I'm psychic! That, or I just know a cliché story line like the back of my hand. Dudes, I can't wait for Friday! I want to see what happens soooo badly! Gosh, I'm being such a nerdy fan girl!

Sigh, too bad that Dolly J. isn't working out. I might just have to write a fanfiction on them.

Enjoy!

And so, the day finally arrived.

The day when my seemingly perfect world, fell to pieces.

I watched from the threshold of their—correction, her—bedroom as m father packed up his things. He turned and finally spotted me. He smiled ruefully and beckoned me over.

"Come on over, sweetie. I don't bite." He spoke when I didn't move. I moved tentatively into the room, until I was beside him. He encircled me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

He released me and continued to pack.

I sat down on the bed and watched as he packed away the things I was so used to seeing. I picked at the hem of my skirt and blinked away the tears.

"So, where are you going to go now?" I asked, my voice cracking several times. My dad stopped his movements and sat beside on the bed.

He sighed deeply, and my body tensed.

"I'm staying with your aunt Gia for a while." I bit my cheek to keep from crying again. Aunt Gia lived at least an hour away.

We sat for a few minutes before he stood and continued to pack. Standing, I walked out of my room and wobbled into the bathroom. I peeled off my clothing and turned on the shower. As I stepped in, I started to cry. The hot water mingled with my warm tears. Through my bleary eyes, I watched as the black hair dye and make up slipped off and went down the drain.

It was really happening. My parents were really splitting up.

My mind reeled as I recalled everything I had ever seen about children whose parents are divorced. Were we going to have to go to court? Would I end up having to choose between my mother and my father?

I don't know how long I stood there, thinking and crying, but, eventually, my feet started to scream in protest from standing too long and the hot water was almost gone. I stepped put of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself.

The mirror was so fogged up I could only see the blur of my shape. Using my hand, I wiped away the vapor and looked at my reflection.

My hair was no longer straight and all traces of make-up were gone.

I was numb as I went into my room and changed into my pajamas. Though it was fifteen minutes until five, I still crawled under the covers in my room and cried.

You never think about things until they've happened to you. A few months ago, I would have never dreamed that my parents would get a divorce. They were in love! People didn't just stop loving each other!

All the fighting was stupid. Couldn't they just go see a therapist, like every other family?

But, no, they couldn't. They just gave up.

Sitting up and searching my room, I found my phone and dialed the number for the Lend-A-Hand Project. After telling the phone technician the name of my sister, I waited for her to connect me to her.

"Hello?"

Just the sound of her voice made tears start up once again. I blinked back more tears.

"H-Hey, sis." I answered, my voice shaking. There was squealing on Darcy's end of the line and lots of shuffling.

"Oh my God, Clare! How are you? What's up? What's new? I miss you so much!" I smiled at my sister's usual behavior. It surprised me how much I missed her.

"What's wrong?" And all too soon, the smiles were gone. Darcy knew me too well, so there was no lying to her. Taking a deep breath, I told her everything. From meeting Eli, to the knife fight with Fitz, to our parents divorce.

Eerily, Darcy remained silent, only making the occasional 'hmm' or 'ahh' after I said something.

By the end of our hour long conversation, I was already weeping and Darcy sounded pretty upset.

"Clare, I…I'm so sorry. Y-You've been over there all by yourself, dealing with this, and I-"

"Don't apologize, Darce," I interrupted, sniffling. "I'm glad you weren't here for all the terrible things that happened. You were off making the world a much better place, and I'm so proud of you. S-So, I'll call you later, okay? I miss you so much and I love you."

"Bye, Clare. I love you." She responded before hanging up. I sighed as I rested my phone in my lap, praying that Darcy would be okay. It was easy to forget her when things were going fine, but I forgot that she was also connected to this.

I wished Darcy were here. She would know what to do. She always did. She always had a plan, even if they weren't all exactly foolproof.

But, she wasn't here, and I was alone.

My best friend was too busy trying to pick up the pieces of her life, my parents were getting a divorce, and I royally screwed up with Eli, the only guy who was actually trying to help.

Sighing, I covered my face with my arm and eased back onto the bed.

What was going to happen? I didn't want to think about it anymore, but the thoughts were too pestering to ignore.

I wondered what was going to happen in a few months or so, when the divorce was official. Would my parents start dating again?

I sighed as that thought came to mind. Someone—a stranger who knew nothing—would probably end up dating my mom. He would be everything my father wasn't and he would sweep her off her feet. Hell, they could even get married!

I sniffled as the tears stopped their flow. I needed a distraction. I didn't want to face what was right in front of me. It was too hard.

I jumped, startled, when my phone started to ring, picking it up, I examined the caller ID. My heart leapt as Eli's name and number appeared.

"Hello?" I answered nervously. My heart hammered violently, nervous of what he was going to say.

"Hey." He responded, his voice deep and husky. He sounded different, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it.

Suddenly, it occurred to me how horrible I had been to him.

"Eli, I'm sorry, for everything. I was a terrible friend and a lousy girlfriend, and if you're calling to break up with me and tell me how much of an ass I've been, I'm all ears because I really deserve the third degree for being so stupid. You just wanted to be your sweet, loving, self and I was so-"

"Clare, stop. You're rambling." I immediately snapped my mouth shut as my face heated from embarrassment. He sighed deeply.

"You were a jerk, yes, but I don't want to break up with you. I like you too much, silly. I just wanted to see how things were going, with your parents."

I sighed and fell against my pillow.

"It's happening, isn't it?" He whispered. I sniffled.

"Yeah, it's happening." I replied, closing my eyes.

"Is there anything I can do?" I almost smiled.

"No," I whispered, my voice thick worth emotion. "I don't think there's anything anyone can do."

For the rest of the night, even skipping dinner and homework, I listened to Eli trying to reassure me. Falling asleep, I let myself be pulled into blissful unconsciousness.

So, I think my fanfictions will keep up with the story line until the producers and screen writers do something stupid that makes me veer off into another direction. I promise future chapters will be longer and more fluff entitled.

Reviews make me wanna sing, and I'll have you know I've been in choir for three years.

~S.S.