Let Her Go- Less Than Jake

Eli's POV:

She was perfect in every way. I liked her so much, and if I could kiss her, I would probably fall in love with her.

If it only wasn't for that stupid Kc.

She had to have a boyfriend. And of all guys, this one? He was taller than me. Way taller. Who cares? I'm proud of being 5' 6". I like being a short dude, unless the girl I like is taller than me. That's awkward.

Anyway, Kc was tall, and, as if it was his calling, he was on the basketball team. Clare's type shouldn't be the jock type. It should be the goth-ish, emo-ish type. Like me.

And I know she loves Morty. Everytime she gets near him, like when she's talking to me, she looks at him like she would love to go in it, but was afraid what her "boyfriend" would say.

Some boyfriend. I caught him making out with some blonde chick twice. I just didn't tell Clare because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Why doesn't he just break up with her already?

That's not what I meant. That was mean, If he broke up with her, she would definitely cry, and I would hate to see her cry. Well, there's no way out of this.

Unless...

She broke up with him! Because of me!

I knew she liked me. She just hid it because of Kc. And I'm not trying to sound conceited there, it was just really obvious by the way she responded to me when I talk, blushed when I was around her, and overall acted around me. One word: Body language. Okay, maybe that's two words. So what?

In my attempt to make Clare realize she was falling for me, almost as much as I was falling for her, I invited her over my house for some friend bonding time. I was hoping it would turn into Bf/Gf bonding time.

I heard the doorbell ring. "Hey Eli!" She squealed. Clare always greeted me like that.

"Hey, Edwards. Come on in."

She stepped into the house, monitoring everything.

"It's so..." she started. "dark."

"Just like my personality!" I joked.

Clare laughed, but after her voice got a little nervous. "Are your parents here?"

"Yeah!" I said sarcastically. "They're going to stay in the living room and watch the movie with us! How fun does that sound?"

"Loads, actually. I don't have to be alone with you."

"Ouch, Clare. That hurt."

"Seriously, Eli. Now what movie are we watching?"

I felt my signature smirk playing at my lips. "You'll see." As I led her into the living room.

"Wait, I should rephrase my words," Clare started from behind me. "I meant what scary movie are we watching?"

"Ah, Clare, you know me so well."

"And after six weeks," she said.

I turned around. "You've been counting?" I said, raising one eyebrow with a smirk on my lips.

Her cheeks flushed red. "No, I, uh, just w-was, um...yesterday I counted how long we've been in school," She answered, looking at the ground.

I stood closer to her. Now, we were pretty close. She looked up, startled by how I had gotten there so quickly.

"Nice save," I answered. And then I kissed her.

It was everything I thought it would be, especially because she kissed back, and it lasted about ten full seconds.

And, as if one cue, she pulled back.

"No, I can't, Kc..." She avoided my eyes and grabbed her back that had dropped on the floor.

"I have to go," she said, and she ran out.

I cursed myself for being an idiot.

I guess, if you (almost) love someone...you let them go.

I just had to let her go

Just telling you guys, I've never made a fanfiction besides Eclare/Degrassi, but for some reason I randomly am writing a Harry Potter one-shot. It's James Sirius Potter and an OC. It might turn in to something more, I don't know.

The "six weeks" thing, I got from Glee, and when Quinn said that, I thought that Sam should have said, "You've been counting?"

Did you like it? Please review! I can make a sequel to this if you want me to. I know the perfect song, and I have it on my iPod.