Chapter 2
"What? It's true!" Darcy shouts.
Clare slowly, but awkwardly looks up at Eli and whispers, "Come up to my room?"
Eli nods and they quietly walk up the stairs while the family shouting is still fresh and ongoing.
Clare closes the door to her room, leans against it, and sighs.
"Sorry about that, my sister is just constantly angry with my dad." Clare informs him.
"It's okay." His respond is quick and uncaring because the conversation isn't about Clare.
She sits on her bed and playfully giggles at his very much so serious expression.
"What?" his face contorts into a confused look.
"Oh, nothing." She lets out that laugh he has just been dying to hear all day.
"Tell me." He can't help but chuckle.
"You promise not to think I'm crazy." She says.
"I promise." He nods. He is excited to think she is trusting with his opinion of her sanity.
"I like to watch your window during the day…" she says a little bit quieter than she was a while ago.
"Okay." Eli stretches the word out.
She tries to hide the blush that's forming in her cheeks.
Its fine, I like to watch your window at night. He mentally beats himself dead for the thought.
"Its fine." He says instead.
He takes time to examine her room; the walls are a faded pink much like her cheeks at the moment and her bed is up against the window. Her room is pretty empty with the exception of some boxes that are open. The laptop she was using yesterday night is on her bed and he resists the urge to open to see who was talking to her.
"So what do you like doing?" he changes the subject.
"I love to read and write." Her answer is short and sweet like her.
"Me too. I write plays for drama and I am currently writing a story for the Gothic Tales comic book contest." He spills out to her, trying to get her to like him
"Whoa! That's amazing! Do you think I could read it? I am a great editor, you know." She smiles.
"That would be great! I still need some advice on the ending. I've changed it like four times already." Before he knows it his legs move to sit beside her.
The same blush as before returns slightly redder, "Yeah, how about tomorrow? We could meet at your house and talk about it." She suggests.
"Sounds cool." He agrees. For the moment he doesn't think about the writing he thinks about her over at his house for the day.
"Eli!" his mother shouts.
He lets out a groan, "Mother calls…" he says in a mocking tone.
She lets out another laugh, Bye, Eli."
"Bye, Clare."
On his family's short walk across the street to their home his mother shatters the silence with, "You see Eli, and you thought our family was bad."
Right there Eli's defenses are up in a flash, "Clare is too good for that family."
"I see you have taken a liking to her." His mother teases.
Way more than a liking. He thinks to himself.
The next day he is rushing back and forth like a mad man in attempt to make sure his room is sparkly clean.
Clare likes neat and organized guys… right? He wonders.
Random papers are being stuffed into the trash and his sloppy bed is being made so Clare could sit comfortably.
"I have to make sure that my desk is clean incase she wants to sit there too!" He rushes over to his desk to put papers in neat piles.
He sweeps his room a good five times before he is satisfied with it.
He gets on Facerange and searches for her.
Clare Edwards 1 mutual friend
Who knew her before he did?
Clicking on it K.C's profile popped up.
Carefully going into his drawer he takes he takes a little white pill and swallows it. It takes a couple of minutes before it to settle in and when it does he is ready to face the rest of the day.
He spends the remaining hours checking his story for any errors because if she sees them she might think different of him.
When his mother opens his door he looks up quickly, "Is she here?"
"Downstairs, waiting." His mother smiles and goes to her room.
He rushes down the stairs and sees she is having a conversation with his dad.
"It's weird ya know. You just move here and he is already opened his door to you. No girl's ever been here besides-"
"Hey, Clare!" He shouts purposely cutting off his father's sentence. She doesn't need to know, at least not now.
She looks up at him and shows him her two rows of pearly whites.
He motions for her to come upstairs.
"It was nice talking to you." She smiles at Bullfrog.
She walks up to him and he guides her to his room.
"Your dad is really nice." She tells him.
He doesn't respond he just simply opens his laptop and opens the file.
"Do you want to read it here or on the bed?" He looks over to see her playing with a loose string on her sweater.
"Huh…Oh, I'll read it on the desk." She quickly stands up and walks over to the desk he gets up so she can sit and he leans to the side of the desk so he can see her face.
Her eyes are immediately glued to the screen as she reads. He is pleased with her surprised facial expression towards the middle.
Her mouth is open and eyes get wider and wider towards the end. He is smirking through the whole thing.
Finally she turns to him and he quickly pretends to not be concentrated on her.
"Eli…this is…it was just…the most disturbing thing I have ever read!" she says.
His face drops and he feels like he just got punched in the gut.
"Oh! No, no, no! Not like that! I loved it. It scared me. And the fact that it was still a love story was great too."
He lets out a relieved sigh, "So no corrections or changes?"
"Nope, it was perfect." She chimes.
He smiles triumphantly, "Great. So what do you want to do now?"
"We could play a game." She looks at him like a small child.
He raised an eyebrow, "What kind of game?"
"I was thinking 20 questions."
Not what I was hoping for but that's fine too… he thinks.
Okay so next chapter is going to be their "Little Game" and it's going to include the first day of school.
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