Author's Note: Setting – takes place in these coming episodes. Also, there are some things I'd like to address first:

I had a pretty bad day today. My Creative Writing class went horribly. We had to read our poems aloud in front of the whole class and mine seemed like the worst out of them hall. I have decided maybe I was too critical. I am a good writer and with polishing, I can be great. I am not trying to sound egotistical here, but it's my passion. You all have supported me through so much, and I am always going to keep writing and one day, you will all be able to purchase my novel. I can't wait for that day.

I have received so many suggestions for one shots which is exciting to me. I am up for the challenge! I am going to write them in the order that I receive the suggestions so please be patient. I will get to all of my suggestions. Also, please feel free to leave more suggestions. I'm up for it!

I think that just about covers everything. Love you guys!

2. Good Morning

Eli stared up and watched the ceiling fan spin around and around and around. It was both dizzying and calming at the same time. He listened to the rain spatter against the window panes and couldn't help but feel the perfection of this moment. It was late, he knew that. There was no clock to tell the time, and his phone was charging on his desk. He wasn't about to go over and get it and risk breaking the moment. Instead, he adjusted his head against his pillow and could smell the scent of strawberries coming from the auburn curls that had scooted over to take up part of his pillow. He took a deep breath and savored that scent.

He wanted to savor every detail of this moment, and the collective moments of the night. As he lay awake, he replayed everything in his head, starting with when Bullfrog had told him he and CeCe were going to visit some family for the weekend, and that Eli would have the house to himself. He had slipped him a little plastic wrapper, something Eli hadn't been familiar with for several years, and told him to be careful and patient – that the condom was "just in case." His memory leapt to when he had called Clare to tell her the good news.

Together, they had come up with their plan. Clare was going to tell her mom that Ali had planned a girls' night, and instead, slip over to Eli's for the evening. Eli had told her it would just be a night of movies and pizza. He hadn't even thought of the condom in his jeans pocket since his dad had first given it to him. Clare had come over about dinner time, and together they ordered their favorite pizza and had a movie marathon. When it was time for bed, Eli offered to sleep on the couch, but she had stopped him.

"No, stay with me. Here," she had said, glancing towards the bed. His eyes had turned to saucers, but he wasn't about to deny her. Once they were changed into their pajamas, they had crawled into bed together and began to makeout. It was special of course, kissing Clare was always special, but it didn't feel out of the ordinary until Clare had broken away from his lips.

"Eli."

"Clare?"

"I-I want you to…"

"…to what, Clare?" Eli's brows had knitted together, and he never expected her to say –

"To make love to me."

He was pretty sure his breathing had completely stopped, and didn't start back up again until after the act. He had been as gentle with her as he could possibly be. He had taken every inch of her, memorizing every scar and freckle. He was completely mesmerized by her. Everything about her was so perfect and he couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He thought it was a dream, until Clare had cried out his name. A hot blush crept across his cheeks at the memory. It had been the most beautiful moment Eli could have ever had. He was sure nothing in the world could even compare to making love to Clare Diane Edwards. Everything had been so beautiful, so perfect.

After, she had fallen asleep in his arms. Eli wasn't even close to falling asleep. He was tired, sure, but he didn't dare fall asleep. Instead, he held her in his arms and replayed every second of that night over and over again in his head. Eventually though, he did fall asleep and awake to the sounds of Clare stirring next to him. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and glanced down at the girl in his arms.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he grinned, kissing her forehead.

"Good morning," she sighed and nuzzled closer in his arms, "I love you, Eli."

"I love you too, Clare. Do you want me to make us something to eat? We have frozen waffles."

"No, not yet. Can we just…can we just lie here for a moment?"

"Of course."

"I don't ever want this moment to end, Eli."