When I grow up by the Pussycat Dolls

"Okay, class. Since this week is career day you will be working with your partner to figure out what you want to be when you grow up. Write an essay describing why, how you plan to be employed in that field, so on. It is due Friday. You can start brainstorming now." Ms. Dawes walked back to her desk and I turned around to find Eli coloring his nails with a black sharpie. I gently plucked them out of his long, slender fingers. He looked up, surprised. His eyes quickly narrowed and in one swift movement grabbed the black marker back. I laughed and told him to stop coloring his nails. He pouted.

"C'mon, Eli. We have to work on this essay!" I pleaded. "Plus, I'm curious to see what you want to be when you grow up." I added with a giggle.

"Oh, Edwards. Come on. We have all week to work on the essay. Want to go somewhere… else?" he raised his eyebrows. I bowed my head to hide my blush. Eli grasped my chin and slowly lifted my head so we were eye-to-eye. He started to lean in, coming closer and closer. I closed my eyes…

"Let's go." Eli whispered huskily, his lips centimeters away from mine. I could smell his spearmint gum. Darn him!

"Eli. We can't just get up and leave!" Eli laughed.

"How long will it take for you to stop doubting me?" I was about to answer when Eli raised his hand.

Miss Dawes looked up from her laptop and said, "Yes, Mr. Goldsworthy?"

"Me and Clare need to go research our careers. Can we please go to the library?"

"Clare and I," Miss Dawes corrected him.

Eli wrinkled his nose in confusion. "You and Clare what?" I stifled a laugh. Miss Dawes sighed.

"Never mind. You may go." Eli nodded his thanks and grabbed my hand. We rushed out of the classroom, me in a fit of giggles.

Eli spun me around and kissed me. As if I wasn't dizzy enough from the spinning, Eli pushed me up against a locker. I reattached my lips from his fairly quickly.

"No PDA." I said, to Eli's confusion.

Eli pouted. I quickly kissed the pout off of his lips and we walked hand in hand to the library. When we got there, it was deserted. I found us a computer. Eli sat down and pulled me onto his lap.

"Eli!" I whined, trying to get up. "No PDA!"

"Oh hush. You know you love it and no one's here anyways."

Eli wrapped his arms around my torso while I opened up a new word document.

"S-so, Eli, what do you want to be when you grow up?" I stuttered out, trying to ignore the fact that Eli's sharpie'd nails were tracing patterns on my stomach.

"Mmm…Edwards, I'd rather focus on the present now, and the future later." Eli told me. He had his face in my curls and lips were inches from my neck. I could feel his hot breath fanning against my cold, pale skin.

"Eli!" I whined. "I will focus on the present later if you work on this essay now." I said seductively as possible. Eli's head perked up.

"What I want to be when I grow up." Eli pondered the question.

"I wanna be famous." He said, seriously. I burst out laughing. Eli looked at me strangely.

"C'mon, Eli, isn't that a little… unrealistic?"

"Noooo." Eli said slowly.

"When I grow up I wanna be famous!" Eli declared.

"Shhh. We're in a library." I whispered the last word.

"So you don't think I'll be famous?" Eli smirked, lowering his voice.

"As a matter a fact, no, no I don't."

Eli silently took my hand and led me across the school to the choral room.

"What…?" I thought slowly, right before I realized that Eli was no longer next to me. The next thing I knew Eli came out with a black acoustic guitar and started to strum a familiar song that I just couldn't place the name of.

He opened his mouth and something magical happened.

"You don't know what it's like to be nameless, want them to know what your name is. Cuz see when I was younger I would say, when I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies. When I grow up, I wanna see the world, drive nice cars. I wanna have groupies. When I grow up. Be on TV. People know me. Be on magazines. When I grow up, fresh and clean, Number one chick, when I step out on the scene. Be careful what you wish for. Cuz you just might get it. You just might get it. You just might get it."

"Eli… that was amazing. Your singing… was amazing… how did you-I mean why didn't you-"

He quickly came down the stage and cut me off with a kiss.

"Still think I won't be famous?" he smirked.

I looked around the empty auditorium. How did I get so lucky to be with Eli? I was blessed. I was amazed.

"Just don't forget me when you get your big break." I whispered and then leaned up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his.