Hey fanfiction readers, I'm back to posting the Little Orphan Boy. And man, must I say that I'm MIND BLOWN! I can hardly believe that so many people like this story and it's only been up for I think two days! Chapter one itself, had 200 hits! Oh man you can't even imagine how MIND BLOWING that is. :D :D I'd like to thank my lovely beta reader EFlareDegrassi she edited this chapter today and did a phenomenal job with it! That's why this chapter is extra long! :) Oh yeah, and thank you to the reviewers, people that put me on the alerts and favorites. :)
One last thing, one of my mystery reviewers pointed out that I had a typo. Yeah, Clare and Adam aren't twins anymore. I had originally made them twins so they'd be extremely attached to each other. Well, then I just continued changing their relationship until they ended up at different ages, thus resulting in me not changing the summary. Whoops! Adam is 13, Clare is 11, and Eli is 12 just confirming that. :)
Alright, hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I own a mini library in my room but I do not own Degrassi
Chapter 2:
Eli's Journal: Entry #3.
I saved these two kids today.
To be specific, they're rich kids.
Some guy was trying to mug them, and little ole' me saved them.
It makes me feel so good on the inside.
Oh yeah, did I mention, the girl—Clare—gave me twenty bucks for helping her out.
I wasn't in it for the money.
But I was kinda happy that I didn't have to steal for a while.
I can buy food for once!
Ha, what can I say, I'm a good guy.
I just make bad decisions...
Now more about Clare...
Wow, she's so pretty.
Her bright blue eyes, lovely auburn hair, shy and grateful attitude.
I love it.
Man, she makes my heart flutter, faster than I can run...
Words and/or phrases to describe the lovely Clare:
Her hair falls perfectly into place without her even thinking about it.
Those delicate blue eyes make me feel like I could get lost in them for days.
Did I mention I'm in love with her eyes? Well, if I didn't, I love her blue eyes...
She has the most perfect plump lips.
She's shy, but it's in the cutest way ever...(It's almost like she has a crush on me.)
If I continue this list I'll run out of space in this journal...
Man, when I see Clare...I just want to kiss those beautiful lips of hers. I want to run my fingers through her lovely auburn hair. I want to hold her so tenderly, never wanting to let go. Oh man, the things I would do to that girl are so unbelievable! She just makes me so wild—and a complete sap.
It's kinda weird when I think about it. It's just that, I've never really been happy most of my life. My ex-parents neglected me, I'm all alone in an abandoned apartment (that's where I was born too) and I've never really went to school with the other kids—I was home schooled. Basically, I've lived a sheltered life.
When I think of Clare, she makes me forget every little thing my parents did to me. It's like, she wipes the foggy mirror and reveals the real me. The Elijah Goldsworthy without all the baggage attached to him, and, it makes me feel...better about myself.
Now, considering I've only seen her once, and I'm feeling this way, it means I'm falling for her. Hard. But I can't fall for her. I'm a completely bad guy—although I hate to admit it. I'm a thief, she's a rich girl! Those two don't exactly match in my opinion; no matter what you do to them. A thief is a thief, and a rich girl is a rich girl. Basically, I'm never changing, because I'll always be me. Elijah, the thief, Goldsworthy.
Sometimes I think of my parents when I'm EXTREMELY lonely. They just randomly pop into my head no matter how long I've spent trying to forget them. I really don't like it. It's just, they've treated me so horribly; the yelling, the screaming, breaking glass out of frustration...dare I say the time my father threw me down the stairs. It was all overwhelming for us. Maybe they got tired of all my problems and packed up and left in the middle of the night.
Nobody is to know that. It's probably my deepest darkest secret in my life. (the whole my parents are no longer in my life and I'm living alone thing). If someone tells, oh man, the government will take me away and put me up for adoption... There's no way I can leave everything behind like that.
Especially Clare... They have to drag me away dead for me to leave her.
"Adam! Adam, where are you!" Clare shouted as she reached another dark alley.
Adam had not returned home after he went to his friend Drew's house to play video games. It was ten o'clock, and a storm was quickly approaching. There were warnings of flash flood, and high winds, and if Adam didn't return home soon, he would be stranded there. Clare couldn't let this happen to Adam, she loved him more than anything in the world. She wouldn't be able to stand not knowing if he's safe wherever he is. This caused her to run out into the pouring rain and look for him. Now, Clare doesn't exactly know where Drew lives, she has only been to his house once, and had never memorized his house number and the street it was on, so this was going to be extremely hard for her.
Clare ran further down the street. "Where the heck is Drew's house?" She mumbled to herself and began breathing heavily. "Adam!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Adam come home!"
Clare grabbed a trash can in the alley next to her and threw it in her frustration. The sound of it crashed like the thunder in the back round. She couldn't find Adam, she's soaking wet, and now she's lost; Clare couldn't be anymore frustrated with that. She began cursing at herself for letting Adam leave without his cellphone, knowing there was going to be a storm. How dumb could she be? Clare's fist connected into one of the sides in the alley. Her knuckles began burning as the blood rushed out of the deep gash.
Clare smiled to herself, and watched the crimson blood drip.
She loved the pain that she inflicted.
"You stupid piece of crap," She yelled at herself punching the wall over and over. Her body buzzed from the pleasure the pain was bringing her. "You can't do anything right!" She continued, tears running down her face. She punched the wall with her other hand, blood flowed through the gash as well. "It hurts so good..."
In the distance, Eli emerged from his tiny home and walked down the street. He stumbled over the curb and clutched his head, in attempt to stop the world from spinning. Inside his house, he had found a clear bottle with water in his old cabinets. He began drinking it, and didn't even pay attention to the burning sensation going down his throat. It made him extremely dizzy.
"I totally hate insomnia..." Eli whispered sitting on the curb. He holds his head in his hands, and can't stop the world from spinning. It's just spiraling and spiraling with no intention of giving Eli a break. "I haven't slept in days, and I think it's finally getting to me—ugh, the world just wont stop spinning!" He continued, looking up into the sky. The rain pounds against his face and it begins to relax him. Eli always loved the rain...
"You stupid piece of crap!" A familiar voice echoed in the distance. Eli's eyes widened and he jumped up to his feet. The world swerved to the left and Eli fell on his side. He cursed under his breath and pushed himself up, feeling slightly wobbly. Eli shook off the feeling and shakily walked to where the sound, hoping he wouldn't pass out.
"Clare?" Eli asked once finding her. She was punching the wall. His eyes widened in shock and he walked hastily over to her. She has not noticed his presence, and continues punching the wall harder and harder. Her blood is splattered on different sections of the wall.
"Clare stop it, they're going to get infected." Eli said grabbing her wrists gently. His hands are immediately warmed with Clare's blood, which made Eli's head spin worse.
Clare looked up at him and felt her face grow hot. She had never been this close to Eli before. It's making her extremely nervous. "What are you doing out here?" She asked barely audible.
"Couldn't sleep...but what are you doing out, in case you didn't see the rain and hear the thunder." Asks Eli as he removes his hoodie to put around Clare's shoulders. He didn't want her uniform getting any more soaked than it was.
"I was looking for Adam... I, didn't want him to get stranded..." Clare whispered, her now puffy blue eyes looking at Eli tenderly.
"Here, I'll take you to my place and get your hands fixed..." Eli said wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"So, um, Clare, why were you punching the wall," Eli asked gesturing to her now bandaged hands. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing out in the rain, screaming and punching the alley walls. That didn't exactly look normal for her to do, well to Eli it didn't. "I mean, if you want to talk about it, I'm all ears... Because you can't leave until your uniform is dry." He continued, gesturing towards the clothes she was wearing. They were Eli's.
"Um...I was mad at myself," Clare answered, her eyes darting around the room. Eli stared at her quizzically and Clare bit her lip. "Sometimes... I... I, hurt myself...when I don't like what I'm doing. I'm like a masochist..." She explained moving around awkwardly on Eli's bed. "I just, get so angry with myself and I...punish myself." Clare said sadly, lifting up her damaged hands.
"It's okay Clare. I understand." Eli said walking over to her and giving her a hug. "We're both messed Clare...but promise me you'll make it through." She nods.
Eli and Clare weren't aware of how everything unfolded from there. All they knew were their lips were attached to each others. Their kiss was desperate, needy...passionate; almost as if they've been resisting each other for so long.
After that moment.
Everything went black...