Holly J Says: OH, reblog if you’re a Degrassi roleplayer.
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- The Holly J
The light from between the slats in Eli’s window shades shone brightly into his bedroom, forcing a serious glare upon his computer screen. Eli covered the window with a sheet and went back to the computer desk to complete his current task. He was on a ticket website, refreshing the page every few…
Clare yawned as she walked through the school parking lot, mentally cursing Mondays. She smiled to herself as she passed the familiar black hearse on her way to the side door near Ms. Dawes’s room; She had decided to go around the school instead of through the front entrance to avoid the post-lunch traffic. Excitement washed over her as she got past the security guard and entered the nearly empty classroom. She couldn’t wait to see what surprise he had for her.
Eli sat on his desktop, waiting to build up the courage to approach Clare. He assumed she was still upset over the incident at Vegas night, even after they discussed it on his porch, but hoped his date plan would bring her back to her senses. “Mr. Goldsworthy,” a voice called from behind, breaking him out of his thoughts. Ms. Dawes walked toward her desk as she continued to scold Eli for a wrongdoing he was unaware of. “The new dress code is not mortician. That’s detention. You know the rules.” Eli responded calmly, “Actually, no, I don’t. I missed last week, remember? Suspension?” Clare rolled her eyes, laughing to herself. “Well, that’s a fair defense,” Ms. Dawes agreed. “But this is your only warning.” After his teacher turned away, Eli found the perfect opportunity to show Clare the tickets. He leapfrogged over the few desks that stood between he and his girlfriend, hoping to get a chuckle out of her. “Dodged a bullet there,” he joked when she didn’t respond. Instead of laughing, she stated sarcastically, “I thought you only dodged knives.” Eli furrowed his eyebrows. “Really? Three weeks, and I’m still in the doghouse? I only messed with Fitz to defend your honor, and if I had known that psycho would pull a knife—” Clare looked down at her watch and grinned. “8…9…10. Now you’re forgiven.” Eli looked down at the ground in response. “Thank you. I’ll make it up to you tonight, on our first official date,” he said excitedly, pulling the tickets out of his back pocket suavely and presenting them proudly to Clare. Straining to hold in her excitement, she exclaimed, “You got Chuck Palahniuk tickets?” Eli chuckled at her poor attempt at hiding her enthusiasm. “He’s reading an unpublished Fight Club excerpt tonight.” Eli saw Clare’s smile fall to a disappointed pout. “I’ve got the Theatre Awards tonight. And both my parents are coming.” Eli sighed. “Ah. They’re not fighting anymore?” “Oh, they’re still fighting,” she countered. “Fighting just might be the new normal.” Eli was intent on getting her to come. “But, the talk doesn’t start till 8. So, do you think parental mediation will be done by then?” Clare plucked a ticket out of Eli’s open hand with a “Yoink!” Ms. Dawes called attention to the classroom, and Eli and Clare sat back down in their assigned seats, both practically shaking with excitement about the night’s plans.
The rest of the day zoomed quickly for Clare, her excitement for both the awards and her and Eli’s date only to be ruined when she arrived home to her mother on a furious trade about how her father hadn’t called and said he would be running late. They were currently in front of the gym doors waiting for him to arrive, and Clare was starting to worry that they would miss the beginning of the awards. “You know we could always wait for Dad in the theater” she suggested, glancing at her watch. “Your father said that he would meet us so that we could all walk in together” her mother countered, her anger clear in her tone. “Not that he’s ever on time” she muttered.
“Easy mom” Clare said, hoping to calm her down slightly before Mr. Edwards arrived. Deciding to change the subject, she said “Is it okay if I go out tonight? After the awards? There’s this author reading a book at eight-” “Not tonight” Mrs. Edwards responded, “No. Not tonight, that’s getting past your curfew anyway. Could you call and see if he’s close, he’ll just snap at me if I do.” Clare was dissapointed by her mother’s answer, and was getting frustrated as more and mire people were entering the theater. “So you two are going to be this annoying all night, but you won’t let me go out?” Her mother sighed and stepped towards her. “Your father and I want to talk to you afterwards, it’s important-” “Why, what’s happening?” Her mother just stared at her, causing realization to sink in. “We need to talk, the words every kid dreads.” “N-no, it- no” she said, feeling tears coming. This can’t be happening.
After a few more minutes, her and her mother entered the theater and sat down, Clare making sure to save a seat for her father. She stared at the floor, trying not to think of the conversation to come. How could this have happened? Her parents had always been so happy, how could it have come to this? Why- her thoughts were cut off when her father walked up to her slightly out of breath. “Hey, how are you? I’m sorry I’m late. I wanted to get you flowers.” She doubted that was the truth, and saw her mother shake her head out of the corner of her eye.
Clare struggled to pay attention as her parents had a hushed argument about her father’s tardiness. “Its fine,” she said, “We’re all here now. For my awards, remember?” Her category was first, and some of her earlier excitement returned. “Clare Edwards” Mr. Grundy said, and applause errupted from the crowd behind them. Her parents didn’t respond. “Guys, I won!” she said, and they looked at her dumbly. She slammed the flowers on her father’s lap and walked to the podium to receive her award, just wanting to get this over with. She stumbled through her speech and half-heartedly thanked her parents for introducing her to theater at a young age. As she turned to get off the stage, her anger evaporated when she met a pair of emerald eyes.
Eli stood outside the auditorium door, applauding Clare as she stepped off the stage toward him. “Bravo. Couldn’t have said it better,” he complimented, before joking, “Maybe shorter.” Her once-wide smile disappeared for a moment. “At least you listened. My parents were losing their minds out there.” Eli attempted to take her mind off the subject. “Well, at least soon, you’ll be comforted by the disturbing prose of Chuck Palahniuk.” Clare looked at him sadly. “Oh, no,” Eli assumed. “They said no.” Soon, a small defiant grin replaced Clare’s somber expression. “So what?” Eli raised his eyebrows at her, curious as to what she was implying. “Why should they get to ruin my night? Come on.” With that, she grabbed Eli by the wrist. “You little devil!” he exclaimed, shocked by her rebellious attitude. Clare dragged him across the auditorium stage behind Declan Coyne, who was accepting an award. Eli noticed Clare’s parents’ stares and responded to them by pausing quickly mid-run and smirking in their direction.
Clare finally stopped running when they reached the parking lot. Eli leaned against the school’s brick wall, catching his breath while Clare searched the lot for Eli’s hearse. She gestured for him to toss her his keys, and he fumbled for them in his pocket for a moment. He shot Clare a look of desperation, and she realized his keys must not have been in his pocket. He felt around a bit more while Clare’s worried expression grew. “Psych,” he said grinning, and ran toward Morty with the keys. “Beat you there!” Clare started sprinting full-force toward the car, taking Eli’s banter as a challenge. Clare managed to defeat Eli in their little race, but he reclaimed the role of champion by unlocking his car door, sitting, and buckling himself in before even unlocking the passenger’s side door. He opened the car window next to where Clare stood. “Excuse me, Miss, but would you happen to have a map? I seem to have gotten lost in your eyes.” Clare reached into the open window, searching with her hands for the lock on the inside of the car door. Eli jokingly started to roll the window back up slowly, but Clare managed to find the lock and pull her hand back outside. “Nice try.”
The light from between the slats in Eli’s window shades shone brightly into his bedroom, forcing a serious glare upon his computer screen. Eli covered the window with a sheet and went back to the computer desk to complete his current task. He was on a ticket website, refreshing the page every few…
Clare yawned as she walked through the school parking lot, mentally cursing Mondays. She smiled to herself as she passed the familiar black hearse on her way to the side door near Ms. Dawes’s room; She had decided to go around the school instead of through the front entrance to avoid the post-lunch traffic. Excitement washed over her as she got past the security guard and entered the nearly empty classroom. She couldn’t wait to see what surprise he had for her.
Eli sat on his desktop, waiting to build up the courage to approach Clare. He assumed she was still upset over the incident at Vegas night, even after they discussed it on his porch, but hoped his date plan would bring her back to her senses. “Mr. Goldsworthy,” a voice called from behind, breaking him out of his thoughts. Ms. Dawes walked toward her desk as she continued to scold Eli for a wrongdoing he was unaware of. “The new dress code is not mortician. That’s detention. You know the rules.” Eli responded calmly, “Actually, no, I don’t. I missed last week, remember? Suspension?” Clare rolled her eyes, laughing to herself. “Well, that’s a fair defense,” Ms. Dawes agreed. “But this is your only warning.” After his teacher turned away, Eli found the perfect opportunity to show Clare the tickets. He leapfrogged over the few desks that stood between he and his girlfriend, hoping to get a chuckle out of her. “Dodged a bullet there,” he joked when she didn’t respond. Instead of laughing, she stated sarcastically, “I thought you only dodged knives.” Eli furrowed his eyebrows. “Really? Three weeks, and I’m still in the doghouse? I only messed with Fitz to defend your honor, and if I had known that psycho would pull a knife—” Clare looked down at her watch and grinned. “8…9…10. Now you’re forgiven.” Eli looked down at the ground in response. “Thank you. I’ll make it up to you tonight, on our first official date,” he said excitedly, pulling the tickets out of his back pocket suavely and presenting them proudly to Clare. Straining to hold in her excitement, she exclaimed, “You got Chuck Palahniuk tickets?” Eli chuckled at her poor attempt at hiding her enthusiasm. “He’s reading an unpublished Fight Club excerpt tonight.” Eli saw Clare’s smile fall to a disappointed pout. “I’ve got the Theatre Awards tonight. And both my parents are coming.” Eli sighed. “Ah. They’re not fighting anymore?” “Oh, they’re still fighting,” she countered. “Fighting just might be the new normal.” Eli was intent on getting her to come. “But, the talk doesn’t start till 8. So, do you think parental mediation will be done by then?” Clare plucked a ticket out of Eli’s open hand with a “Yoink!” Ms. Dawes called attention to the classroom, and Eli and Clare sat back down in their assigned seats, both practically shaking with excitement about the night’s plans.
The light from between the slats in Eli’s window shades shone brightly into his bedroom, forcing a serious glare upon his computer screen. Eli covered the window with a sheet and went back to the computer desk to complete his current task. He was on a ticket website, refreshing the page every few seconds to assure that he would procure exactly what he was aiming for. After finally succeeding in his mission, he threw a victory punch into the air. “YES!” he exclaimed to no one in particular. He read his computer screen aloud. “2 tickets to The Fight Club: Unpublished reading by” - he deviated - ”the amazing, inspiring, literary master Chuck Palahniuk himself. Clare’s gonna love these.” Eli let out a small chuckle, realizing he had been talking aloud to himself, but continued on. “As long as I’m not still screwed over because of Vegas night.” He sighed loudly and looked at his watch. Upon realizing it was almost midnight on a Sunday, the night before he returned to school from his suspension, he decided he should shut off his computer and go to bed. He lay awake in his cluttered bedroom for an hour or so more, though, just imagining the how lit up Clare’s face would look when she saw his wonderful surprise for their first real date.
Clare peddled down the street slowly, the events of Vegas Night playing in her mind. She had felt so helpless as the knife thrust forward, her heart stopped when she saw Eli’s expression as he slid to the floor, the same expression that haunted her in her nightmares.
She exhaled a shaky…
Clare looked at him, waiting for an answer. She really didn’t know what she expected him to say. “I am okay, though” he said quietly, and Clare shook her head. “That’s not the point. Why couldn’t you have just apologized to him? Why couldn’t you end it?”
“I couldn’t just let him win, Clare! On Vegas Night, the only reason he asked you to go with him was to get to me! Even if I had apologized, that wouldn’t have stopped him.” Eli argued.
“How do you know that? Maybe he would’ve left you and Adam alone! That’s the only reason I went with him in the first place” she said, and put her head in her hands, “I was so scared that I’d lost you Eli.”
”Well, there’s no need to be scared anymore. I’m right here.” Eli grabbed Clare’s cold hands in his. “I know that what I did to Fitz was wrong. I know poisoning people is wrong in general. But there’s just something about that guy. I know it, you know it, we all know it. He’s a menace.” Clare shifted herself in her seating position to face Eli better. “Look,” she started, “I get that you and Fitz have your differences. And after what happened, I’m well aware that Fitz is a bad guy. But right now, you’re not exactly playing the hero. I know it’s a pride thing with guys, to always have the upper hand, but if that’s how you’re always going to be…” Clare drifted off again.
“No,” Eli interjected. “I can assure you that nothing like this will ever happen again. Fitz is in jail and expelled from Degrassi. If I never see him again, it’ll be too soon. This war is over, and to the victor belong the spoils.” He wrapped an arm around Clare’s shoulder. “And, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I put you through that. I’m sorry I put you in a position of danger. I should have never even dragged you into this. I can’t believe I expected you to slip Fitz the Ipecac because of our bad actions. You don’t deserve any of this. You don’t deserve me.”
“Eli, don’t say that” Clare said, pulling away to look at him. “You may have made bad choices, but don’t ever say that I don’t deserve you. You’re a good person, Eli. You’re nice, caring, an you’re sweet, and you’re on of the funniest people I know. Its not like I’m perfect either, so don’t say that I don’t deserve you.”
Eli smiled at Clare and Clare slid back into Eli’s grasp, leaning on his shoulder. They both took in the moment in blissful silence. Clare lifted her arm to look at her watch, and quickly jumped out of Eli’s grasp. “Crap! I-I’m so sorry, Eli. I have to go. Church starts at 5.” She stood up and walked toward her bicycle. Eli chuckled to himself. “Alright, Saint Clare. I’ll probably be out here when you get back, if you still need anything.” He extended his arms for a hug, and Clare gladly accepted the offer. Before Clare pulled away, their eyes met for a moment. “Hey,” Eli said softly, “Don’t you ever believe for one second that I won’t be okay. I’ll always be okay. I promise.” He leaned down for a quick kiss before letting Clare go and watching her speed away on her bike.
Clare peddled down the street slowly, the events of Vegas Night playing in her mind. She had felt so helpless as the knife thrust forward, her heart stopped when she saw Eli’s expression as he slid to the floor, the same expression that haunted her in her nightmares.
She exhaled a shaky…
Clare looked at him, waiting for an answer. She really didn’t know what she expected him to say. “I am okay, though” he said quietly, and Clare shook her head. “That’s not the point. Why couldn’t you have just apologized to him? Why couldn’t you end it?”
“I couldn’t just let him win, Clare! On Vegas Night, the only reason he asked you to go with him was to get to me! Even if I had apologized, that wouldn’t have stopped him.” Eli argued.
“How do you know that? Maybe he would’ve left you and Adam alone! That’s the only reason I went with him in the first place” she said, and put her head in her hands, “I was so scared that I’d lost you Eli.”
”Well, there’s no need to be scared anymore. I’m right here.” Eli grabbed Clare’s cold hands in his. “I know that what I did to Fitz was wrong. I know poisoning people is wrong in general. But there’s just something about that guy. I know it, you know it, we all know it. He’s a menace.” Clare shifted herself in her seating position to face Eli better. “Look,” she started, “I get that you and Fitz have your differences. And after what happened, I’m well aware that Fitz is a bad guy. But right now, you’re not exactly playing the hero. I know it’s a pride thing with guys, to always have the upper hand, but if that’s how you’re always going to be…” Clare drifted off again.
“No,” Eli interjected. “I can assure you that nothing like this will ever happen again. Fitz is in jail and expelled from Degrassi. If I never see him again, it’ll be too soon. This war is over, and to the victor belong the spoils.” He wrapped an arm around Clare’s shoulder. “And, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I put you through that. I’m sorry I put you in a position of danger. I should have never even dragged you into this. I can’t believe I expected you to slip Fitz the Ipecac because of our bad actions. You don’t deserve any of this. You don’t deserve me.”
[ooc; Maybe it should be something about an English assignment... or something, ha I don't know.]
Haha, that works :)
Clare peddled down the street slowly, the events of Vegas Night playing in her mind. She had felt so helpless as the knife thrust forward, her heart stopped when she saw Eli’s expression as he slid to the floor, the same expression that haunted her in her nightmares.
She exhaled a shaky breath, the cold air causing it to look like a puff of smoke, and tears sprang to her eyes as the familiar sense of dread churned in her stomach. Why couldn’t he have just apologized? Why couldn’t he swallow his pride and end the childish feud for good?
She squeezed the hand-breaks as she reached her destination, wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve. She took a deep breath and walked past Morty and met eyes with the person she had been avoiding for what seemed like an eternity - Eli.
When Clare approached, Eli was sitting on the top step of his porch, staring down at his shoes. The squeak of Clare’s bicycle brakes broke Eli out of his semi-trance, and he glanced up at the girl in front of him. Clare parked her bike next to Morty and sat on the stairs next to Eli. Eli’s raspy voice broke the silence. “Hey.” Clare sighed. “This isn’t going to be easy. I wish I knew what to say to you.” Eli shrugged. “So do I.”
Clare cleared her throat. “When I saw Fitz thrusting that knife toward you, I - I didn’t know what I would do.” Her voice broke as she continued. “I thought I was…I was going to lose you. And when I realized that, in that one second I thought you were gone, I tried so hard not to be mad at you. It was like everything about you - about us - was gone, and I wanted to remember you with all the good things. Not the stupid things. Not Fitz, not the fake ID, not the Ipecac. Just you and me.” She took a deep breath and collected her thoughts, surprised that Eli had actually listened instead of jumping in every two seconds like she assumed he would’ve. “But, when I realized you were okay, I remembered all of those bad things. I remembered how if you had just taken the high road, this never would have happened. I’ve thanked God every possible second I can that you’re okay, but what if you weren’t?”
[ooc; I started without asking, sorry! Very awkward indeed.]
Haha, I think there needs to be some sort of secret code that signifies who gets to start a story and when ;D
OOC: Well, hey everyone.
If you’re reading this, that means you’re either Clare, someone who typed in one of my tags in the search box, or a SERIOUS lurker. In any case, thanks for reading. I’m a new Eli roleplayer. I’ve already found my Clare (you can check her out at http://madameclare.tumblr.com/), and we’re just getting started. If you found me by some mysteriously creepish way (or just because you typed “Eli Goldsworthy” into the search box), I’d be very happy if you were to follow both me and Clare. I’m pretty new at this, so I’d like an audience to observe/read/critique my mediocre posts, and possibly give feedback. (Hence, the ask box.)
Also, we will likely be needing an Adam and possibly a Fiona in the near future. If you’re interested, you can contact either of us.
