:) four frickin snowdays in a row this week! As Adam would say, BOOYAH! You see, I live in such a small town that when we get bad weather they shut everything down. And I mean everything, Colleges,grocery stores, library, ect.

AND I just shoveled my front porch and I have a very high energy level, so that's why I'm writing this.

Thank you for your reviews! They truly make me happy, and a lot of the time they make me laugh.

I've had a few people tell me that my stories are too sappy. I'm sorry, but that's how I write. If you don't like things being sweet and sappy then don't read my stories. I don't expect everyone to like what I write but I honestly can't change how I write. In all sincerity, I am sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, though I envy whoever that does. I don't own the song Kiss me by Sixpence none the richer.

Oh, my twitter is : summersetlights (I'm an extremely awkward person...just to warn you.)

Panting and stumbling, Eli pulled Clare toward the secluded shed that was just outside the outline of the woods. Their shoes and socks were drenched in mud and water, making it hard for them to run fast. She held on to his hand tightly, scared that she'd slip and fall. She knew that Eli would keep her safe. He always did.

With the wind swaying the trees violently and the flashes of light dancing around their dark silhouettes, it truly was a summer storm. It was like when you were little and the temperature would drop and wind would come rushing in through all the open doors and windows. Your mom would look out the window and shake her head, not wanting to say goodbye to the summer heat, even if it was only for a few minutes. So you would sneakily put on your boots and you'd put on a light jacket and you'd slip outside. Suddenly, you'd feel a few drops plop on your heads and you'd smile, because that was what summer was all about. The rain would pick up rapidly and you'd grin and start running around like a fool, happy to be alive and to be living in that moment. You would jump around in puddles and skip, while screaming joyfully with all your might. But then, as quickly as it started, it would start to die down, leaving you a wet mess.

And for the first time in ten years, they felt like that again.

Alive.

They ran the rest of the distance and pulled open the shed door. The toppled in and Eli quickly shut the door to keep the rain out. Both of them stood panting for breath. Clare was bent over and had her hands on her knees and Eli was leaning against the shed door, holding his heart. He closed his eyes as he attempted to slow down his wild heart, he loved adventures like this, especially if they involved Clare.

Eli started laughing at the sight in front of him, Clare Edwards wearing a white shirt. A white see through shirt...

Eli had never loved rain more.

"Why are you laughing? He could be calling the police right now and all you do is laugh?" Clare asked, her voice cracking with panic.

Eli barked a laugh."Clare, please. I don't think he even knows how to use a phone." He scoffed while shaking out his wet hair. He then took off his jacket and laid it down on the ground. He dropped his hands to the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it off.

"What are you doing?" Clare asked, confused. It seemed odd that he was stripping. I mean, she didn't mind...but...

"Taking off my clothes." He replied, his voice somewhat muffled by his grey shirt. Eli finally got the shirt off and flung it across the shed and sighed, he spread his arms up and he threw his head back.

"Ahhhh. I feel so free!" Eli said while grinning with satisfaction

Clare cocked her head to the side. He was so strange. The weirdest things made him smile and the oddest things made him frown. There were times when Clare would just look at him and observe. He honestly wasn't like anyone that she has ever met. There were moments when Clare would just look at him and fail to understand.

She shrugged and then started pulling off her own shirt. Knowing her, by keeping her wet clothes on, she'd end up getting the flu. She pulled her shirt off her body and placed it neatly on the ground. As she was about to unbutton her pants, Eli protested.

"No!"

Clare's eyebrows knitted together and she put her hand on her hip. "What?"

"You forgot to take off your bra." Eli grinned goofily, causing Clare to roll her eyes. They could have the deepest conversations but at the end of the day, Eli was still a young man with raging hormones.

"We could sing a song?" Eli suggested as he clicked the flashlight on and off.

In the shed, there were five barrels of hay stacked together. Along the wall of the shed, there were shelves of tools, which is where Eli had gotten the flashlight. They had distributed the hay so that they could settle down and relax, which to their dismay, led them to feel sleepy. And they couldn't fall asleep just yet.

"Sorry, but I don't know any screamo." Clare said, yawning.

"Sorry, but I don't know any screamo." Eli imitated her, making his voice rise a few octaves. Clare giggled and pushed him slightly.

They lay next to each other, with Clare's head on his chest. His arm was wrapped around her waist and he was smoothing his hand over her small curves.

They stayed quiet for a while, just listening to each other's deep breathing. It was odd. Even with the hay poking at their naked flesh, they still felt comfortable. Sometimes, Eli believed that he could lay on a bed of nails with her and he'd still be comfortable. It just felt so natural to be with her, so satisfying. He swore that in the moments that he spent with her, a million bombs could drop on him but as long as she was by his side, he would feel safe. It felt nice to have stability, especially when the world was such an uneven place.

"Eli?"

"Mm-hm?" Eli glanced at the girl in his arms, once again she was nervous.

"You never finished giving me your answer. Do you want kids...someday?"

Eli could feel her heart beating rapidly on his chest. To be honest, he wasn't much of a kid person. He found them to be obnoxious and loud and they always took up his last nerve, but somehow, the thought of Clare having his children excited him. The thought of her holding his baby made his mind reel. The thought of buying baby clothes and baby books was, without a doubt, scary. He was scared of the unkown. Eli was scared of what could happen.

But since he met Clare, he didn't care as to what his future contained, he just wanted her in it.

"Nah. I don't think I could take care of baby goats." He smirked, knowing that she'd roll her eyes at his lame joke.

"Eli."

"Do I want kids? No. Do I want kids with you? Yes. There's a difference between the two sentences." Eli replied matter-of-factly.

"Really? You mean it?" Clare's blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at him.

He nodded, just happy to see her that happy. When Clare was happy, he was happy. It was that simple.

"Oh, Eli!" Clare exclaimed as she threw her body on top of his. She peppered small kisses and love bites on his neck and face, trying to show him her love.

Clare never initiated anything that was sexual. Sure, she kissed him and hugged him, but she never started anything that didn't involve clothes. Eli was always the one who was coaxing her to do something. But now, she was planting kiss after kiss down his flesh.

Clare ran her fingers down the sides of his body, making him shiver in pleasure. She leaned down to his face and kissed his nose, making him blush a little bit. She stared down at him and watched the changing emotions on his face. A small smile was planted on his plump lips and his one dimple was deep like a crater. Clare loved to see him so happy, it was thrill. The day was wasted if she didn't make him laugh or smile

Eli stared up at the sun, that so happened to be his girlfriend. Her fingers were like magic as they ran up and down his body. Her pillow-like lips sucked on his neck gently, making low moans come out of his throat. Just the touch of her skin on his made him dizzy, but her lips on his skin? It was like he was on cloud-9. Fuck, he was probably on cloud-10.

"Clare?"

Her eyes shifted up to his, questioning.

"Make love to me." Eli said, looking her straight in the eye. Clare smiled and kiss his cheek and she slid down to the middle of his body.

She slowly slid herself down on top of him, making his eyes roll back. Making love with Clare was like someone with their heroin; addictive. He would always want more of her, no matter how old they got.

Eli rested his hands on her hips has she slowly thrusted back and forth. She laid her small hands on his abdomen, trying to keep herself up. The way he was thrusting into her was enough to make her scream (Which she did, but that's besides the point) Eli's finger nails drove deeper into her soft skin and Clare threw her head back at the sensation of him in her. The pleasure was quickly clawing up into her veins and roaring its fiery head.

Just the sight of her on top of him was enough for him to go crazy. She was stunning, absolutely stunning with her auburn curls flying everywhere and her plump breasts moving with her body. She was a goddess, no one deserved to look at her, not even him.

He sat up and brought her on his lap, still thrusting into each other at a furious rate. They clung onto each other fiercely, hands gripping each other's hair and sweat pouring down their bodies. The friction between the two lovers was overwhelming, heat pooled in their bodies like lava erupting from a volcano. Moans and whimpers and screams came out of their mouths, both of them lost in the pleasure.

The thrusting became erratic as they tried to tame the fire within them. He went deeper and deeper inside of her, making both of them cry out each others names.

Biting, Clawing, Scratching, they were doing everything to make each other let go. Eli sucked on her tender neck with his smooth tongue, but when Clare clawed his back, his teeth sank into her neck. Her scream pierced through him as she finally let go, making her see white. Eli grunted and let go also.

They panted into each others arms until Eli found the strength to lay them back down. Clare snuggled deep into his chest and breathed with contentment. His chest was soft and smooth and it smelled like him. It smelled like musk and pine, like a woodsmen.

He kissed the top of her head and they slowly fell into a light slumber, dreaming only of each other.

"Do you think we should go up and get our stuff?"

"We could try, but he'd probably go all lunatic on us again. You know, I heard that people get uptight when they don't have sex. So maybe that's his problem..."

"...What are you saying?"

"We should ask him to join us, I don't think he'd mind a bit of lovin'-"

"Eli!"

The sound of a slap echoed throughout the shed, but the sound was soon masked behind the laughter of the two lovers.

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me out on the moonlit floor

...I am such a cornball...

I really didn't like this, but this is the best that I could do.

I'm sorry that it took so long to put up! I was in my "I hate the world" mood. :)

Anyway, review?

Oh, in case you didn't know...a kid is also a baby goat.

P.s...Am I the only one who enjoys watching the older episodes on Degrassi? Seriously, I love it! I can't even remember the last time I saw them...