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His breathing was ragged and no matter how long his mother rocked him, sending sweet condolences into his ear, nothing helped.

Clare loved him.

Clare Edwards is in love with him.

She fucking loves him. Present tense.

"CeCe s-she's loves me a-an-and Imogen sh-she's a-a-and FUCK CLARE'S LEAVING TO AFRICA!" he yelled as he tried to crawl out of his mother's lap. He was slowly limping but his foot was pretty much healed.

"Honey, baby, sweetie it's fine. You can talk to her and everything will be okay, you'll work everything out." She promised him as she slowly rose and wiped his tears off his face.

"N-no!" he yelled at her, causing a startled gasp to escape the blonde, "She thinks I'm disgusted with her CeCe! Everything…" he trailed off as his hands formed tight fists, fists that resemble the form they took when reading about her and Jake, "She's completely wrong. I love her, sure…we…had some downs but, she's my everything…"

"Eli, honey I want you to take some deep breathes." CeCe told him with a pointed finger, her 80s hairdo slightly disheveled.

"NO! I have to find her!" he yelled at his mother with his nostrils flaring.

"Eli…" she trailed off as he bent his head down.

"Mom, you told me to talk to her. I'm doing it. I love her." He whispered softly as he glanced back up at her; his emerald eyes glistening to her with shining new unshed tears.

"Okay." She breathed as she folded her hands in front of her. Her vintage rings clinking together were the only sounds coming out of that room for a whole five seconds.

"Be careful." She told him with a smile as she ruffled his dark brown hair.

"You got it." He informed her, a smirk forming on his face. The smirk. It's back…

Before she could register what was happening Eli was out of his clean-ish room, grabbed her old bike from high school and off into the night.

He went on a bike…with a broken foot.

She sat on his bed, looking around at all the progress her son had made, all because of one special girl. She gathered the letter into her hands and her chocolate eyes skimmed it, trying to grasp an understanding about what got her son so motivated. Clare's words hit her hard; hit her with her son's reality. But…she believed in the teens, believed they could fix their problems. She recognized the looks they sent each other. It's the same look she herself and her husband sent each other back when they were in school. The same look they sent each other now.

Minutes later her husband arrived from his late radio show.

"Hey CeCe where's the brat?" Bullfrog asked her as he poked his head into the doorway to his son's bedroom.

"Out. He's gonna get our little Clareabelle back." She told him trying to contain her growing grin.

"Oh thank God!" he told her dramatically, "I thought his dense mind would never get the message." The big bellied man told his wife.

"Well he did, rude awakening but it did the trick." She winked at him.

"Oh and she says hi actually."

-d-

He hadn't ridden a bike in a very long time. And now, with an almost healed foot it was much harder. He tried to avoid bikes as much as possible considering the fact that they were evil. Like the evil spirits in the novel Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk…

His leg was starting to hurt a bit. He ignored the pain. It was for Clare.

She wasn't lying (which was a very Clare thing to do) when she said she wasn't home. He called Mama Edwards and nothing. He called Adam, said he hadn't heard from her since last week.

Did anyone know where his ex girlfriend was?

No, correction.

Did anyone know where his blue eyes was?

Peddling down the streets he checked anywhere he could think of.

He checked the parking lot.

"I think they're dead."

"Uhm, that's okay, I don't need them anymore. Got…laser surgery."

"You have pretty eyes."

"Thanks, ugh….see you around?"

"Guess you will."

He found nothing.

Their bench.

"Scream, at the top of your lungs."

"Ah…"

"Hm, that's the best you could do? Pfft."

"AAAHHHHHH~!" "Okay, it's your turn."

"Yeah…not my style."

"Wha-No you have to do it!"

"No you didn't hear me, it's not my style."

"You have to do it, you have to do it!"

"No!"

"I have to…"

Still nothing.

The park.

"Juliet, I will join you in the afterlife. Death come quickly so I can be with her A.S.A.P."

"Romeo! You drank the high fructose cola beverage, NO!"

"Star-cross not for long Romeo, for I shall join you in the afterlife."

Nothing.

He checked the library.

"Justice has been served."

"And if Fitz finds out-"

"Then I'll handle it. Now let's talk about more important things, like how you're going to thank me for getting Simpson of your scent."

"Well what did you have in mind?"

"Oh I don't know…"

"I have a French exam."

"I think you just passed it."

Nothing.

The Dot.

"Listen, I really like you air go I want your parents to like me."

"Well…since the new no PDA rule…Can I interest you in some contraband kissing?"

Nothing.

The abandoned church.

"What did you wish for?"

"But if I tell you it won't come true."

"Would it be extremely cheesy if I said…that I have everything I could've wished for?"

Nothing.

'Where is she…?'

-d-

"Thanks again Ali, for letting me stay the night." Clare welcomed her best friend with a batch of freshly baked cookies in a container as she appeared on the Bandahri's doorstep.

"No problem. So I'm guessing you sent the letter." Ali asked her with a remorse smile as she tied her straightened hair into a high pony tail on the center of her head.

"Yeah…I definitely got some much needed stuff of my chest." Clare breathed out as she attempted at flashing the darker skinned girl another smile. She failed.

"I know when you're hiding something Clare." Ali deadpanned at her best friend.

"I told him I loved him Ali, I'm scared. How about if he shows Imogen or something and they're having a laughing storm at my stupidity right now?" Clare asked as she tugged on her curly auburn hair as she fell back on the Bandahri family couch.

"Trust me; he's probably just as confused as you are." Ali told her with her big eyes as she started clutching her flip phone cell phone.

"I just hope you're right." Was Clare's mumbled reply as she hid her face under a pillow.

"I'm sure he is." Ali mumbled once again as she eyed the evil contact she still had in her phone.

"Hey Clarebear? I need to use the bathroom I'll be right back." Ali called off to the girl as she was already strutting to her upstairs bathroom, just a precaution.

Taking a deep breath she reminded herself this was for her best friend and pressed the call button.

"Hello?" was the confused answer she called to.

"Drew…hi." She told him awkwardly.

"Hey…no offense but Ali, why are you calling me?"

"Yeah that wasn't rude," she snapped at him, "I need to talk to your brother." She breathed out as she leaned her head on the wall.

"Adam? …Why?" he questioned her.

"To save a romance." She told him.

"Oh…kay?" he questioned as he entered his brother's room.

"Hey bro." Drew called to his younger sibling.

He found his brother sprawled on his stomach absolutely absorbed in a comic, his beanie attempting to fall off. Geronimo…

"Yeah?" he called not even looking up from the graphic book.

"There's a girl on my phone for you." He told him with a snarky tone. The whole Bianca situation really left him scarred.

His brother's head shot up so quickly one would've never guessed it was down in the first place.

"There's a girl, on your phone, for me?" he asked precautiously.

"Yeah."

All at once Adam jumped off his bed and hurried to the phone. He cleared his throat a couple times before grabbing the phone and whispering into it a husky, "Hey."

"Adam, it's me, Ali."

"Science club Ali, to what do I owe the honors?" he joked.

He heard her take a deep breath, "I uhm, I need you to do me a favor, PLEASE!" she pleaded with him.

"Okay…spill the beans Bandahri." He told her finally adjusting his beanie.

"I need Eli's number." She told him almost too quickly for him to understand.

"Woa ho ho slow it down a notch, why do you need Eli's number?"

He could hear the annoying noise of someone breathing into the mic again, "Please Adam, it's for both of our best friend's best interests."

"For…both of our…Ali what are you planning?" he asked of her getting strangely hung up on the subject.

"Just trust me on this Adam, please."

"…fine."

-d-

"Thank you Sav for dropping me off." Clare thanked the older Bandahri sibling unloading her two duffle bags from the back of his car.

"No problem but make sure to send us letters, keep us posted you know." He made an exaggerated wink, "Right Ali?" he nudged his sister.

"What? Oh yeah…mail us…" she trailed off as she looked left and right nervously playing with one of her rings.

"Is everything okay Als?" Clare asked the girl with a worried expression.

"She's probably just sad because she's gonna miss you so much Clare." Sav assured her with his smile.

"Yeah, yeah." Ali nodded.

'Eli where are you?'

-d-

He didn't know what to expect from the mysterious voicemail. Another thing from Clare? Probably not…Though he did not expect what he got.

"Eli, hi…this is Ali Bandahri. Uhm Clare's friend? The uhm short Muslim one with colorful skirts? Anyways enough with me trying to get you to recognize me, I only have one thing to tell you. Clare's flight is leaving at six in the morning. We're gonna be there at four thirty. Please Eli…make her stay. I know you still have feelings for her, I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES! And if you got the letter…you know how she feels. I never thought I would say this but…Eli, save the day.

It was all the inspiration he needed. It took much reasoning from his parents though, to come home and stop hunting her when he could get her tomorrow in the airport.

So he closed his eyes…

To see his room again at four in the morning.

It took almost forty minutes to get to the airport.

FUCK.

He quickly tried to move around his room while trying to put some pants on, not even realizing what he was eventually wearing. All of this with that slowly healing foot of his.

He was shoving on the easiest to put on shoes (Shoe really…) he owned as he tried to descend the stairs.

He tripped on his cast.

He fell down the stairs.

Slowly he clutched at the railing trying to get up.

"Come on." He mumbled to himself, "For Clare…"

Then a skull was in his vision.

He looked up to see his parents holding his cane in front of him.

"Boy, as embarrassing as this may be for a teenage boy to hear…I'm a help you get the girl of your dreams back." Bullfrog told him jiggling his pickup truck keys in front of the boy's face.

He smiled, "Thanks guys…"

..

"What the hell, make the cars move!" Eli moaned as he tugged on his hair.

"Son…if I do something here today you have to promise you will never tell your mother." Bullfrog told him with a worried look in his eye.

"You're not some serial killer, are you?" Eli mumbled into his hands.

"That's as much of a promise as I'm gonna get from you." Bullfrog laughed as he reached into his glove compartment.

The next thing Eli knew he heard the sirens of a police car and the adrenaline of his car going.

He peaked out of his hands to see…oh my…They were the fucking cops?

Bullfrog was speeding through all the cars around them as a light on top of their truck blinked annoyingly with the sirens blaring.

"BULLFROG I LOVE YOU!" he exclaimed as he watched himself fly past other cars and closer to his destination, closer to Clare.

-d-

"Well I guess it's time for our official goodbye you guys, security and all." Clare told them with a small side smile as she pointed her head to the metal detectors and security guards.

Sav opened his arms wide and she dug into them.

"Thanks Sav, for everything. You're like a big brother to me. I'm going to miss you a lot." She talked into his chest.

"Miss you to Clarebear." He told her as he released her.

"Ali." Clare smiled as she opened her arms.

"Clarebear~" Ali sang as she put her arms over Clare and took her a couple steps away from the security section of the airport, "You sure you don't want any last minute breakfast or a souvenir or something to bring Darcy in Kenya?" Ali pressed.

Clare laughed nervously, "I'm fine Ali now just hug me like you mean it and tell me all those heartfelt things a best friend is supposed to tell one another."

"I will!" she pressed, "AFTER we take a few more minutes of time…" Ali mumbled.

"Ali what's up with you?" Clare snapped at her with hurt.

"I just…don't want you to go!" wailed the girl as she clutched her curly haired girl again.

"I'm gonna miss you too Als, so much…" Clare trailed off as she started to feel tears invade her eyes.

"CLARE!" was a distant scream the trio heard.

Clare's nose furrowed in recognition of her name and she lifted her head in the direction she thought the noise was coming from.

"CLARE!" came the voice again.

"Who is that…?" she mumbled.

"BLUE EYES!" the voice roared and slowly she saw a fumbling dark figure trying its hardest to make it's way over to her.

"Eli…?" she asked the wind as she slowly took a step back, "no…"

"Clare don't fight it, listen to what he has to say!" pleaded Ali.

"No! Why would I do that? Ali did you set this up?" She screeched at the girl.

"I know what's good for you Clare." Ali told her stubbornly.

"Edwards…" a voice whispered in her ear sending familiar chills down her back,

She slowly turned around to face him, taking in his tired face.

"Eli." She responded coldly, "What do you want, where's Imogen?"

"Don't know, don't care." He responded as he leaned on his cane and reached into his pocket taking crumbled pieces of paper out.

"Last night…I received a peculiar letter with no return address telling me many things. Insecurities, truths, and emotions. Clare Edwards how the hell-"

She waited for his laughter, his mockery, her devastation.

"-could you ever think that I was disgusted with you? I LOVE YOU CLARE!" he declared as he let the cane drop to the floor and grasp her shoulders.

"I love every possible thing about you from physically to emotionally to everywhere in between. I've loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on your sky blue orbs and nor have I ever stopped loving you. You're the light to my day and the darkness to my night. How could you ever think that you were a rebound? How could you not get the Imogen is the rebound. You're smarter than this." He growled at her as their noses brushed with their intensity.

"Eli…" she whispered her hot breath tickling his face.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you. I want to smash little Jakey's face for even thinking you guys are associated. Clare, the biggest mistake in my life is letting you walk away from me without fighting hard enough to get you back. Instead I go running to the next girl who even shows me more than a side glance, miss attention seeker herself! That's what the parental units like to call her…" Eli chuckled as he leaned his forehead against Clare's.

"I've missed you blue eyes, so much." He whined, "Don't…go…" he breathed.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard everything she wanted to hear coming from his perfectly shaped lips.

"I-I'm not happy here." She choked on the light sobs that were slowly trying to escape her.

"I could make you happy." He told her getting her blue eyes to meet his green one.

"Do you promise?" she asked him trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

"Cross my heart." He told her honestly.

"Don't joke like that." She told him before launching herself into his arms.

"I love you." He mumbled into her vanilla scented hair. How he missed this smell!

"No…not as much as I loved you." She mumbled into his chest.

Her glossy blue eyes looked up at him and he scooped low, kissing away all the tears that were leaking from her blue eyes.

"Do you think it'll work this time?" Clare hiccupped.

"We'll make it work." He told her with a smile as their lips connected for the first time in months.

It started off slow and sweet but slowly turned passionate as he licked her bottom lip begging for entrance. She complied and moaned at the feeling of having their tongues touch one again.

A low applause erupted around them and they broke apart to see couples all around them looking at them adoringly.

"Yeah…you guys so owe me, just so you know." Ali told them mockingly as she crossed her arms with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, we definitely do." Clare told her as she cupped Eli's cheek and brought their lips together again.

"I could get used to these steamy kisses." Eli mumbled against her lips.

She smiled in it, "shut up." She told him.

'Will do.'

A/N: well since you guys brought so many positive reviews up upon my little story I thought I'd update it quickly. 25 reviews ? you guys are awesome ! I wanted to give everyone shout outs but it think it would take to much ): but im glad I inspired, put out people's feeling, and hopefully I lived up to you guy's expectations of the airport scene and 'saved eclare' .

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