Patience is a virtue, and my god, you people certainly have it. And now begins the depressing month long wait for Degrassi to begin in the fall. But before I begin the conclusion of my story, I'd thought I'd share with my unholy army of super-delectably-splendid readers my thoughts of some pressing boiling point matters:

-What the hell is Jenna doing getting ready at Clare's house? Don't they hate each other? Or did they bond over the fact that KC dumped both of them on their asses.

-I really wish Wesley took Anya to Vegas night, because unlike most nearly seventeen year old girls who've fallen madly in love with Eli(not that I haven't too, just not as hard I suppose), I love the Bleakers of life, and Wesley fits into that category like a fresh winter glove.

-Dear Mrs. Torres,

You're pretty bitchy for someone who's nose looks suspiciously like a talon of a turkey vulture. You're a terrible person for putting Adam's happiness behind not disappointing grandma, and think Drew being hazed is far worse than Adam being bullied for being transgendered, and I think someone needs to throw you off a mountain. A very steep mountain. With very sharp rocks at the bottom.

Yours truly,

Ariana

P.S- I absolutely love your son. Not Drew. The son you refuse to accept is a boy.

-Who actually likes Bianca? Seriously.

-Alli is perhaps the biggest idiot ever. I honestly wouldn't consider it a compliment if some perverted homophobic jerk on the football team wanted to pay me fifty bucks to hook up with him, but that's just me.

-KC, we all know you've had a troubled past, but brooding and being a whiny little girl isn't going to change anything. And that's what you get for dumping Clare for Rural Barbie.

-I think I've made my feelings concerning Eli and Clare as couple crystal clear.

-Rliey(to Zane)- "I don't know why you keep giving me chances."

Neither do I Riley. Neither do I.

-Why would girls bid on Zane at the bachelor auction when they know he's gay?

-Even though Drew is a slut, I do appreciate all he's done for Adam and sticking up for Riley.

-I felt awful for Clare during All Falls Down. All she wanted was to make ammends, but Eli had to be a jerk and agitate Fitz even more.

-While probably a large majority of girls had a an orgasm when Eli kissed Clare in the library, I merely laughed my ass off at Clare's reaction. I thought Eli was going to have to take her to the nurse.

-Dear Holly J,

I liked you far better when you were a pretentious bitch.

-Marco and Jane were pretty cool kids, and I know a thing or two about cool kids, and those two were definitely a couple of cool kids. But Alli is not a cool kid, therefore does not deserve to have the honor of baring the Degrassi logo on her jean jacket.

I think we're all vaguely aware that I don't own Degrassi by now.

I think I'll be done ranting for now. And without further, here's the conclusion of What if the Girl Was the Vampire? Starring Eli G. and Clare E.

Clare threw herself onto her inviting bed. The past few days had emotionally drained her. Eli still avoided her, and she didn't understand why. The only logical explanation she could think of for his resentment was Declan, and how Clare interacted with him. Sure, she was a little on the flirty side, but Declan was charismatic, and she couldn't help it. But it was innocent, and Eli had heard her mention Holly J numerous times.

But Eli was usually a straight-forward, unless something else was bothering him, like with Julia weeks ago.

Clare sighed. In time, Eli would gain the courage and tell her.

She reached for her phone. No new messages. She lifted her head in the direction of her laptop. Nothing. She could still hope he would speed the process along sooner.

Clare got underneath the covers. She reached out towards the nightstand next to the bed and felt her fingers grasp a familiar object- the latest edition of the Fortnight saga. She gave the book a longing look, but set it back down. It was almost eleven thirty, and she had school tomorrow. She needed her sleep. She moved about her bed, searching for a comfortable position. She found it, and closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep, until she heard a clink noise.

Her eyes popped open, but she thought nothing of it, and returned to sleep. A minute later, she heard the sound again. She looked cautiously around the room, but found nothing out the ordinary. She heard the clink again, and her eyes instinctively glanced at the window. She rolled out of bed and strode towards the window. She opened it, and felt the cool night's air brush up against her skin. She shivered.

She looked down, and was stunned to see Eli standing there. He waved.

Clare's eyes furrowed. She mouthed 'what?' to him, and he began climbing the tree next to her house. Clare's eyes grew big, and winced every time he moved up the tree, afraid he would fall.

She moved out of the way when he made his way up the tree and crawled into her room.

She stood their with her arms crossed and gave him a stern look. "What are you doing here?" She whispered. Her mother was just down the hall, and there would be hell to pay if she discovered there was a boy in Clare's room at night.

Eli smirked. "What, no how are you Eli?" He glanced at her. "And nice pajamas."

Clare was wearing a purple tank top and striped pajama shorts that barely passed her thigh. She tugged on her shorts, hoping Eli wouldn't notice. She continued to glare at him and refused to crack a smile.

Eli's smirk fell. He reached into his bag. "I come baring a gift." He pulled out a small round object and handed it to Clare.

Clare brought the mysterious object closer and eyes it. She scoffed. "An apple Eli? Really?" She questioned.

Eli looked down at the floor, then met Clare's gaze. "Will you please let me explain Clare?"

"Why should I let you?"

Eli grinned. "Because if you don't," he started with a mischievous glint in his eye, "I'll scream, thereby waking your mother up."

He had her, and what's worse, he knew it. He walked over to her bed and patted the empty space next to him.

Clare threw her arms in the air, surrendering. She sauntered over to her bed and sat down.

"Clare," Eli said softly. "I have a confession to make." Clare looked confused, and he continued. "The other day when I was over here, and you went to get me a drink, I looked at your computer and read one of your old files."

Clare attained a neutral expression.

"Which file?" She asked, her tone unstable, threatening to collapse into a fit of rage.

"A Fortnight fanfic."

Clare's eyebrows furrowed. She opened her mouth to speak but no words escaped her lips. Her attention was on Eli. He hung his head sheepishly, his gaze directed at her bed.

He misinterpreted her silence.

"I'm so sorry Clare," he spewed out, startling her. "I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. And then the next day, when I saw you with Declan, I got jeal-"

His words were cut off when Clare's lips collided with his own. He was taken aback, but soon eagerly returned her kiss. Her lips were cold, and held a faint taste of cherry. His were soft and warm. The two were like fire and ice, coexisting harmoniously, creating something beautiful and magical; something most could never truly understand. Their tongues cascaded over the each others, having a very graphic exploration of the other's mouth.

Clare pulled away first, gasping for air. Her eyes opened and searched Eli's face. His eyes were closed, and he was smiling. His breathing was heavy. Her fingers intertwined with his own. Her other hand reached for his face and lightly stroked his cheek. Her blue eyes were met by a pair of emerald ones.

"All those stories," Clare spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the moment, "I wrote last year. After KC left me, and I was lost and confused. I evaluated my whole life and realized I had no idea who I was. I didn't live an exciting life like Alli; I was just boring. Then Declan came out of nowhere, and he told me stories that fascinated me. I'll admit, I became enamored with him, and felt the only way to vent this was with vampire fiction. But one day, I was thinking clearly, and I kissed his neck. I was mortified. He was very understanding and forgiving, as was his girlfriend."

Eli smirked. "Clare Edwards! I am shocked." He couldn't contain the laughter buried within so he let it out. Clare playfully hit him. "Ouch Clare," he chuckled.

Clare began to blush from the memory. She moved closer to Eli, till she was sitting on his lap. Her hand tentatively left his face and traveled towards his hair, where she played with a rogue strand.

Eli looked deep into her eyes. "Now, you listen to me Miss Edwards. You are by far the most interesting…" he stopped and lightly kissed her neck. "… Intelligent…" His lips moved to her throat. "… Most beautiful girl I've ever met. Probably in the world." His tone held no hint of sarcasm.

Both were smiling at each other. Eli leaned up her to already parted lips. Clare closed the gap in between them. Their tongues entwined once more.

Clare couldn't stop her mind from wandering to her other kissing experiences. This was by far the most passionate and loving kiss she'd ever had: KC's kisses were always quick and hesitant; Clare never even made it to Declan's lips; And Wesley was a portal for her to fantasize about Declan, until she accidentally bit his neck.

History has a funny way of repeating itself.

Clare's lips ventured away from Eli's to his neck. Her teeth grazed him, and he shuddered. She then took a big leap and bit down on his flesh.

Eli moaned loudly in both pleasure and astonishment. His moan echoed, far enough for Clare to hear movement from down the hall in her mother's room.

"Crap!" She whispered noisily. "Eli, you have to leave now!" My mother's coming!" She got up from the bed and began to pull on his arm. When he refused to move, she dropped his arm and gave him a menacing look.

"Um, I can't get up Clare." He muttered, then shot her a weak smile.

Clare gasped. She could hear footsteps approaching.

"Maybe it's a burglar." Eli suggested.

"I wish."

Clare pointed to the closet. Eli got up slowly and trudged to the closet. Clare couldn't help but giggle at the large bulge in his pants.

She quickly retreated to her bed and covered herself with her blanket. She heard the closet door shut quietly. Moments later she heard another door open. Light from the hall poured into her darkened room.

"Clare?' Her mother asked.

Clare rolled around on her bed, and opened her eyes and squinted at her mother. She was clad in a bathrobe and her hair was damp.

"Mom?" Clare hoped she sounded innocent. "What are you doing in here?"

"I heard a noise, and wanted to know what it was," she said suspiciously.

"I didn't hear a noise."

Her mother glared at Clare, hoping to crack her. But she eventually dropped the glare and replaced it with a small smile. "I guess I must be hearing things. Sorry to wake you honey."

She turned to leave, but stopped and shivered. "Why is it so cold in here? Clare, did you leave the window open?"

Clare's eyes flew open. Oh crap, she thought. She never shut the window after Eli crawled though it. "I'm sorry mom. I guess I forgot about it."

"It's fine Clare." Her mother strode over and shut the window. She preceded towards the exit, only to trip over something. Her eyes grew wide, and held the object in her hands.

"Clare Edwards, why is Elijah's bag in your room!" She questioned with an angry tone.

"Um, he must have left it here a few days ago."

Clare is such a terrible liar, Eli thought from inside the closet. He chuckled softly then realized what he had done.

Outside the closet, both Clare and her mother heard a noise from the closet. Her mother yanked the door open to find Eli standing there with one of Clare's sweaters tied around his groan.

Clare's mother began to breathe heavy, and glared at Eli, then back at Clare.

"Eli, I think you should leave now." Clare's mother snarled. As he stepped over to his bag, Clare's mother then noticed the sweater. "And please remove my daughter's sweater."

Eli untied the sweater. It fell to the floor. Her mother gasped. Eli's bulge was still at large.

She strode to Eli and grabbed his arm and pushed him to the window.

"OUT! OUT! GET OUT NOW!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Eli grabbed his bag and looked back at Clare. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"OUT!"

Eli sighed and escaped through the window.

Clare was horrified. Her mother turned to her. Her face was beat red. Her arms were folded in front of her chest. If looks could kill, Clare would have to have a ride in the back of Morty by then.

"Clare, you and I are going to have a very long and awkward discussion tomorrow." With that, she left Clare to dwell with the night's events.

Clare sat on her bed for almost an hour, just thinking. She then jumped to her laptop and opened up Microsoft Word. She thought she had just the story to be rid of her writer's block…

The End

I'd like to thank all the cool kids who read my story. I'll admit, I had some fun with it. I had an idea for a second story, and I might just make it a sequel. Tell me what you think of the story, and/or comments you have towards my previous rantings or your opinion of Degrassi: The boiling point. :D