Okay, so this was in response to a photo of Clare kissing Wesley, Clare kissing KC, and Clare kissing Eli, all put together.
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good times.
sure.
let’s go with that.
-coughcough-
- Clare :)
Clare.
Clare.
Is there a reason why you’ve not told me about this?
Wesley?
Really?
And I’m not even going to mention why you’re kissing K.C. so passionately.
And who, may I ask, is that, blue eyes?
- A Very Frustrated Eli.
he kisses like a fish, eli. a very awkward, pale fish.
i did say it was good times.
K.C’s old news. lesson learned: never date a jock.
which guy are you asking about? the blonde one?
oh, his name is declan and he’s hot, cultured and irresistable. i wrote vampire fanfiction about him last year.
his name is declan. long story. he’s no one special.
- A Very…. Impish Clare :)
A fish, Clare? Sometimes I wonder.
And you dated a jock. I’m not even sure…
Nevermind.
Should I be worried about this Declan kid?
Alright, well. Fine. But that last one?
Yeah. That’s forever.
Which means you’re mine and those thoughts going through my head there? Yeah, they’ll happen one day.
- Eli.
eli, your over use of the cross out option makes me dizzy.
and wonder about what, elijah? his lips were, like, slick and sloppy and gooey. hence, my conclusion of fish. don’t wonder about me, hearse boy.
you’re not sure what? finish your sentences. i hate it when people do that. just speak your mind.
i don’t know, it’s not like there’s anyone else answering my texts or calls or tweets, and he just broke up with Holly J so i’d say that he has at least a fair chance. unless someone were to change that. cough cough.
forever? keep dreaming. i don’t see what made that kiss so special. i mean libraries, pushed up against bookshelves… that’s so hermionexdraco cliched.
really.
-Clare :)
Ouch, Clare. That was my heart you just shot.
What is with you and Adam?
Also, I didn’t need a play-by-play of Wesley’s lips, thank you. Not something I want to think about.
And hearse boy? That sounds like a rejected superhero. Please. Never again. My heart can’t handle this abuse.
Like hell Declan has a chance, get over here and I’ll make you forget him.
Oh, Harry Potter now? Don’t act like I didn’t take your breath away, Miss ‘I-think-you-just-passed-your-French-exam’.
- Eli.
-cocks gun-
i only shot it? i’m not doing my job correctly, i actually meant to tear it out and eat it. yummy. :)
you do realize, eli, that in your fancy little paragraph, you answered none of the questions i presented, nor did you elaborate on anything i asked you to. you’re just so… UGH.
whatever. hearse boy is way better then saint clare. it makes me sound like a floozy.
i’ll forget about him when you forget about julia.
my breath was perfectly intact, thank you very much.
A Very Not-Blown-Away-By-Eli’s-Kisses,
-Clare :)
Glad to hear that I have such an affect on you. “UGH” is such a great way to describe me.
So you moved from vampires to zombies now, Edwards? You’ve got a dark mind there for such a little girl.
You should know me by now, blue eyes, that I’m just not that easy.
And no, I think I like Saint Clare better. A curious little ingénue, you are. It suits you.
Ouch. You just crossed a line there, buttercup.
I beg to differ, you were practically panting. Stop denying it, you want me to kiss you like that again.
- The Boy That Very Clearly Takes Clare’s Breath Away.
“little girl?”
i’m a year below you, eli. that’s just physical age. mentally…
and you have no right to be talking about “dark.” if i may be repetitive: hearse boy.
you know, one of these days i’ll be arrested for shoplifting and i’ll become addicted to marijuana and be a prostitute and you’ll all be sorry for calling me saint clare.
what, out of your comfort zone? good, i didn’t mean to make you happy.
so maybe i was. and maybe i do. what’s your point?
- The Girl Who Makes Hearse Boy Dream In Technicolor
Mentally I’m still older than you.
And Morty has nothing to do with me being dark. He was inexpensive and it’s a good learning experience to fix him three times a week.
Ha! I’m sure that’s exactly what you’re gonna do. You’d hack up a lung if you ever tried marijuana. And why would I be sorry if you became a prostitute? We’re not flirting or anything like what Adam is saying. So obviously it won’t matter to me.
Please. You couldn’t pull me from my comfort zone if you tried. Nice one.
My point is that you want me. You’re just won’t admit it.
- The Boy Who Makes Saint Clare Write Even More Racy Fanfiction.
no, mentally, you’re an eleven-year old who listens to too much MCR.
boy, please. i get blazed every night.
…
…
i can’t even pretend.
so you wont care if i’m selling my body on the streets? great to know. you’re such a good, nonflirtatious, totally-kind friend.
i believe i have, i know that our english assignment caught you off guard. you looked like you were about to wet yourself. i saw your face. better yet, i have it on video.
alright, elijah, fine. i want you. happy? elated? jubilant?
- The Girl Who May Or May Not Have Been Just Lying. I Guess We’ll Never Know.
How am I am 11-year-old? Please elaborate. And it’s Dead Hand and Alexisonfire, get it right.
If you could see me right now, I’m rolling my eyes. Get blazed? What, been hanging out with Fitzy-boy lately? How’s that working out for you?
Oh I’d care. But like you’d ever listen to me.
Wet myself? You wish. You’d love the satisfaction, but you didn’t get it. So get over yourself. You were the one begging for another take.
Oh yes. I am positively overjoyed.
- The Boy Who Knows She’s Telling The Truth Whether She Knows Or Not.
i know. i wasn’t serious; i couldn’t talk to someone who liked MCR. thanks.
oh, it’s all good. what with him buying me flowers and trying to stab you and throwing up. it’s a nice life.
oh, i’d listen to you if you showed that you cared.
cause right now i’m doubting.
i only wanted another shot because i like getting good grades. honestly, i thought your acting was ill-performed. that’s the only reason i suggested it.
- The Girl Who Knows She Was Telling The Truth
Glad your life’s going so great. The flowers probably have a camera in them so he can watch you.
Ill performed? What planet are you on, Edwards? My acting is superb. There’s no better Romeo than me.
And I do care. I just. I wouldn’t have spiked his drink with ipecac after he told me he wanted to sleep with you because I didn’t care. I wouldn’t have pushed you away from me when he had the knife if I didn’t care.
Jesus Christ, Edwards, you wound me. Doubting me.
- The Boy That Just Wants To Kiss Her Senseless But Won’t.
see, i guessed that. so i was careful that night and stripped directly in front of the corsage. i have to make sure it was worth his five bucks, right?
alright, fine. you’re a decent romeo. adam would have been just as good, however. you had ulterior motives.
i get where you’re coming from, but if you really cared you would have just taken me away to the damn Dot or at least not gone to Vegas night. if you really cared you would have just run when i told you to and not made me watch the person i care about the most in life be stabbed.
i doubt, you deflect. we’re a model pair.
- The Girl Who Wishes He Would Just Stop Making It So Complicated And Just Kiss Her
Of course you had to. I can’t believe I ever doubted you!
Sure, ulterior motives. Like what? A good grade? Didn’t you think for once that maybe I want good grades too? I’m not doubting that Adam would have been good, but… It was just better with us as Romeo & Juliet.
Let’s say I took you to the Dot instead. Adam was at that dance, Clare. Don’t you think that maybe if you stood Fitz up the first person he would have went after would be Adam? That was why I went to the dance instead. Dudes don’t leave each other behind. And sure, I hated that you were there with Fitz and I had to witness… but I’d rather witness than wait at home thinking, “Fitz is taking advantage.”
And you should know by now: I don’t back down.
I’m sick of this. Pick you up in ten?
- The Boy Who’s Finally Taking That Step.
good grades… don’t say that. we would have gotten a good grade anyway. i know there was something more, eli, i’m not stupid.
that didn’t cross my mind. seeing adam there, gambling… he seemed so detached from all the other crap that it just seemed like he wasn’t involved. i guess i forgot that it’s all three of us.
why didn’t we all just have a movie night?
forget it. park at the curb, see you in 10.
- The Girl Who’s Scared As Anything, But Maybe That’s Okay, Maybe She Should Just Live
Fine Clare, it wasn’t for the grades. Happy?
We should have… I was just a little beyond pissed that you agreed to go to Vegas Night with Fitz of all people that I wasn’t thinking. And you hadn’t been thinking… and Adam was lost in the thought of winning that damn flatscreen TV.
Come out in your pajamas, I don’t care. Might even be… cute.
Be right there.
- The Boy Who’s About To Throw Everything Away For A Girl.
