Ok, second Degrassi story (:

This time, it's what it's like when Darcy returns home...Mostly about her dealing with Clare's new boyfriend. NOT a one-shot. I have most of the next chapter ready. Thinking that I'll do a few chapters (2-3) dealing with each thing that Darcy would have to face after returning home.

Her family, everything that has changed, where/how she's going to live, and her past..

Dun dun dun (not really (: )

Lots of EClare fluff and beauty.

Enjoy

And review! Please, it makes me encouraged to write more and update faster!

Darcy's POV:

My breath hitched in my throat as I stepped from the plane. Two years. I'd been gone for two years. I searched for my luggage, and then fled the airport in search of a taxi.

I told the taxi driver the address for home, letting a few tears escape my eyes as I passed The Dot. I'd heard that it had burned down and had to be redone. But as we passed it slowly, I saw Peter setting a milkshake in front of a blonde haired girl. Peter…

I hadn't told anyone at home that I was returning. I figured a surprise would be so much better. I hoped they would agree that this surprise was nice.

I had only talked to Mom and Dad for the past two years. Clare was so busy being Clare that she was never there to pick up the phone. The only time she'd ever been mentioned was when I asked for her once. Mom had said she was "out with those boys again" and she wasn't sure when she'd be home. I had thought about asking who "those boys" were, but I had to get off the phone to finish up some work.

So there I was, standing in front of the house I'd grown up in, wondering what I was supposed to say to them once they answered the door.

Finally, I took a deep breath. I knew that only Mom and Clare would be home because Dad was at the condo this week. I'd spoken to Mom the night before about their divorce.

I knocked on the door. A bubbly, unfamiliar girl threw the door open. But, as her mouth dropped open and she began to squeal, I understood who it was.

Clare.

My baby sister, Clare, was no baby. She jumped into my arms excitedly. After a moment or two, she pulled away, "Darcy! You're home!" She laughed again.

"Clare…" I whispered. Suddenly, I took notice in something, "What happened to your hair? Aw, Clare!" I ran my hands through her hair, holding back any tears I might have had left in my body.

A few more moments passed before I questioned her, "Where's Mom?"

Clare shrugged, "Think she went to movies with her new boyfriend."

I laughed at Clare's wording. As I began to put my bags down, I noticed two boys standing behind Clare, "Clare, aren't 'ya going to introduce me to these boys." I giggled, slamming the door shut with my foot as I waved to the confused teens.

Clare gave me a confused glance before turning around, "Oh, that's Eli and Adam." She pointed to each boy. I could tell there was more to the story by the way she murmured their names.

"Hey…" both of them mumbled together.

After a few more seconds of silence, Clare motioned for us to go into the living room. We sat silently, but in those moments of silence, I gathered several new pieces of information I hadn't while we talked.

First, Adam was very petite and girly. Something was a little off about that boy…

Second, Clare was more different than I'd first noticed. She no longer wore her glasses. Not wearing glasses suited her well, might I add. Also, her outfit was very un-Clare like. She wore a short jean skirt with a pink floral shirt. She seemed very normally dressed. Yet, for Clare, that wasn't normal.

Finally, I found that Clare and Eli sat very close together. They seemed comfortable with the closeness. Well, that's a good topic starter…

"So Eli, Adam…How do you guys know Clare? She in one of your classes? After school stuff?" I shrugged, hoping I didn't sound too curious.

"Both of the boys are in my English class. Eli edits my work in class, too." Clare said, shrugging.

Eli peered at her out of the corner of his eye, "Really? That's all I get, Blue Eyes? Your editor? Hah," he paused to look at me, "I happen to be more than her English partner." He smirked. Clare was blushing furiously.

"And what else are you two?" I asked suggestively, arching one eyebrow high above the other.

"You guys are pathetic. Eli, stop messing with Clare and Clare, stop being a baby and tell your sister the truth." Adam whined, rolling his eyes at the pair.

I stared at Adam curiously as I heard Eli speak, "I am not messing with her, Adam. Simply bothering her." Eli smirked again as he turned towards Clare.

I groaned, rolling my eyes, "Tell me what?" I asked, crossing my legs.

"Um…You see, Darce…I um…" this time, Eli groaned.

"Clare and I are together." Eli finally said, smiling.

I rolled my eyes, "I figured. You guys are all over each other and you're just sitting there." Clare blushed, looking towards her lap. I saw Eli smirk down at her as he took her hand carefully. I smiled.

"Hey boys, can I borrow my sister for a quick minute? We have a lot to catch up on. Clare, your room?" Clare nodded, pulling her hand from Eli's. He smiled up at her lovingly as she walked with me.

As soon as we reached the stairs, I grabbed onto Clare's arm. I ran up the stairs, pulling her with me.

We ran into her room. I shut the door, turning to my baby sister.

"So, details?" I smirked as I saw her blush.

"About?" She pretended to ask. She knew what I meant…

"About? Gosh, I don't know…That boy down there staring at you like you're his god." I smiled, falling down onto her bed. Clare gracefully sat next to me.

"One, he does not." She giggled, though, "and two, it'd take way too long to explain us."

"I've got time." I smiled.

Clare opened her mouth to speak, but a knock came to the door, "Clare, I have to go. Adam's going to hitch a ride with me. I'll let Mom know you're not coming for dinner tonight, though. You and your sister have a lot to catch up on." Clare stood, rushing to the door.

She opened the door, smiling at the dark haired boy, "'Kay, Eli. See you tomorrow?"

Eli nodded, "Of course you'll see me tomorrow. We have English, don't we?"

Clare giggled lightly, "Yep. Tell your Mom that I'll be over tomorrow night for dinner. And make sure she knows I'm sorry I bailed."

"I will. She really loves you, Clare." Clare blushed, pulling him into a hug.

"I'm glad. I really love spending time with her." Eli smiled down at her as they pulled away.

They quickly kissed each other, "Love you, Blue Eyes. Pick you up tomorrow, 'kay?"

Clare nodded as Eli turned to leave, "Love you." I smiled at my sister's gushy ways with her new boyfriend.

"Details!" I screamed before she could turn to me.

"Fine. But I have to do it fast. Now that I'm not having dinner at Eli's, I have to come up with something for us to eat." I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. So, how'd 'ya meet?" I fell farther onto her bed, snuggling up to a pillow as she sighed contently.

"Well, right after I got my eyes fixed," she motioned to her eyes, "I heard that everyone thought I got a boob job."

I eyed my sister curiously. She just smirked.

"I know. Anyways, I thought that no one notice how I really changed. Alli and I were fighting over my glasses because I wanted to put them back on since no one noticed my eyes. We ended up throwing them into the street on accident."

I laughed, "Typical clumsy Clare." I murmured. Clare stuck her tongue out at me.

"Yeah, yeah. So, a black hearse drove up and crushed them. At first, I was a little mad, but it ended up being Eli. He told me I had pretty eyes after I told him I didn't need my glasses anymore because I had gotten laser eye surgery."

I nodded, finally understanding why she didn't need her glasses. Then, I sighed, throwing my hands to my chest, "Aw, that's cute."

She nodded.

"Any secrets? He seems…mysterious." Clare paled.

"Several secrets. Well, two major ones, I guess." I cocked my head to one side, squinting at her.

"You'll be all judgmental on him. He's a really sweet guy. Just with a few…problems. One of them is nearly gone, though!" I smirked at her, throwing a pillow at her. She caught it gracefully, giggling.

"Tell me! I won't judge. Promise."

"Well," Clare began, biting at her thumb nail, "See, two years ago, Eli and his ex-girlfriend, Julia, got in a fight. He told me it got pretty bad. That he had said things he later regretted. She left on her bike and was hit by a car…" She hung her head at the suddenly sad words.

I gasped, covering my mouth. I sat up, grabbing onto Clare's hand. She looked up and smiled slightly.

"Anyway, he had a rough time accepting it. After we met and got closer, we actually kissed for a project. Afterwards, he turned cold and refused to even look at me. When I went to his house for closure, we went for a ride in his hearse and he told me about her. Said he liked me and he couldn't just be friends with me. I ended up hinting to him that I'd give him some time. A few weeks later, we were together."

I smiled, "Good. At least he found the courage to move on."

"Not completely…" Clare laughed slightly, but still sounded very down about whatever the subject was.

"What now?" I sighed, crossing my arms.

"Well, after Julia died, he started to have trouble coping. So, instead of coping, he found something to obsess over. It's actually very common." She looked up again before laying down next to me.

"And that obsession would be…?" I asked, turning to stare at her.

"Things. He became a hoarder. Refusing to throw anything away. But, it's okay now. We've been going through his stuff, sorting out his past." She gave me a genuine smile this time. I pulled her hair from in front of her eyes.

"He seems nice. No more drama besides that?" she shrugged. But a few moments later, her eyes grew.

"Well, there was that one time…" She glanced up at me through her thick eyelashes, giving me a shy smile.

"And what would that be?"

I took a deep breath. Not only did my baby sister have a boyfriend. She had a hearse driving boyfriend who had a dark past.

Sexy.

I mentally laughed, bringing myself back to reality as Clare spoke, "At Vegas Night- this school dance- Eli was nearly stabbed." I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head. My mouth was open in shock. Clare giggled slightly.

"Please, explain. Now." I demanded, pushing at her arm to enthuse my interest in the topic.

"Gosh, pushy. So, Eli and I had just become official. And I mean just. That morning, he'd helped me get Simpson off of my track for a stink bomb," she paused as she saw my reaction, "Yeah, tell you later. Eli's explanation now."

I nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"So, he asked how I was going to thank him and before I knew it, he was kissing me. Believe me, I was so confused. Alli convinced me to ask Eli about our status. After a very quick conversation with Eli, we were together. But, Fitz told me that if I didn't go to the dance with him, things may "happen" to Eli. So, I had to go with him."

I pushed my hands behind my head, "Who's Fitz?" I asked casually, pretending I wasn't dying to hear the answer.

"This bully that's been bothering Eli. They'd already been in multiple fights and- what?" Clare cut herself short as I started to giggle.

"Clare, that's hot. You're boyfriend fights."

"It is not hot! It's dangerous and idiotic. It nearly ruined our relationship. Even if he was fighting to defend my honor." She laughed as she slipped into a state of deep thought. But, she quickly snapped from the phase.

"Okay, can I finish? So, I went to the dance with Fitz. Eli was steaming with anger but tried to hide it from me the best he could. It was weird…Having to tell my very new boyfriend that I wouldn't go to the dance with him even if I was dying to. And not only that. I was going to the dance with the person he despised most." She sighed.

Clare took a deep breath before beginning again, "Eli tried to convince me to poison Fitz. Just a puking poison, but still poison. I refused to be a part of it and left him outside alone. Later that night, Eli slipped it into Fitz's drink anyway. Fitz got mad and went after Eli with a knife. Fitz ended up stabbing the wall next to Eli, but I was still terrified." She closed her eyes. We stayed there, laying next to each other peacefully, for a few minutes. Finally, Clare shifted, "I need to start dinner."

"Yeah, you should. Then, we'll discuss how sane you are to be with this boy." I laughed.

Clare stared down at me as she stood up, "I've thought of that often. But every time I try to pry away, I find a reason not to." She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she laughed.

"Clare," I whispered as she tried to leave, "Is that an earring I see?" Clare began to sprint down the stairs, "Clare!"