A/N: Honestly, I don't know where this came from.

Inspiration for this short piece came from the masterpiece by Masshi Hamazu's song for Final Fantasy XIII - Vanille's Theme.

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.

Walking down the hall, his arm around his almostsortof girlfriend's shoulder, Eli Goldsworthy's grin couldn't be larger than it was that morning. Amidst the heart break and drama between him and his ex – especially after what had happened the week before – there was a small light inside Eli's heart; as cliché as it may sound. He had been in the slumps for the past few weeks and finally he feels like his heart is less heavy than it was.

Imogen Moreno giggled next to him and pushed his arm away, stepping in front of him. He quirked a brow and she smiled getting on her toes and pecking his cheek.

"No PDA, right?" She said and he smirked. "I'll see you after class at lunch, okay?"

He nodded and she walked into her class. He pivoted and began to walk the other way, sighing in content. So, yeah, Imogen wasn't the perfect girl to be going out with, but Eli could forget about Clare with her, right? If Clare could go on her merry way with Jake, why not him right?

"Crap!"

Eli craned his neck to look back, eyeing the curly haired girl as she grabbed her folder and papers from the floor. He shrugged whatever thought he had of her and kept walking.

Don't think of her Eli, keep walking and ignore her. Just –

"Eli," The girl said.

Damn it!

Sighing, he turned to face the young girl. The hallway was becoming deserted and his irritation level was getting higher as the seconds flew by. She smiled at him and tucked a short, auburn lock behind her ear, clutching her folder.

"I was wondering if we could talk about what happened the other day – you know, at the dance." She said, stepping closer to him.

He narrowed his eyes.

She fidgeted with her right index finger and left thumb.

"I'm going to get a detentionEdwards," He muttered, walking back towards his destination.

Clutching her folder tighter and grabbing the strap of her bag, Clare ran behind him and stopped a mere feet from him. "Please… Just for a bit. I promise you it'll be short," She pleaded, tugging at her lower lip nervously.

Eli stopped dead in his track and for the umpteenth time that day sighed.

"Sure, during lunch."

.

.

During lunch, after leaving Imogen to talk to the new girl – Katie, was it? – Eli made his way to the Zen Garden, where Clare had told him to meet her. He put his bag next to him as he sat on the bench there and waited for Clare.

He tapped his foot on the floor and checked the time on the watch Clare had given him.

Lunch was about to end and so he stood up, grabbed his bag and began to leave when a hand pulled him back. Before he knew it, he was pushed against a wall inside a dark room. Eli wrinkled his nose at the smell of detergents.

The light was switched off and he was in front of a red faced Clare inside of a janitor's closet – mind you.

"Why?" Eli mouthed out.

Clare furrowed her brows in confusion. "Why, what?"

"Why in a clo -"

"Janitor's."

"-set?" Eli finished, rolling his eyes at Clare's correction.

Clare blushed and sighed. "Because, Eli, now no buts. Listen okay? I'm sorry for leaving you in the hospital bed, torn and broken. And I'm sorry for yelling at you like I did at the dance… And I wish I knew another word that wasn't sorry; it's so overrated and cliché. But I am – I'm so sorry…" She trailed off.

Eli's face softened and she waited for him to say something. To no avail, though, Eli kept quiet, letting her continued. "And –" she gulped "- and I – me and Jake are only friends and when I saw you with Imogen… I lost it and I felt really jealous and I was out of line – I know. And I'm just so utterly sorry, Eli!"

A fresh round of tears formed in her eyes and she blinked back a few, while others fell out of her sockets. "Don't even get me started with how horrible and childish and -"

"Clare…"

"- they fight everyday through the phone! And I just miss you too much and -"

"Clare."

"-and I still –"

Her eyes widened as she felt his pair of lips over hers. Her eyes fluttered closed and she rested her hand on his shoulder. Before she knew it, much to her dismay, he backed away and smiled at her.

She quirked a brow and that's when he realized that he couldn't possibly ever forget about her – lips, eyes, voice, expression –

"What happens in the closet stays in the closet."

-and he dove down and kissed her again.

A/N: This sounded so much better in my head... But, oh well...