Eli opened his gift, taking out a new Dead Hand shirt that he had seen in the mall last week. He told her that he was going to get it later, but she obviously took that matter in her own hands, and it warmed his heart that she remembered the little things he said (and then mentally scolded himself for sounding like a girl). He was about to thank her for it, when two slips of paper fell out of the shirt. Curious, he picked them up. “You’re joking,” he said. A wide smile graced his face and he met her eyes again. “I get to see them in band again?! This is the best, Clare!”Clare smiled at the excitement in his eyes, internally sighing in relief when he seemed to genuinely love what she had gotten him.
“I got two tickets so you can drag Adam along,” she said.
“Uh-uh, I’m not taking Adam this time. I think it’s time for you to witness the magic of a Dead Hand concert,” Eli told her, wrapping her up in a hug before she could respond.
“Oh god,” she said as she was squeezed. “If my eardrums get blown out, I’m blaming you.” She had never actually been to a concert, but she knew that they were loud if nothing else. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him back, kissing his cheek.
“It’ll be fun, I swear,” Eli promised, smiling wide.
Eli opened his gift, taking out a new Dead Hand shirt that he had seen in the mall last week. He told her that he was going to get it later, but she obviously took that matter in her own hands, and it warmed his heart that she remembered the little things he said (and then mentally scolded himself for sounding like a girl). He was about to thank her for it, when two slips of paper fell out of the shirt. Curious, he picked them up. “You’re joking,” he said. A wide smile graced his face and he met her eyes again. “I get to see them in band again?! This is the best, Clare!”Clare smiled at the excitement in his eyes, internally sighing in relief when he seemed to genuinely love what she had gotten him.
“I got two tickets so you can drag Adam along,” she said.
“Uh-uh, I’m not taking Adam this time. I think it’s time for you to witness the magic of a Dead Hand concert,” Eli told her, wrapping her up in a hug before she could respond.
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Clare rolled her eyes good-naturedly and watched him as he opened it. She was a little nervous. What ifs raced through her mind. What if he didn’t like it? What if it was too much? Too little? What if she had been completely off. The Dead Hand WAS his favorite band, right? She was so sure before…but now… She told herself to stop. There was no use in being worrisome.Eli smiled warmly at Clare, taking the bag and playfully shaking it. “You know, you didn’t have to get me anything…” he began, watching as she immediately began to protest. Amused, he put his finger to her lips, shushing anything she was about to say as he continued. “But I’m glad you did. I love presents.” He smiled wickedly, sending a wink her way as he opened it.
Eli opened his gift, taking out a new Dead Hand shirt that he had seen in the mall last week. He told her that he was going to get it later, but she obviously took that matter in her own hands, and it warmed his heart that she remembered the little things he said (and then mentally scolded himself for sounding like a girl). He was about to thank her for it, when two slips of paper fell out of the shirt. Curious, he picked them up. “You’re joking,” he said. A wide smile graced his face and he met her eyes again. “I get to see them in band again?! This is the best, Clare!”
Eli smiled warmly at Clare, taking the bag and playfully shaking it. “You know, you didn’t have to get me anything…” he began, watching as she immediately began to protest. Amused, he put his finger to her lips, shushing anything she was about to say as he continued. “But I’m glad you did. I love presents.” He smiled wickedly, sending a wink her way as he opened it.
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He hopped out of bed, grabbing the tiny, light blue gift bag and handing it to her. “You go first!”
Clare laughed at his enthusiasm, her stomch jolting as she took the small blue bag. A smile smile remained on her lips as she…
Eli sighed, relieved that she liked it. He wouldn’t admit this to her, but he had spent all day yesterday and the better part of today bugging his mom, asking her if she thought Clare would like it. She of course assured him that Clare would love it, but he continued to doubt himself until now. “You’re welcome, I’m so glad you like it,” he said, pulling her in for a sweet, short kiss.
Clare pulled a small, black velvet box out of the bag, her breath hitching. She looked to Eli, who was staring intently at the box in her hands. With a soft smile, she opened it, once again a small gasp escaping her mouth. “Eli,” she breathed, stroking the pretty aquamarine stone in the middle of a gold-banded rIng.He hopped out of bed, grabbing the tiny, light blue gift bag and handing it to her. “You go first!”
Clare laughed at his enthusiasm, her stomch jolting as she took the small blue bag. A smile smile remained on her lips as she opened it.
Eli watched her carefully, nervousness seeping into his core. He wondered if she’d like it, or think it was stupid, or too over-the-top.
Eli was still nervous as he watched Clare’s every move, cautiously eyeing her expression. “Do you like it? I can take it back if you want. And you can choose something else. Don’t be afraid to tell me if you don’t like it, because I understand and yeah…” he trailed off, blushing a bit at his rambling.
damn you
I accidentally unfollowed you
But I fixed it
He hopped out of bed, grabbing the tiny, light blue gift bag and handing it to her. “You go first!”
Clare laughed at his enthusiasm, her stomch jolting as she took the small blue bag. A smile smile remained on her lips as she opened it.
Eli watched her carefully, nervousness seeping into his core. He wondered if she’d like it, or think it was stupid, or too over-the-top.
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