Claire-
I woke up to sirens out my window and a loud knocking on the door. I ran down the stairs, almost tripping, then with a hard yank my front door burst open. The sight of two Cops standing out on my porch with saddened looks on their faces worried me. Mom, Dad, Amy! The one standing some what in front cleared his throat,
"Are you Miss Claire Young?" he asked the depression in his words made me quiver in fear of what news he was to bring. Finally after a long moment I nodded, afraid of my own answer. "My name is Sheriff Adam, and this is Officer Hines. I hate to ask, but may we come in? What we must tell you," he took a deep breathe. "Will be a shock and you will need to be seated.
I nodded again and slowly showed them the way to the living room. So far the only good thing that had seemed to happen today was, that I got forced to clean the house. "We hate to have to be the ones to tell you this ma'am, but there was an accident tonight and sadly your mother and farther did not make it off the scene. Your sister Amy did not make it to the hospital." As he finished I sat there in shock.
I felt a light tapping on my shoulder and snapped awake. Why did that night haunt me so much? It has been a week since the accident. "I'm sorry to have woken you Miss, but you flight has landed and you are allowed to depart from the plane." The stewardess said in a kind tone. I gave her a half smile, because that was all I was able to give and replied, "Thank you so much. I am glad you did." She smiled at my words and walked away.
I was now to live with my Aunt Emily, whom I haven't seen since I was two. She was unable to go to the funeral of her own sister, but her reason was just, she was in labor. She was still in the hospital so my Uncle Sam, I giggled at his name, and some of his friends that were supposed to be younger than him were coming instead.
I was supposed to spend my summer here until I went to college, kind of as a celebration for graduating with my sister whom was two years older than me. At that thought my eyes swelled with water. We were smiling big as we walked to get our diplomas arms locked tight. The last thing that we did together was when we got our tattoos. She had a beautiful pink rose on her upper back. I had a dark chocolate brown wolf head between my shoulder blades. The tattoo was only three weeks old.
As I walked out of the plane I pulled the picture I had of my Aunt and Uncle, I had begun my search.
Quil-
As acquired as it was to have imprinted on a two year old I could not wait to see her at sixteen. Emily showed me pictures of her at her graduation, which was slightly a shock considering she was the youngest in her class and she skipped two grades when she was in elementary school. She was smiling next to her sister who was smiling, if at all possible, wider. Claire had a beautiful smile. I wondered how long it would be until I saw her lovely smile. Her eyes were a striking emerald that would be able to tame a wild beast, or lull an enfant to sleep.
As we were at the gate to meet her I got worried that she might not like me. What if she thought me being a werewolf to be weird? What if she would be afraid of me? I wouldn't be able to handle that, would I?
Then I saw her, she was about 5'4" give an inch or two. Lightly tan, smooth skin, round cheeks, full lips, and flowing ebony locks grazing her waist as she walked. She wore a VanHalen, black bagging hoody, capree Goth pants with no chains, and black chucks that covered her shins. I turn to point her out to Sam, but he already had followed my stares to her, and was walking to talk to the angel of my dreams.
I went after Sam and just stood there a minute. Then she looked at me, with her deep, passionate green eyes. This caused Sam to look at me. "Claire, I would like for you to meet Quil. He will be the one showing you around LaPush while I am with Emily at the hospital. If that is okay with you?" I smiled at her, but she only gave me a half. I guess that was all she could give, her family died all in the same night, I wouldn't smile for awhile either. I was just happy she gave the effort. What surprised me was that her eyes seemed to smile which made me fill with glee. I couldn't help but give her a hug.
"Quil…I…can…barely…breath." She gasped, and eminently I let her go. "Sorry about that." I said in my normal goofy tone. Luckily Sam cut in, "I think we should get your luggage, don't you." She nodded to him, then, walked to the baggage claim. She had seven bags to pick up, plus her two carry on backpacks. She claimed that not all of them were cloths, only five, the other two were books. But by the weight of them, they felt more like bricks.
Thankfully we had driven 'The Beast', I loved that old ford, or else we probably would have never been able to get all of her shit to the house. I was happy that she got to live with me, and thankful that Emily had triplets. There are only two rooms at Sam and Emily's, time and time again Embry and me told them that we could switch houses so they would have more room, but they always said no.
Poor Sam-
I got to see my niece for the first time in almost fourteen years; she was an adorable sixteen year old. I also noticed Quil not so hidden stares as she got off the plane. Even worse, she caught the gaze of every other male in the airport and some of the not so happy female's whose husbands were, more than glancing, at the under aged beauty gliding off the ramp.
In the car was somewhat better. Though I didn't know how to tell her that she would be living with Quil and Embry, instead of me, Emily, and the Triplets. Sadly I had to say it, I took a deep breath. "Um…Claire, you know that mine and your Aunt Ems house only has two rooms, right?" She gave me a look that said she knew some of where it was going, and nodded. "Well, we're not kicking you out before you get here, its just that we wouldn't want you to have to share a room with three infants. We had a plan though, if it was fine with you," I paused "to move in with Quil and his roommate Embry, because they have a free room since Jacob moved out." I stopped to look at her, but she was looking out the window past Quil, or at Quil, I couldn't tell from the driver's seat. Then she turned to me with a smile, which shocked the hell outta me. She opened her mouth "I understand, I don't think I would like being woken up in the middle of the night anyway." She laughed. I was confused to hell. Then I saw Quil was tickling her. What in gods name possessed him to do that I would not know for the time. I was simple happy she was smiling.
Claire-
I don't know why, but I was perfectly fine moving in with Quil. There was something about him that made me want to smile. When he was tickling while I was talking to Sam, I felt like my old self again. I was happy and for the time care free.
When we got to my new home, I was half asleep on Quil's arm. I'll just blame that on jetlag. I pretended to be totally unconscious, to see if he would carry me into the house. What surprised me was, it worked. He sat me on the couch and chuckled. "You know you can stop pretending." He had a lovely laugh. "How did you know that I wasn't completely wiped out?" I quizzed. He looked at me still smiling, and leaned in toward me so that I could feel the unusual amount of heat radiating off his body. "Normal people's heartbeats don't speed up that much when they're knocked out." He snorted. "Then again, if you really wanted me to lug you and your" he paused for a moment. "Things, you could have just asked me. I know I am so hard to resist." He said in a mocking tone. I scowled at him. Stupid heart rate, I yelled to myself. Instead of acting embarrassed though, I decided to play back. In the most seductive voice I could and would muster, "Was I really that obvious?" gave a sarcastic smirk to let him know that I was joking around. Then, he move closer, now only millimeters separated us. Slowly moving in.
A loud ringing came from the phone on the wall snapping us back to the real world where a sixteen year old doesn't date her uncle's friends. No matter how much younger than him they might be.