Junebug
A/N: Hey this is my newest story and my first imprint story. So you know I love it and its already finished, just needs to be posted here. Please leave me a review, and I don't own the Twilight Series, and this goes for the whole story!
Summary: Meet Claire, she's seventeen and has to move to La Push to live with her aunt and uncle, and younger cousins. Her mother is sending her here because she's done with her attitude, her way.
Prologue: Junebug
~La Push~
Quil's PoV
I imprinted on a two year old, a two year old named Claire June Young. She wasn't expected by her parents and her older sister Allison July Young was the reason why they even married. Then her two younger siblings are supposedly the reason why their father left them.
After they moved to New York City, as far away from La Push they could afford.
Though I was the real reason as to why everything happened, why Claire has two younger siblings, why her sister is never around, why her mother hates her, why her father isn't around anymore.
She just doesn't know about it.
Not that I'm telling, anyone…soon.
Her parents were already bad before I came into her life and ruined it even more, and mine.
They fought, a lot. Her father smoked, like chain smoked, and her mother drank, the heavy stuff. So it wasn't her fault, non of their children did anything to cause the split, only me.
Well I guess you can say Claire too, but she didn't really do anything expect be cute and be my friend.
So what if I was made fun of by the pack, I mean I loved her, there's nothing weird about loving someone. I mean I didn't love Claire in that way.
She's just my little Claire-Bear. The girl that I would never be able to get over, that I would do anything for.
Something that Embry and Jacob and all of the pack that hasn't imprinted will make fun of me for the rest of my life.
Until Claire and her family moved.
I miss her so much.
And I will until she comes back to me, comes back to the West coast, and away from New York City.
I mean the way that I feel about her is…unexplainable.
Embry and Jacob will never let me live this down. I know that I'll always be the laughingstock of the pack, but sometimes it gets a little out of hand.
It'll be great when Embry imprints, the table will turn so much that it won't be funny.
No it'll be hilarious.
I closed my eyes and listened to the radio, it'll only be a matter of days before she's back. The phone call from Emily's sister Helen was so prefect, life couldn't be more prefect.
"Junebug, I remember everything.
The blue carpeted floors,
The tall wooden doors,
I held you in my arms.
Junebug, I'd burn down a picture of a house,
Say it was ours,
When we didn't need it anymore. ooh ooh ooh... You'd put the moon in a basket on your bike front by the coast.
And that was when I loved you best.
We were kids then.
We shouldn't think about the rest.
The way your face lit up in pale grief you were a ghost.
You liked to play with darkness, all the universe could give.
I was the home you once tried to escape, the dark in which you lived.
And soon they'd find you laying there on several different homes.
They'd find you laying on their porches, You were beautiful then, ooh ooh ooh... I remember everything.
Did you need to use the phone?
And lure you into their rooms,
That was the last I heard of June.
That was love I could not allow.
You're just a coke jaw now.
I remember everything. You were beautiful then.
I remember everything, Oh...
I'm still in too deep.
ooh ooh ooh.
(Junebug - Robert Francis)
~New York~
Claire's PoV
I closed my eyes, tired from a long night. I didn't know that my life would change, just like it did so many years ago, in a few hours.
My family moved to New York, to get away.
I cared at the beginning, but now it didn't matter. I was prefect.
My life was great, even though I had found my boyfriend cheating on me a few hours ago. My hand didn't even hurt from the punch I gave him, right in the jaw and the eye.
Sometimes life was so good it was comical.
Then sometimes it wasn't. Sometimes it fell apart so quickly you had no idea how to put the pieces back together.
Sometimes my life was like that, sometimes it wasn't.
When it wasn't, I was around, sometimes just seconds, or minutes, or hours, or days, even weeks. It depended how things went.
Most of the time it was days, just long enough for me to get my grip on life and breath and think once again.
When it was longer than a week, then I felt like I should never go back.
I hated my mother.
I hated my older sister.
I hated my father.
But most of all…I hated life.
It was an excuse, though we all had to go through it, live with constants reminders of how much it sucked, how much we wanted to give up.
Though the more that I live with it, the more my mother gets mad.
My sister just doesn't come around.
My father was as good as dead.
I was fine, I hated life and all the people who I had to deal with, even if the last time I saw them was years ago.
Nine or fourteen.
I sighed and put the cigarette that was hanging out my window out, it was eerie, dark, and just nice, quiet even.
Something that never happens in New York, never.
Silence is just as common as sunlight in the darkest and deepest parts of the ocean.
I moved through my room and then around the house, picking up another cigarette and lighting it. Letting the smoke fill our small kitchen, and making sure to leave ash on the floor.
I didn't care if I have to clean it or not, I would be gone before my mother woke up, she was a lazy bitch.
She was truly the worst mother in the world.
That was the only thing me and my sister ever seemed to agree on, along with the move to New York, being both the worst and best thing that could've happened.
I put out my cigarette and walked back into my room, it was so nice to not hear any noise.
Though I could feel my eyes start to droop and feel tired.
I opened the window up wider, I wanted to leave.
To be free.
But I couldn't be, life was too unfair to me.
And it loved it.
It loved to make me feel miserable, it laughed at my mistakes, and then helped me.
Though I had no real idea as to how, it just did.
I reached over and turned the radio on, the music was soft and filled the room lightly.
"Junebug, I remember everything.
The blue carpeted floors,
The tall wooden doors,
I held you in my arms.
Junebug, I'd burn down a picture of a house,
Say it was ours,
When we didn't need it anymore. ooh ooh ooh... You'd put the moon in a basket on your bike front by the coast.
And that was when I loved you best.
We were kids then.
We shouldn't think about the rest.
The way your face lit up in pale grief you were a ghost.
You liked to play with darkness, all the universe could give.
I was the home you once tried to escape, the dark in which you lived.
And soon they'd find you laying there on several different homes.
They'd find you laying on their porches, You were beautiful then, ooh ooh ooh... I remember everything.
Did you need to use the phone?
And lure you into their rooms,
That was the last I heard of June.
That was love I could not allow.
You're just a coke jaw now.
I remember everything. You were beautiful then.
I remember everything, Oh...
I'm still in too deep.
ooh ooh ooh...
(Junebug - Robert Francis)