So at this moment in time I am addicted to Claire/Quil stories and thought what the hell I might as well right one of my own. I know I have lots of unfinished stories and lots of schoolwork but I just really want to share this story with you guys. Let me know what you think…
When I was five I dreamed that my first kiss would be with the Prince from Cinderella. He would have galloped up to me on his black stallion and then swept me off my feet, literally. It would have been magical and perfect; a moment that would determine the rest of my life.
However, Paul being Paul told me fairytales were 'bullshit and if you believe that crap you'll never get anywhere in life.' Quil had broken his arm in three places. It was probably Paul's fault that I turned out to be the band tee wearing, sarcastic, foul mouthed person I am today. But that's a story for another day.
When I was eleven there was a gap toothed English boy in my grade that shared his cookies with me one break time and I was convinced he was going to marry me. I had drawn up the whole wedding in my head- the big white dress and the white chocolate fountain. Quil really hates English accents, but I could never work out why. Anyway Jeremy (the English boy) was about to kiss my one day when my Aunty Em found us behind the rocks on the beach. It was the closest I had ever come to kissing anyone, back then it had seemed so cruel to be denied something so blissfully perfect. And then to top it all off he just had to go and kiss someone else. He left a couple of weeks after the 'incident' as Embry calls it. I was glad.
When I was thirteen I suddenly developed this god like obsession with Seth. Quil really did not like that. I don't know why I chose Seth. Maybe because he was the only one who took me seriously and didn't leave me out when they played baseball like the other guys did. Anyway that obsession only lasted three months before I realised Quil would give me the silent treatment every time I mentioned Seth's name and Seth would run anyway whenever he saw me coming.
Seth is the only one of my fascinations I still talk to, he teases me for it and I hit him. Alls fair in love and war I guess. His rejection crushed a tiny piece of my heart but of course I would never let him know that. Quil helped though with tubs and tubs of ice cream and his not so funny jokes. We grew closer in the aftermath of the Seth obsession- it was round about then he became more of a best friend than a guardian or a brother; I found myself telling him secrets I thought I would never unveil to anyone.
When I was fifteen I developed this obsession with Alex Gaskarth from All time Low. A man who wore skinnies and converse earned a well earned place in my heart. And he could play guitar. And he could sing. When Quil pointed out the age difference between us I didn't talk to him for a whole two hours; that was a lifetime in Quil and I's world.
And somewhere between then and turning seventeen I let go of Alex Gaskarth and instead turned to anyone with a pulse. Which was why when the unobtainable, airhead jock who slept around James fucking Dunkin made his way over to me, I let him kiss me. I do not know what the hell I was thinking.
I had always imagined my first kiss to be soft and gentle, something that would linger in my mind for decades as perfect. Instead, it tasted like fish. An overwhelming taste of fish that engulfed my entire being. It stunk. I had always hated fish after Colin and Brady forced me to eat squid for a dare. Quil had laughed.
Fighting the urge to vomit I ignored James as he put his hands in my hair and pulled me closer. Ew, god only knows where those hands had been. Reaching up I tried to pull his hands from my hair but he mistook it for passion and pulled me closer. In the back of my mind I wondered why the hell girls liked him? But then I realised I was the one kissing him. Glancing at the clock over his extremely large head I saw I only had half an hour to curfew. Thank God.
Then James moaned. Actually moaned, and pushed himself even closer to me if that was possible. I almost had a fit when he pushed his tongue inside of my mouth. Gross, it was all wet. Putting my hands on his chest I tried to push him backwards. Urgh. Swapping saliva was so not as romantic as people portrayed it to be- my mouth is my personal space, I don't want some jock's tongue inside of it!
I was really tempted to break his fingers; it was easy, I had practiced on Quil and Embry hundreds of times. But then I remembered they could heal in a matter of moments, where as fish boy couldn't. I gagged. Instead of breaking his fingers I jolted my leg up as hard as I could and smirked with satisfaction as he stumbled back cursing. Score. Quil had always told me to play dirty if I could see no other option.
Grabbing some water from the table I tried to rinse the taste of him from my mouth while bystanders watched on with amusement. James was doubled over in pain.
"See you all later," I smiled digging my hands deep in my jeans pocket and heading for the door.
"You bitch," James snarled. Turning around I flipped him off before continuing on my road to the door severely disappointed with my first kissing experience. Passing the dining room I peered in to see Jenna dancing on the table, guess she didn't need a ride home.
An unfamiliar warmth greeted me as I walked outside. Inhaling the fresh air I ignored the smokers dotted around the front garden and walked towards the familiar beaten truck idling at the kerb. Quil was waiting. Naturally.
I didn't expect him to get out and open the door for me, I had told him when I was about eight that it was embarrassing. He hadn't done it since, although sometimes I wished he would. As always my big fat mouth got the better of me.
Sliding into the truck I smiled widely and could not help but survey my best friend. His muscles were clenched as he gripped the steering wheel with his insanely big hands and he was frowning as if deep in thought. I had gotten used to his strange need to run around without a shirt on but could not stop my eyes from flickering down to his flat stomach and the V shape that disappeared into his shorts. His cropped hair made him look tougher than he really was and his brown eyes complimented his russet coloured skin perfectly. He was every girls dream; not that I would ever tell him that.
"Claire," he murmured turning to grin at me as I slammed the truck door closed, but then he stiffened.
Shit.
I hadn't even thought about the smell of fish boy on my clothes or in my hair. Uh-oh. Quil trembled slightly. Only slightly; but it was enough for me to know that he was angry, although I knew he would never phase with me so nearby.
"Did someone touch you?" he growled lowly still shaking. Sighing loudly for his benefit I shuffled around on the seat and put my feet up on the dashboard.
"Just drive Quil," I muttered rolling my eyes. He could be oh so melodramatic at times. Instead of turning the key he turned to face me, his face hard. I was terrified for fish boy's immediate future; if Quil and the guys got their hands on him it would not end well. They took over protective to whole new insanely terrifying level. No wonder guys didn't want to date me.
"Answer me Claire," his voice had taken on a menacing edge but I could hear the softness in it, the worry. As always he was putting me before him. Damn imprint; it was going to be the death of him, one day he would jump in front of a bus for me or something stupid. My heart clenched.
"Just drive Quil," I picked at a loose thread on my jeans, "and then I'll tell you."
He was silent- which meant he was pissed off- as he turned the key in the ignition. Rummaging around in my compartment of the truck I grabbed an elastic and pulled my hair up away from my face, all the while I could feel Quil's eyes on me. I waited until we were safely a couple of blocks away before turning to face him.
"I swear if anyone has laid a finger on you I'll break every bone in their body and then chop those bones up into-"
"Quil," I snapped silencing him, "I kissed him, okay? I kissed him."
The truck rolled to a halt at the side of a road as I held my breath waiting for him to explode. Instead, he just looked disappointed in me which seemed to cut even deeper than anger. I felt strangely dirty and ashamed, suddenly I didn't want Quil to know anymore. I hated disappointing him more than anything else in the world. It royally sucked, and I had screwed up again.
"I didn't know you liked someone," he muttered scratching at the back of his neck. Quil and I had told each other everything since I could talk. Well, mostly everything. Sometimes I had this nagging feeling that Quil still hid stuff from me.
"I don't," I murmured my face flushing red. I was just glad we were having the conversation in his truck instead of in Sam and Emily's living room where anyone could eavesdrop. My extended family were way too nosey for their own good, one day they were going to hear something they did just not want to hear.
"Then why?" He looked confused and to be honest I couldn't really blame him. My whole life if anything girly came up. Any emotional crap or any talk of my time of the month, all the guys would vacate the room immediately which was why I had known that Quil would never understand my desperate want to be kissed. Also he would never understand that I wanted my first kiss to be with him. But that didn't matter. We were best friends, nothing more, he was free to whatever the hell he wanted with whoever the hell he wanted. I wasn't letting some crappy ancient magic dictate his feelings. Either he fell in love with me while he thought I still had plainly platonic feelings and still wanted to be 'just' friends or else I could never bring myself to destroy his life however tempting it sounded at times.
"I just wanted to kiss someone," I shrugged not shying away from his intense stare, "is that so wrong?"
"Well," he coughed gruffly still scratching the back of his neck, "was it….nice?"
I muffled my laughter with my hand as my face blushed an even brighter red. 'Nice' was definitely not the word I would have used.
"N-no," I hiccupped with laughter, "it was absolutely fucking awful."
"Did he force himself upon you?" Quil returned to his serious self as he watched my hysterical laughter with wary eyes.
"No," I scrunched up my nose, "he tasted like fish! And I don't know about you but I do not like the thought of fishy saliva mixing with mine."
"Fish?" Quil repeated smirking a little, he looked almost pleased that I hadn't enjoyed it.
"Yes!" I threw my hands up in the air doubling over as Quil joined in the laughter, "I swear if every kiss is like that I will never, ever kiss anyone again."
Quil was suddenly silent.
"Not every kiss is like that," he murmured tilting my head up to look at him. My heart jumped unexpectedly in my chest. Damn hormones.
"And how would you know?" I stuck my tongue out at him trying to ignore the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips and the shining brown of his eyes.
"Because.." he leant forward, "I'm a great kisser."
I broke into another round of laughter before pushing him away. Quil turned the key in the ignition and stuck his own tongue out at me. Leaning over he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear before pushing down on the accelerator.
"Ice cream?" he grinned. Of course, always thinking about his stomach. I glanced at the clock and frowned.
"Curfew in ten minutes," I reminded him grabbing his free hand to keep warm. It was the one advantage to being surrounded by overly friendly wolfs, I was never cold. Rubbing circles on the back of my hand, he smiled down at me.
"Sam and Emily are away out with Kim, Jared, Paul and Rachel remember. Brady and Colin are looking after the kids," he winked at me, "I wont tell if you don't."
"Go on then," I smiled, "you know I cannot pass up on chocolate orange ice cream. But you're paying."
"Naturally," he rolled his eyes.
So on the night of my very first kiss I wasn't riding off into the sunset on a beautiful black stallion or curled up with someone on a sofa watching a movie, instead I was with my favourite person in the world going to my favourite ice cream shop to get my favourite ice cream. Squeezing Quil's hand I urged him to drive faster, still ignoring the irregular thumping of my heart.
Thoughts?