A.N: Sup guys! This is my first story, hope you enjoy it. Sorry for any mistakes, my beta is on vacation, but she'll back for chapter two. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 1
I was hanging out at my room, listening to music. I was getting ready to watch football with Quil. I know, I know that sounds weird. But I'm the type of girl who loves pink and skirts and high heels and glittery eye shadow and lip gloss. But, I'm also the type of girl that can put on some old sweats and some worn in converse, and watch football with Quil.
I've been watching foot ball with Quil sense I was four, I'm fifteen now. "That's what you get when you let your heart win." I started singing with the music as I tied my shoe lace. "Claire! Quil's here!" yelled mom from down stairs. "Coming!"I yelled back. We moved to La Push when I was eleven. I remember that day. I've never seen Quil so happy. I laughed at te memory.
I ran down stairs and hugged Quil. "Hey Quil." I said tightening my embrace. "Hey Claire-bear." he said hugging me back. He's called me Quil sense as long as I can remember. Maybe even before that. "Ready to watch some football?" he asked as I let go. "You know it." I said as I took his wrist and tried to pull him to the living room. He walked with me as if I pulled him, but I know I didn't.
We sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. We were in foot ball mode now. The house could collapse and wouldn't notice. Mom brought in some popcorn and put it on the coffee table. Without moving my eyes from the T.V I took the bowl from the coffee table and put the bowl on my lap. I took a fistful of popcorn and shoved it in my mouth. Quil did the same. "Touchdown!" Quil and I yelled at the same time. We shot up from our seat-the bowl falling on the floor- and gave each other high fives.
"Go Jets!" I yelled. I know what your thinking. The Jets are from New York, but there our favorite team. I don't know why. We just love 'em. "Games over." I said sitting back down. "Yeah." said Quil just as bummed.
We looked at the floor. We saw all the popcorn on the floor. I sighed. "I'll get the vacuum." Quil laughed. "I'll help you out." I got the vacuum and Quil got the broom. We started cleaning up. As I vacuumed I tripped over the cable and fell. Quil started laughing. "You are such a klutz." He said while laughing. I'll admit that I've had more than my fare share of trips and falls, but I don't like it when people laugh. "Hey" I said, all offended, and then I picked up some popcorn from the floor and threw it at him.
He got all serious. He got down on his knees. "You know what this means, don't you?" he said. "No, what?" I said, giggling. "War!" he said tossing me a bunch of popcorn. After that we started tossing popcorn and laughing like never before. Not like we throw popcorn around everyday. We started laughing so hard I collapsed on the floor. He collapsed on the couch. "You have bad aim Claire." He said while laughing. "No I don't."
"You hit me in the eye!"
"That's what I was aiming for."
We stopped laughing and looked around. We made a bigger mess than before. "I guess we should finish cleaning." I said, sitting up and getting popcorn out of my hair. "Yeah, let's go." We started cleaning up. In about twenty minutes, we were done. "Staying for dinner Quil?" I said, putting the vacuum and broom away. "Sure." he stays for dinner practically every night. I don't know why I ask. "Cool."
*After dinner*
"That was good." said Quil, opening the door to leave. "I know."I said little bummed. We walked out to the front porch, and instead of heading to his car he sat down on the swing seat we have. He patted the empty space next to him. I sat down next to him. "Why so bummed?" he asked concerned. "Nothing, it's just summers over. That's always sad." I hugged myself. It was getting cold. That La Push for ya.
He put his arms around me, his very warm arms. "It's your first year of high school, aren't you exited?" I sighed. "I guess." I laid my head on his chest. Why am I so sleepy all of a sudden. "Would it make you feel better, if I said that I would drive you to school tomorrow." I wanted to scream with happiness, but instead I said, "That would make me feel a lot better." He released me and got up. "Good, pick you up tomorrow."
"Okay, goodnight Quil."
"Goodnight Claire."
Then he walked away into his car and drove off. I walked inside 'cuz if not I would freeze to death.
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A.N: Hey hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are appreciated. Till the next chapter, bye!!!!!!