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"Happy Birthday Claire!"

Nine giants and three girls were crowded into my tiny bedroom. I screamed and tried to throw the sheets over my head, only to be rudely interrupted by Quil.

"Morning sunshine!" He chirped. He just laughed as I attempted to glower at him and pushed my way through the crowd.

"Thanks…you guys…" I grumbled.

My second-best friend Katy followed me to the bathroom.

"Oh, Claire, stop being so moody. They're just trying to be nice."

"Then they shouldn't wake me up before nine during the summer."

I closed the bathroom door and looked at the girl in the mirror. Fifteen. I'd been on this earth for fifteen years without a boyfriend. That bothered me greatly. I knew it was mostly because of my uncle and overprotective friends. None of them thought I was ready to deal with boys yet. It just wasn't fair! Katy was just two months older than me when she started going out with Seth!

"That was three years ago, Claire," Uncle Sam said when I brought that fact up a few weeks ago. "Things have changed."

"They have not."

"Claire, you're just—"

"Too young. Don't even say it."

"Yes, you are. You're just too young to understand."

I huffed away and complained to Quil. He, on the other hand, couldn't wait for me to grow up.

"I'll talk to him. No guarantees about that boyfriend stuff, though. Maybe you should wait until your birthday…"

Birthday. That brought me to today. Quil had said he would tell me today. Tell me what, I wasn't quite sure. I had spent weeks contemplating what secret he could possibly tell me. I wanted it to be somewhere along the lines of 'Claire, ever since I first set eyes on you, I've been madly in love with you. Will you marry me?' It was pathetic, the fact that I was in love with my best friend. Like he would even give me a second glance.

Whatever it was, I had a feeling it was going to be big. Ever since I moved in with Aunt Emily and Uncle Sam, I felt like I was missing an inside joke or something. Maybe it had to do with why the Quileute guys were so…them. For instance, why were those men so huge? Why, whenever they were near, could a room heat up in the dead of winter? And did there always have to be so many of them? The girls at my school always joke about how guys travel in packs, but Quil and his friends really did seem like a bunch of dogs. I laughed as I thought about the group running through La Push with floppy ears and tails.

"What's so funny in there?" Katy knocked on the bathroom door. "Really, Claire, increase in irritability, mood swings…"

"Stop with the PMSing jokes, Katy," I barked as I swung open the door.

She laughed as I stuck my tongue out.

"Very mature."

She grabbed my hand and we skipped down the hall to get breakfast.

So. It's pretty short, but I promise the chapters will get somewhat longer. Suggestions, comments, constructive criticism? Just click the little button and type stuff.