Then came the lady things

My body came into contact with a hard surface. I groaned and heaved myself up.

That was the third time I had fallen out of bed. Maybe I should ask Aunt Em and Uncle Sam to get me a bigger one. After all, my recurring dreams about the sexy crush were getting so bad, that I was flinging myself of the bed. That must be bad.

I dragged my feet, unwillingly to the mirror. I had to see the damage. My chest killed, although I didn't remember myself hurting it. I rubbed my eyes and lazily gaped into the mirror.

What the hell?! I thought.

Jesus did I look rough today. It looked like I had been dragged threw a hedge backwards. I ran my fingers threw my so called hair. It was knotted and piled high on my head. I averted my eyes lower, to my chest. I put my hands on my waist and turned one way then the other way. I didn't have a bad bum, actually it was quite nice. I had a decent hourglass shape. My breasts were large. I was a quick developer, I just didn't show them off. I always wore big jumpers. I mean I quite basically live with a load of male's and I think too much cleavage is inappropriate when you are constantly with the men you have known since you was toddling in nappies. Or potty training. I winced at the thought.

I didn't want to impress any of them. Well maybe just one. Quil Ateara. My best friend. Yeah it sounds bad I know. Not many people fancy their best friends. It was more then a stupid crush. I am sixteen. People my age don't get crushes do they?

There was a quiet, polite knock on the door. I stood back from the mirror and shoved on a large jumper over my revealing top. I sat on the edge of the bed to look natural.

"Come in." I called, looking at my nails.

The door opened slightly. It was Uncle Sam.

"I have my eyes closed." He admitted.

"I'm not naked. What's up?" I crossed my legs.

He walked in hesitantly. He stood there awkwardly and scratched his head.

"Um… What was I gonna say?" He tapped his foot, and then clicked his fingers. "Oh yeah. We're going to First Beach later." I nodded. "Do you wanna come?"

"Sure." Then I bit my lip.

"What's up?" Sam walked over and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Can you ask Emily if a can borrow a swimming suit?" I asked, fiddling with the quilt of my bed.

Just then Emily came in. She smiled warmly and threw some fabric at me.

"Put them underneath your clothes. Its cold out there." She warned.

I hugged her. "You're a life saver."

"I know." She laughed. "Breakfast is ready."

She grabbed Sam by the wrist and pulled him out the room, so I could get ready in peace.

I threw off my clothes, and grabbed the swimming suit. I put on the thing. Oh no. Not a bikini. I stood in front of the mirror.

Okay so it wasn't so bad. Maybe I wont have to go in the water. Yeah. Like they would let me get away with that one. "Claire come in the water." "Sorry I cant, because I look like a actual women in my aunts bikini, and I don't wanna freak you all out."

Oh well. I was gonna mature sometime. Their not like that with Nessie, Kim, Rachel and Emily. Just me. Little Claire. Baby Claire Bear.

Well I'm not so little anymore. The time was gonna come when the lady things appeared. I'm tired of hiding myself from them. I'm not a baby. In fact I refuse to be.

I put my favourite sweats on and my big jumper. I was going have to get some new clothes. I combed my curly hair down. I gave myself a once over.

I looked usual. Like a child. I sighed. This was gonna take some time.

I shrugged my shoulders, shoving a beach towel and flip flops in my bag.

No more baby Claire. I vowed.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and trudged downstairs.

Emily was singing around the kitchen, fixing breakfast for the always ravenous werewolves. Sam was reading the paper at the unusually large table.

"Good morning sunshine." Emily sung, as I slouched in the chair.

She placed a plate of pancakes in front of me. It was bigger then my head.

"Emily, mines the smaller portion." I sighed.

"Oh yes." She laughed. She took my plate away and placed a smaller one in front of me. I wasn't fussy. I just couldn't eat that much food.

I picked at it.

Sam cleared his throat. "Why don't you invite Hannah?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

He nodded, wisely. I took my phone out and text her.

Uncle Sam sed u can cum 2 the beach with me and the boys. Wanna cum?

- Claire

That sounded grown up. My uncle Sam said. Oh well, it was only Hannah. She would throw herself at any chance to hang with the boys. Almost immediately my phone buzzed.

U kiddin? OMG! Not like u have 2 ask. What u wearin?

- Hannah

Typical. I rolled my eyes and typed back.

Like the worse bikini ever! Im soooo embarrassed.

- Claire

I could imagine her snorting at that one. Always laughing at me not with me.

It cant b tht bad lol. Whats up with it?

- Hannah

I looked at Uncle Sam, who was occupying himself with Emily. I quickly looked down, embarrassed. I wish they wouldn't do that while I was around. It was disturbing and intermit. Okay, so I was just a bit jealous. No one should be that happy, even if they really deserved it. Usually it wouldn't last like this. It never did. Well expect for the boys and their girlfriends. Well wives.

The door burst open, and Hannah stumbled in. Her long black hair was wind swept and she looked flushed. She beamed at me. I pushed my pancakes away from me and grabbed her by the wrist.

"Hey Emily. Hey Sam." Hannah waved. "I'll be right back."

I heaved her up the stairs. Shoving her in my room, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it.

"Right. Show me this bikini then. I bet your just being a big baby." She sat on the bed and crossed her arms.

I hesitated, and looked at her.

She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Look I didn't come over here extra early to stand and see you embarrass yourself in front super hot boys." She stood up and put her hand on my shoulder. "I'm cruel, but I'm not that cruel. I'm your best friend. Trust me."

I nodded and undressed to show the bikini.

"I think its too revealing." I admitted, pulling and the fabric that was covering my breasts.

"It's perfect." She smiled. "You look like a women Claire. You should dress like that more."

"You think?" I bit my lip.

"I bet Quil will like it." She winked.

I blushed and looked down to my sneakers. "He thinks I'm a child. This will be quite the opposite. He will hate it" I shoved my clothes back on. "Am I being stupid?"

"Yep." She nodded. "Super stupid."

"Hey!" I nudged her playfully.

We walked back down stairs. I almost immediately heard the loud booming voices, I was so attuned to it now; I could hear it a mile away. I walked into the over crowded kitchen.

"Claire!" Everyone sung.

I smiled and pushed Hannah forward. "This is Hannah." I introduced.

Hannah had never met the whole pack before. She had only met Uncle Sam and Quil. She knew they were beautiful. I mean I had told her enough times. Well bragged to be honest.

Everyone smirked at her, and she blushed. The boys all went back to their breakfasts, expect one. Embry. He still stood staring at Hannah, with a particular emotions. First it was want, then it was love, then lust and shock. Hannah looked at me with questioning eyes. I shrugged. I had never seen those kind of emotions on Embry's face before. It looked quite unusual to be honest.

Quil bounced over gracefully towards me. He grabbed me in a bear hug.

"Quil… Cant. Breathe." I gasped.

He placed me back on the floor, and smiled apologetically. "Sorry kid." He ruffled my hair, like I was a six year old.

"Quil." I complained, combing my hair down with my fingers. "I hate it when you mess up my hair."

"You used to like it." He pouted.

"I'm not a kid anymore." I muttered.

"What?" He laughed. "You'll always be my little Claire Bear."

"Maybe that's the problem." I grabbed the car keys. "I'll drive." I declared.

I grabbed Hannah and stomped my way out the kitchen, grabbing my beach bag on the way. I unlocked the door and threw my stuff in the trunk. I slammed the truck with maybe a little more force then needed, and got into the drivers side.

"See what I mean." I placed my head on the steering wheel.

Hannah nodded, and placed her hand on my shoulder. "You need to prove your not a child."

"How?"

"We need a plan. A good one at that."

Suddenly, the back doors of my second hand ford opened, and three large men climbed in. Embry, Jacob and Quil.

"Cant you walk?" I groaned.

"Oi kid. Respect your elders." Jacob sneered.

"I'm not a kid." I grumbled. "Your deflating my tires with your fat heads."

"Just get going." Jacob laughed.

I started the engine and pulled off the gravel. The beach was maybe two miles away from Emily and Sam's house. The three chatted about sports at the back. Talking loudly and arguing. I turned the radio on, tuning it to my favourite radio station. I turned it up.

Me and Hannah sang along to the radio loudly. We did it to block the horrible loudness of arguing.

Finally, we pulled up at the beach. I got out the car and slammed the door behind me. Quil took out my back to carry it. I rolled my eyes and took it off him.

"I'm not a baby. I can carry my own bags." I hung the bag over my shoulder, and me and Hannah walked in front.

We found a spot by the rocks, that guarded us from the wind. The others finally arrived, laughing. I rolled my eyes and picked up a magazine.

"Claire Bear." Quil called.

My head shot up automatically. I looked at him and scowled. "I'm not Claire Bear. I'm Claire… just Claire."

"Okay just Claire." He joked. "You coming in the water?"

I peeked at Hannah, who gave me a discreet thumbs up.

"Alright. If Hannah comes to." I smiled at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine."

I stood up and took off my large jumper and my sweat pants. I put them in my bag and looked up to Quil. I smiled when I saw his jaw drop.

"Okay. Now I'm ready." I ran over to him, and grabbed his hand. He still stood there. I yanked his hand again. "Fine." I ran into the water, with Hannah. We splashed each other. The water was cold, but it was nothing not to be expected. Means as the area was always covered in clouds and rain. I liked it this way.

"Claire come out now. You'll get sick." Quil warned.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I went deeper in the water. Then I felt warm hands around my waist.

"Didn't you hear me?" Quil asked, moving me to the sand.

"Yes." I tried resisting against his pull.

He gave me a questioning look.

"I don't have to do what you say anymore. Like I keep saying. I'm. Not. A. Child." I said each word slowly.

"Yes you are though." He argued.

I glared at him and stomped off to the shore. I shoved on my jumper and sat down.

"Claire?" Quil shook my shoulder.

I flinched at his touch. "Don't touch me." I frowned at the sand.

"Why are you-"

"Being like this?" I finished his sentence. "Because you wont get it into your thick head that I'm not a toddler anymore. I go to the toilet on my own. I sleep with out a teddy. I drive." I looked down at myself, searching for something else to point out. "I have breasts for god sake."

He gulped. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"You just don't get it do you?" I stood up. "I don't wanna be treated like a kid anymore. I'm sixteen, not three." I looked over to Hannah, to find her playing tongue tennis with Embry. "I wanna be doing that." I pointed them out. "Not playing barbies."

Quil looked over to Embry and Hannah then shook his head. "Your not ready for that." He declared. "I wont let you."

"Since when were you the boss of me?" I asked, outraged.

"I… err. I didn't mean it like that." He spluttered.

I shook my head. "You know what Quil? I'm done."

I picked up my bag and shoved on my shoes. I saw everyone's shocked faces, and I realized that I had ruined the whole outing.

"I'm so sorry. I have to go now." I kissed Emily on the cheek. "Truly I am." I walked backwards, throwing apologetic smiles at the people who sat on the sand. The people who had just witnessed my first ever confrontation with Quil since be refused to get me some liquorice sticks when I was four years old.

I shook my head again and speed walked towards my car. The tears fell, before I could stop them. Hannah came put her arm around me.

"It's not as bad as it seems." She sighed, wiping a tear that trickled down my cheek.

"It's exactly how bad as it seems." I sniffed. "This is terrible."

"He loves you."

"Like a little sister. He wont ever like me like Embry likes you." I looked up at the clouds. "Why did I ever think that there was a chance that we… Ugh." I threw my hands in the air. "I'm stupid."

Hannah shook her head. "I don't think your stupid." She smiled wickedly at me. "I have an idea."

"What?"

"Lets go to a house party." She clapped her hands together.

"What? Really?" I asked, suddenly getting excited.

"We will have to go shopping first. We could get your new clothes… Maybe a whole new closet full." She nodded. "Lets do that."

I hugged her. "Thank you." I peaked behind her shoulder to find Embry following and not far behind him was Quil. "Are you sure you don't wanna spend the day with Embry?" I whispered.

She laughed loudly. "He's not my best friend is he?"

"I don't know. The way you was eating his face; he looked like he was your favourite person ever." I giggled at her expression.

"Your just jealous." She bit back.

I bit my lip.

She was right. I was the most green person here. I have been crushing on Quil since I was thirteen, and she only met Embry today. She was kissing him passionately, while I was proving myself not to be that young girl.

"I suck." I muttered.

A/N: Hey people. Another creation from me… hope you like it. Review so I can keep writing. Thanks.