Hey Ya'll. This is my first Fan Fic, and its gonna get really good and funny/ romantical but I have to start somewhere! The first chapter can't really be humorous, but next chapter will. I have it all played out in my head, but feel free to comment However you want.

BTW: This is a love/ comedy story about Quil and Claire when they get older. Give it a chance, because I was voted "Most likely to aspire to be a writer" in school. This WILL get good.

Woah. That's all I could think today during school. My mind, cluttered with thoughts, many which I shouldn't even be having, racked my brain like a library shelf. I couldn't think.

It was Claire. Today, Claire chose to wear a very inappropriate skirt. All the guys at school were looking at her. MY Claire. It was torture.

Her long slim legs were creamy and soft, and her face was softer. Her hair was cut into an emo-preppy look, reminding me of Paramore's lead singer. It made her look even more attractive than before.

"Hey dweeb." She teased as he got in my car. "Whats on the agenda for today?"

"Well, first you gotta do your homework. Then, I figured we could go have a campout like when you were little, up in that mountain place I use to take you too."

When Claire was younger, I would take her to Bear Rocks, a campground that nobody ever went to. It was pretty quiet.

"Oh my god yay! I have no homework this weekend so we can go now! Do you want me to get my stuff?" she asked.

"No, no I packed it for you. Were all set to go. Do you wanna leave now?"

"Yeah, let's hurry. I can't wait!"

The car ride was very long, especially since Claire decided to sit in the back to have more time to get a jump start on Tuesday's reading assignment. I focused on the road, even though her vanilla perfume kept making me want to look back…

Reading took the whole car ride, which made me angry considering I really wanted an excuse to look at her. Her mother was too strict with dating rules, and dating was the one thing I really wanted to jump forward to. I always thought Claire wanted me too, in a more then friendly way. Sometimes I would catch her staring at me, which was flattering but weird at the same time. Technically, I was 22 and Claire was 15. I went about daily life as a 17 year old, and I guess that was a pretty normal age range. But no… Claire's mom was too strict.

I pulled the car into a deserted parking lot, which looked like it hadn't been touched in years. The Bear Rocks campground was basically a self- serve kinda place. There were no rangers, no admission fee, and only one communal toilet. A good place to be alone, or with that special someone…

"Can I get out of the car now?" she asked, annoyed. "You've been daydreaming for 15 minutes now."

"Oh, sorry. Help me set up the tents."

We walked towards the campground, which was eye-sight distance from the car. I put up my manly tent, while Claire got her old Barbie tent. No way would I sleep in there. Once everything was set up, I locked the car, for fear bears would get into my stash of X-tra Cheddar Flavor Blasted Goldfish for later. They were Claire's favorite snack. She liked them better than smores.

"Hey dweeb, let's go get some firewood. I'm starving, and the sooner you cook, the sooner I won't be hungry."

"I like your logic" I explained. "Very easy to understand."

"Yeah, good for a retard like yourself."

She playfully punched me in the arm. I pulled her into a huge hug and kissed her head, which according to Claire's mom, was allowable.

"C'mon. Let's get this done before I die." She said.

And so we walked off into the woods.