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TEN YEARS OLD…FIRST CRUSH...
All I could hear through my endless sobs where Quil's fists pounding mercilessly on my bedroom door. Quil, my best friend in the entire world, totally freaked out when I ran through the living room, slamming the front door today after school. I flung my backpack on the floor and ran to my room. He immediately jumped up from his seat on the couch, where he had been watching t.v. and eating a bag of chips and followed me to my room, where I shut and locked my door. Who was I kidding, there was no possible way that Marc Hallows could like me. I had gone to school this morning with expectations that had my confidence flowing, yet all that I had accomplished today was completely, and totally humiliating myself. Mark Hallows ignored me. Well, except for when he tripped me on the bus, causing me to spill my juice all over me, which, in return, caused he and his friends to all stop and laugh. And laugh. And laugh.
"Claire," Quil tried again, he sounded more and more in pain with each attempt, "Claire, please! Just let me in, you don't have to explain to me if you don't…" I cut him off by opening my door, obviously catching him by surprise. And, to my horror, I sniffled very loudly.
He pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, picking me up, and cradling me to his chest. I never felt our bodies move until he sat us down on my bed; but he never let go off me…he never has.
"Qu…il", I hiccupped.
"Shhhhh…it's okay, Claire-bear, it's okay." He hummed into my ear, wiping my tears away carefully.
"No, it's-hiccup-not" and then the tears came again, like a torrent.
"He hates me"
"Who hates you? Claire, it's impossible to hate you!"
"Apparently not!" I wailed, sitting up in his lap to face him.
"Who?" he pressed, as if needing proof to believe it.
I looked down at my hands. "Marc Hallows" I whispered. He stiffened below me.
"A guy?" he asked densely. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.
"Ever heard of any girls named Marc before?" And then quietness.
"Sooo…did you, like, I dunno…like this 'Marc' dude?" he asked timidly.
"Uh, kinda. But, not anymore. He's a jerk-face." Quil laughed at my analogy of him now.
"Well, he obviously didn't deserve you."
"Not according to him." I mumbled. He put a finger beneth my chin a forced me to look at him.
"Claire, listen. Don't let one boy ruin your day. He's obviously not worth it. You are a very special girl, Claire, and one day you are going to find someone very special that will be perfect for you and you for him. And, wanna know a little secret?" He waited for me to nod. "He won't turn you down."
"Promise?" I asked a little unsure. He just smiled at my change of heart.
"Cross my heart." He ran two russet fingers in an 'x' across his chest. I smiled back and gave him a hug.
"Now, how about some Chocolate-brownie ice cream?"
"Now you're talking!" And, with that, we ran at high speed to the kitchen, all previous heart-break suddenly gone.
