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It was a Saturday night in late August, the last Saturday before my senior year. School started bright and early Monday morning, and what was I doing the last Saturday of summer? I was going to a bonfire on the beach with probably the 10 biggest guys in all of Washington. My friend Evelyn wanted to kill me for ditching her, but then again, when did she ever not?

"Claire. This is getting old. I understand you love your family, and you know, whoo hoo for you, but it's the LAST Saturday of the summer before our senior year. You should be- no wait, WE should be out getting trashed and hit on by the new kids right now. COME ON!"

I held the phone away from my ear until she was done yelling, and had finally settled into a low hum of complaint.

"Ev, I'm sorry! I know I promised but what do you want me to say? I've been going to these bonfires every last Saturday of the month since I was 12. I can't just skip out!" I argued

She was silent on the other end.

"Ev? Please Evelyn? You know you'll have so much more fun without me. At least this time you won't get yelled at by my uncle for getting me drunk."

Still nothing, so I pulled out the secret weapon.

"We can go shopping tomorrow! You can pick out whatever you want, and I swear I'll wear it on Monday. AND, I'll even buy you lunch."

After another silence, she finally agreed. "Fine fine, you wore me down. As long as we're not accompanied by Quil, you are mine tomorrow. Deal?"

I smiled, and mouthed "Score" to Quil on the couch.

"Deal. Thank you! Have fun tonight. And please, please, PLEASE do not hook up with Jeremy again," I begged.

"Now that's just unfair. The poor kid's smitten with me, I have to throw him a bone every once in a while so he doesn't go crazy," she said.

I rolled my eyes and said goodbye, hanging up the phone. Quil looked up at me from the TV, and gave me a thumbs up.

"Good job. I'm surprised she agreed. What is this, the tenth time you've bailed on her?" he asked.

I gave him a pointed look as I sat down in front of my dresser to get ready. "Shut up. I can't help it. And besides, the only reason she agreed is because you, mister, are not allowed to come."

His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped a little. "What do you mean, I'm not allowed to come?"

I stopped combing my hair and turned around to face him. "It's fairly simple Q. I'm going shopping with Evelyn tomorrow, and you can sit at home and find something else to do besides bug me." I got up and put my jacket on, followed by some flip flops and walked out the door. By the time I got to his car in the driveway, he had gotten up and followed me.

"I'm driving," he said roughly as he neared the car.

"Nu-uh, it's my turn," I said, running to the driver's door. He stopped walking and took a deep breath.

"Claire. Emily called from the beach. She wants us to pick up soda from the market," he said.

I saw what he was trying to do. "That's great Quil. I can drive to the market. 17, remember?"

He walked over to where I was, and held the keys up too far above his head for me to reach.

"I've got the keys, kiddo. What now?" he smirked. I frowned. I would never be able to get the keys out of his hand.

"Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Say that I don't bug you. Say you love having me around. Say Quil is the king of the world and the sexiest man alive!" he laughed evilly.

We had reached a stalemate. We both knew I would never accept that challenge, and he would never give me the keys unless I did. We were equally stubborn, and nobody would win. I had lost, or so he thought. I inched closer and closer to him, until we were barely an inch apart. He looked a little panicked, but he had no idea what I was doing until his back hit the car door.

"Quil," I said, my voice low and my lips pouty. "Quil please? You know the only time I get to drive is with you. Please? For me?"

His eyes widened as I got closer and closer, unaware of the effect I was having on him. His breathing changed, and I saw his chest rise and fall faster and faster.

"Uhh, yeah- what, just- heretakethem," he stuttered, slinked out from between me and the car and threw the keys to me as he walked towards the other side of the car. I grinned, knowing I was the only one who was allowed to drive his car besides him. I unlocked the door, jumped in, and was about to stick the keys in the ignition when I realized Quil still wasn't in the car. I turned around, and he was simply leaning his head against the back of the car, his face pointed up at the sky. I honked loudly, and he jumped, rolled his eyes, and got in the car silently.

He didn't say anything the whole ride over to the market. It was unusual for him to be so quiet, and not make me apologize for using the puppy dog eyes on him. I turned into the parking lot, and stopped in front of the entrance.

"I'll go in, just wait out here," he said. He opened the door, but before he could get out, I grabbed his arm.

"Quil, wait."

He looked down at my arm, then up at me. I smiled, and said "You don't bug me. I love having you around. You are the king of the world and the sexiest man alive."

He grinned his special grin, the one only I got, and kissed my forehead before getting out of the car.

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