"Wakie wakie Claire-bear!" Howled a loud and familiar voice that woke me from my slumber.
"Go away Quil" I screamed back whilst pulling the covers over my head.
Unfortunately he was quicker than me and ripped them completely off me and replied in his 'I'm-so-going-to -win-this-argument-voice'. "Not a chance! Now c'mon this kind of weather is a rare occasion for LaPush and I'm not going to let you waste it in bed"
I mumbled a reply about not wanting to move thinking Quil wouldn't have been able to hear it. I was completely forgetting that he had remarkable hearing and heard what I was saying loud and clear. His reply was grabbing hold of a side of the mattress and tipping it till I rolled off and made a loud thwack with the floor.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming." I said standing up and rubbing what going to be a bruised hip and glared at Quil who was grinning triumphantly. I slowly walked over to my overnight bag stretching out my leg hoping to ease the dull pain in my hip. I opened the bag and rummaged through not knowing what I was looking for because as I had just realised I had no idea what or where I was going today.
"Hey Quil, where exactly are we going?" I called over my shoulder whilst rummaging deeper into my bag.
"Oh I well I thought since it is sunny we would go down to first beach. I mean if that's ok." He replied with a pleading look on his face.
"Yeah that's fine, I just wanted to know what to wear."
I thought about what I had packed and remembered that yes I did indeed pack a bikini, board shorts and just about everything else in my wardrobe. Yes I know I had over packed but I liked being prepared. Unfortunately my preparedness came at a price which was that my bag was impossibly full and not cooperating in the slightest. It also didn't help that all my rummaging had caused clothes to become tangled with each other. I sighed and began emptying its contents onto my aunt's floor, I quickly found the bikini and board shorts I was looking for. The bikini was an assortment of pastel colours arranged in a pattern that made it look like it was Bollywood inspired and the board shorts where a matching pattern but in darker colours, they were my favourites and Quil always complimented me when I wore them. After I had my costumes I found a simple white singlet to wear down to the beach. With my costumes and top in my hand I walked up to the bathroom on the second floor and got changed in record time, I was eager to spend a day alone with Quil. I practically ran down the stairs and only stopped when I was standing at the front door to the house and began tapping my foot impatiently.
"Hey, your probably hungry, have this." Quil said as he threw an apple at me. Only after seeing it had I realised that I hadn't had breakfast and was slightly hungry.
"Thanks.. heaps...Quil." I managed to say in between bites of the apple.
I continued to eat as we walked the short distance from Emily and Sam's to First beach. When there was nothing but the core left I took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching and threw it into a trashcan that was on the side of the road. After I had placed the lid quickly back I looked up at Quil who was trying to muffle a laugh as a cough, whilst shaking his head in fake disapproval.
"What?" I said, my voice ringing with fake disbelief.
"Nothing."
I stopped in my tracks and put my hands on my hips with a stern look on my face.
"C'mon Claire we're almost there." Quil said as he grabbed my right hand pulling it away from my hip and using it to pull me into step behind him, I was running just trying to keep up with the pace he was setting.
When we finally reached the beach I walked over to the closest piece of drift wood and all but fell onto the warm sand, letting my back lean against the log. Quil instantly came and sat beside me, although his descent was far more graceful than my own. We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes just watching the wave's as they crashed against the shore. It was Quil who broke the silence.
"So Claire how did you enjoy your party?"
"It was amazing and it went a lot better than I expected, I don't think I will ever be able to thank Aunt Emily enough.
"A lot better than you expected? What did you think was going to happen?" Quil asked with a hurt expression on his face.
"Oh nothing horrible, I just thought all my school friends would run away screaming."
At that he started to laugh until tears were streaming down his face.
"Quil it really wasn't that funny."
"Sorry, I was just picturing that little Jack kid's face when walked into Jacob. It was hilarious"
Imagining that made me laugh, Jack was the shortest of all my friends but I think that had made him the most arrogant, his face would have been priceless.
"Ahh I only wish I could have seen it."
The conversation soon drifted onto all of my friends and what Quil thought of them. He had met a few but all of my friends that were guys were new to him.
"So do you fancy any of them?" Quil asked trying to act nonchalant about the question but there was an intensity in his eyes that was the complete opposite.
"Nope, none are my type."
"Hmm, so what is your type then missy?"
Oh great I had completely walked into one of the questions that were on my I-hope-to-god-Quil-doesn't-ask-list FANTASTIC.
"I don't know… nice?" That was all I could say with out going into a full blown, I think I love you Quilathon and describing him down to every last perfect inch.
"Wow, descriptive." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I know. So…. what about you, do you fancy anyone?" I was secretly hoping he said me but I knew that would be ridiculous, I was Quils friend, nothing more. Quil had know me ever since I was little, seen every tantrum and awkward teen moment, there was no possibly way he could think of me like that.
"Yeh kinda." As he said it a slight blush had appeared on his russet coloured skin and my heart sank a little.
"Is it serious?" I was trying so hard to keep my voice even that I didn't notice his blush was becoming more and more apparent.
"Mmhm." That was all I could take, I quickly stood up and mumbled something about want a swim and ran as fast as my stiff legs would carry me into the frigid water.
