A Quil/Claire Imprint Story
Chapter 2 : Pictures
So it was raining out. Rain was inevitable. We lived on the Olympic Peninsula and it rained quite often. So Sara and I were in my room looking at my photo album.
"Hey Claire, have you ever noticed how Quil looks the same in pictures from when we were five, and now?"
"No, not really. Quil has always been, well, Quil."
" Do you know how old he is?"
"No, I never asked and he never brought it up."
"Well, I'd say he's at least 28. Cuz in these pictures he's what, 17,18 in these pictures and that was like 11 years ago."
"Ya, you're right. But he looks like he's 20 though."
The door closed downstairs.
"Claire?"
"Up here!"
"Do you think he'll be mad if I asked him?" Sara whispered.
"Shut up!" I whispered back.
"Hey Sara, I didn't know you were here," Quil joked.
"Claire's house is so much better than mine. It's raining again so my mom's cleaning again and if I would have stayed she would have roped me into helping."
Quil laughed. "So, what are we doing today?"
"I don't know. We were hoping you had some ideas. I'm tired of the clouds and the rain. I want to see the sun and I'm sick of being inside all day," I complained.
"Tomorrow's Saturday, do you think your parents will complain if I take you down to LaPush?"
"No, I know my mom's been wanting to get me down there to see Aunt Emily. And Sara is always welcome at Emily's place."
"I don't think my mom will mind. She hardly sees me anyway, I'm always over here."
"Cool. I'll tell Sam when I get back. Unless your mom tells Emily first." He laughed. "So what were you doing before I got here?"
"Looking at my photo album."
"Hey Quil, how old—"
"That's it. Time for the friend who doesn't know what 'shut up' means to leave," I said shoving her out the door. Then I turned around to see Quil laughing. "What?" I demanded.
"She's about to ask how old I am and you shove her out the door." He was laughing hysterically again. I grabbed my camera and quickly snapped a picture of him rolling on the floor laughing. As soon as the flash went off, he immediately stopped laughing.
"Hey! Delete that!"
"No. This one's going to Jake."
His eyes narrowed and he reached for the camera.
"Oh no. Jake'll love this," I smiled.
"Want to watch some TV?"
I was always up for what he wanted to do. "Sure." I opened my door and skipped down the steps into the living room. I stopped when I found Sara longing on the couch flipping through channels. "I thought I told you to go home?" I teased.
"You think I'm going home to clean my room? I don't think so."
"Well, your mom might not let you go to LaPush tomorrow with the shape your room's in. When was the last time you cleaned it anyway? Last year?
"Quil, phone," my mom called from the kitchen.
Sara sighed. "Fine. I'm going. And I cleaned it 2 months ago for your information."
"I'll be over as soon as Quil leaves," I promised.
Sara was putting her coat on when Quil came back in. "Sorry Claire, I have to go," he apologized.
"Why? Is everything ok?" I asked alarmed.
"Ya, everything's fine. Jake's back and he brought his girlfriend and she wants to see me. Like, now. I don't know how Jake puts up with her. But I'll call you later and tell you what time I'll be here."
"Kay, I'll be at Sara's, cleaning her room. C'mon Sara let's go."