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Hello, everyone. I really hope that you've liked my stories so far. Anyway, this will be funny. My friend Sara and I wrote it together, we were cracking up the whole time. So, we both hope you enjoy this.
Chapter three
Dinner was a blast, to my surprise. It was great because most people totally forgot that this party was about Quil and me. Jacob was, of course, drunk within the first hour and a half. So, when he had eight empty beer bottles in front of him, he stood up, about to make a complete fool out of himself… again.
"I would like to propose a toast," he said
"Jake," I said slowly, "You already toasted to how blue the sky was and the dead turtle you saw on the side of the road today."
"But this one is actually about you two, though," he slurred, drunkenly.
"It can't get worse," Quil whispered to me, "Let's just listen."
"Okay," said Jacob, "Now, I know that I've made fun of Quil because he Imprinted on a two year old, and I know I made fun of Claire for being a two year old. But… I love them, so it's okay!" He started to sob. Jacob drunk is probably one of the funniest things that you could ever see.
"Jacob, honey," said Fiona, "Sit down."
Jacob looked at his fiancée and said with a totally straight face, no longer crying, "I am not done."
"Sit down, honey," said Fiona, pulling on his arm.
"No, no," I said, "It's okay. I'd like to hear what he has to say."
"Thank you!" slurred Jacob, "You see, some people let me going what I was finish to say!"
"I think you mean, 'some people let me finish what I was going to say.' " Fiona said to him, trying to clear it up for him
"What's what I said," he whispered loudly. He doubled over in laughter and then jumped back up again.
"Anyways…" he hesitated. I figured he totally forgot what he was going to say. "To Quaire and Kill!" Nice cover, Jake. Nice cover. Right then, he laughed and fell over backwards onto the floor, still laughing at the unknown joke. Then, he continued.
"May you live eternally and extremely blissful. I am merrily happy your relationship has lasted this long," he said, lying on the floor still, his eyes closed
"Jake," I said, "We got together… today…"
"Exactly," he whispered. He stayed on the floor the rest of the night, mumbling random things loud enough for all of us to hear.
"I'm glad the Quil finally told you," said Leah to me.
"He was supposed to two years ago," said Uncle Sam.
"Oh, really?" I said, looking at Quil.
"And I regret not telling you," he said, wrapping his warm around tighter around me.
"Sure you do," I mumbled, jokingly.
"I do," he said. He kissed my cheek.
"Automobiles," grumbled Jacob, so lowly he sounded demonic.
"Ignore him," voted Seth, "He'll be asleep soon, anyway."
"Yeah," agreed Collin, Brady and Embry.
We continued to talk about other things. We ate and talked and listened to Jacob grumble random things such as, 'sea monkey has my money,' 'you see, the chicks can't hold the smoke,' and 'Jeffree Star for dinner.' It was fun. I guess having most of the pack want to throw parties can be okay.
At the very end, Collin and Embry had night shift with Uncle Sam. Leah and Seth carried Jacob into the back of the truck and the rest of the pack drove away.
Quil and I were able to get out of the house and go to the beach when everyone was leaving. We walked along First Beach where Jacob and Embry had thrown me in earlier that day. We sat down on the beach and looked at the moon beyond the water. It was perfect. We didn't need to say anything to know that we were connected in the strongest bond. I loved Quil. Quil loved me. You could probably see it radiating off of us, too.
I have never ever been able to get along in life without Quil and now I didn't have to feel heartache, I didn't have to feel pain anymore because I didn't know if Quil loved me or not. Imprinting isn't something that you can break. It's there forever. Being an Imprint means the strongest love that anyone can give. Jacob told me once that it's hard to resist such levels of commitment and adoration. Basically, you're the most loved person on the planet if you're an Imprint.
"Hey, Claire," said Quil.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," I said.
"If you want to move in with me, you can come anytime you want… just saying," said Quil.
"You want me to move in with you?" I asked,
"Yeah, I know it's early, but I'm just saying that when your ready to leave your uncle's house, you've got a place to go," he said. I moved closer to him and looked into his warm, dark eyes.
"It's the end of the school year," I said, "We'll start to pack tomorrow, after school, and by the time gradation is upon us, I'll be all ready to move in with you and I won't have to deal with school or anything. It'll just be you and me."
"Sounds great," he said, "I'll bring boxes by."
"I totally forgot," I said, "I don't need to go to school tomorrow."
"Why?" he asked
"Tomorrow is foreign language exams and I got exempt form my Spanish exam because I got an A in that class," I explained.
"You're so smart," he said, "Smarter than I was at eighteen, anyway."
"Yeah, but you had pack obligations and stuff so I don't blame you," I said.
"Still," he said. I rested my head on his arm. He kissed the top of my head. I shut my eyes, taking in the moment.
"Come on," he said, "I have to get you back home or you uncle will be one less pack member." Joked Quil.
"Do we have to leave?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, just as glum as I was, "But we can walk slowly."
"Sounds good to me," I said. We stood up. I took Quil's hand in mine. He looked into my eyes and kissed me. My heart started to race. I'm not sure how I spent my whole life not kissing Quil because it's the most gratifying experience ever. I'm shocked that I could have lasting so long without him
He and I walked slowly back to my house along the beach, hand in hand. I didn't want to get back to my house, not wanting the night to end, but we got there. I gave him a kiss goodnight and promised I'd see him tomorrow.
Not wanting to deal with Aunt Emily, I shut the front door softly and went upstairs. The stairwell was right by the doorway, so I figured I was okay.
There is one room at the top of the stairs and that's my bedroom. It originally had two twin beds, one for me and one for Amy. But then, Uncle Sam, Jacob, Embry, Seth and Quil discovered and extra room in the basement. Amy and I helped them clean it out. We moved the two twin beds down there, along with a dresser and a desk and boom! Amy had her own room. They moved a queen-sized bed into my room and a desk into the corner. I had a closet in the room already and a bathroom connected to my room. The only downer to my room was this big ledge.
Don't get me wrong, the ledge is awesome for early morning views, but it's awkward because if someone is standing at the right position, they can look right into my room. The pack discovered this and abused this power way too much. So, I put up a sheet so you can't look unless I take it down. Why me, you may ask? Because I'm the only one who knows how to take it down without breaking anything. And because of this amazing sheet, you can't hear anything that goes on in my room unless my door is open, which it's usually not.
Another great thing about the house is that the roof isn't flat: it's angled. Seeing how my room used to be an attic, the angles are right on my roof. That's cool because I get cool places to put my feet when I'm writing a poem or when I'm reading.
Anyway, I went up into my room and opened my door. I went into my bathroom, took a shower, got into my pajamas and then went back into my room. I climbed into bed and fell asleep.
I dreamed about my parents. I dreamed about the night of the accident. Aunt Emily had come over to watch us. Quil was there, too. He'd always liked spending time with me. I man came and knocked on the door. Aunt Emily went over to the door to answer it. I thought it was my mom and dad coming home. I didn't want Aunt Emily and Quil to leave just yet. But, if Mom and Dad were home, they had to go home. It wasn't Mom and Dad.
At the door was a man. He was a big, tall man in a suit and a hat. He sat down on the couch. Quil sat me down on his lap. He took my itty-bitty hands in his very big ones and listened at intently as I did.
"Children," said the man, "I am very sorry that I have to tell you this. You're mother and father died tonight in a car accident." My heart dropped. I knew what that meant. It meant mom and dad were never coming home. I turned into Quil and cried into his chest.
That's when I woke up. No cowbell this morning, just being dumped onto the floor. Not fun. Amy and Sam were standing there, fully dressed, waiting for me to get off the floor and get dressed.
"I'm not going to school," I said, "I don't have to take this exam."
"Yeah, well, we do have to get to school," said Amy. "You're our ride. Don't strain yourself, we both have rides home."
"Okay, okay," I said, "I'm getting up. Will someone please get me my sweatshirt from the dryer?"
"Okay," said Sam, "Five minutes."
"Fine," I said. I put on my favorite, old, worm pair of jeans and a gray tee shirt. I brushed my hair and put it up. I went down the stairs and Amy and Sam were waiting for me at the bottom of the stairwell. Amy held out my sweatshirt and Sam held out my car keys. We walked outside. I was putting on my sweatshirt on the way to the car.
"Shotgun," called Amy.
"Crap," said Sam. I got into the drivers seat, and Amy sat beside me. Sam climbed into the back seat and we drove to the school. Ah, La Push High. All the kids, ages fourteen to eighteen, practically lived there. How sad, right?
Amy and Sam got out of the car. I was hoping just to drop them off and then leave, but of course, Amy had to leave her house key in the car. I parked in the senior area and went over to my sister.
My sister's inner circle was just the normal kids. The kids who wore jeans and a tee everyday. Not preps. Not jocks. Not bad kids. Not freaks. Not stoners. Not popular kids. Not geeks. Just regular kids who didn't have a stereotype.
"Amy," I said. She turned around and smiled at me. I held up her key and she took it.
"Guys, this is my sister, Claire," she said.
"Hi, guys," I said, "Amy, if you forget your key in my car one more time, your fish will be down the toilet. And not the ugly one, either. I'm talking about the Beta fish."
"You wouldn't!" she said.
"I would and you know I would," I said. I turned on my heels and walked away.
"You're cold hearted, Claire!" called Amy, laughing. I waved my hand in acknowledgment. I was walking back to my car when someone ran up behind me and stopped me. I turned around and there was Mr. Stud, Bobby Youth.
"Hey, Claire," he said.
"Hi, Bobby," I said.
"So I saw you last night at First Beach," he said.
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, "Who was that huge guy you were with? Is that one of the walking land masses you were talking about?"
"What's it to you?" I asked.
"Just a harmless question, Claire," he defended.
"That was Quil," I said.
"So you two are dating," he said.
"Possibly," I said. "You may never know."
"Oh please," he said, "You'd have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to see that you two are together. It just… radiates off of you when you're with him."
"Yeah," I said, "I'm dating Quil. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"
"Just that I won't bother you anymore," he said.
"Why is that?" I asked, ecstatic.
"No matter how much I like you, there is no way I'm fighting him for you. That's suicide," he explained.
"Hmmm," I said, "Maybe I should get him to fight you." His eyes widened in fear. "Just leave me alone, Bobby."
I got into my car and drove home. When I got home, Quil's bike was parked in the driveway. He was leaned against the front of my house.
"Hello," I said to him. "Nice seeing you here." I gave him a kiss.
"It is, indeed," he agreed. "I put the boxes inside already."
"How long have you been here?" I asked.
"Not long," he said, "About five minutes."
"That's okay." I said. I took his big hand and went inside.
End of Chapter Three
Quote: life is like a box of chocolates… you never know what your gonna get. Unless it's that gross assorted stuff, then you throw it at the cashier and take a bag of Hershey kisses… that's what I do…
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Sarah