Still don't own Twilight. I'm gonna keep wishing, though, and committing random acts of kindness, 'cause maybe good karma will help…

Impatience

Chapter four: Clowns

(Claire's POV)

I had been relocated from the spare room to the living room couch. Turns out Kim, Jared's girlfriend-who is also conveniently a nurse- had put the splint on for me. And to think, I always teased her about keeping that giant first aid kit here!

Emily had called my mom, and mom agreed to let me stay here until the end of the week, when she and dad get back from their vacation. Of course, mom would have jumped on the first plane over here if she knew what had really happened; instead I had just spent an hour explaining to her that I was fine, but had fallen down the stairs and broken my arm. I was actually surprised she believed that, I've never been a very good liar… Well, in any case, she believed it, and I'm staying here and have a whole pack of wolves and my aunt Emily to take care of me.

All I have to do is whine loud enough for people to hear in the next room to hear, and I had anyone and everyone at my beck and call. Now this is living.

"Qui-illl" I called out in the general direction of the kitchen. Only Quil, Seth, and Emily were here still. All the guys and Leah were out patrolling the forest, looking for the vampire that attacked me. Wow, that still sounds weird, even in my head.

"Yes?" Asked Quil, who was at my side in a second.

"I'm cold. Could you come and sit with me?" He immediately rearranged all my pillows and sat down beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him, I rested my head on his shoulder.

"So, all in all, not one of your better birthday, huh?" Quil asked teasingly, but he still looked sad, and if there's one thing I can't stand its Quil sad. Oh, and nails on a chalk board…

"Well, I don't know. Definitely can't compete with my fourteenth, when you guys took me to Seattle to play paint ball." I smiled at the memory "But I think this might actually have been better than eleven; remember? The year I had chicken pox and mom thought it would be fun to get me a clown to cheer me up. What kind of eleven year old likes clowns, anyway? So all the people from school I invited never even showed up. And that stupid clown couldn't even make balloon animals!" I finished my rant. Wow, five years later and I guess I still wasn't over that.

"I remember that! Oh, poor friendless Claire." Quil teased. "But I was there. I had to sit through that clown – Koco, I think her name was- making about a thousand really bad circus jokes." He grimaced. Guess he's not over it either.

"Yep, you were there, and I think you were about the only one who stayed. And afterward, you brought me ice-cream to make up for it." I smiled again "Speaking of which, I wouldn't mind some rocky road."

"Well, you're in luck, because I think Emily may have some ice cream in the kitchen." He said, already getting up to go check.

"Ok, I have good news and bad." He called from the kitchen. "We do have ice cream, but its strawberry." He remembered my aversion to any fruit-flavored dessert food. I mean come on, it's not really dessert if it's even remotely good for you.

"That's ok; I'll survive." I told him, and He came back in the room with two large bowls or ice cream, one smothered with chocolate sauce, which I assumed was mine. He sat back down next to me, and we ate our ice cream together. Yep, I could definitely get used to this.

(Quils POV)

I had been sitting on the couch no more than five minutes before I heard the back door slam.

"Hello?" I called out, unconsciously wrapping my arm around Claire.

"Quil?" asked a voice I recognized immediately. Seth came bounding into the room, stopping just in time, barely avoiding knocking the table and lamp to the floor. "We have a problem."