Twi-Fic Flashfic

Waring: Language

Genre: Comfort, Friendship, & Humor

Character(s): Quil & Claire, mentions Jessica

Word Count: 688

Suggested Listening: "Best Days" by Aaron & Andrew

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Some Ideas Are EPIC!

Imprints.

Why were they so much trouble?

Claire always made him do stuff just because she could…just because she "needed him to." And yes, he even pictured air quotes in his head when he bitched…

Behind her back.

Today, she was making him move. Like, literally move from his very comfortable and awesomely custom, Quil-shaped mold on the sofa.

Didn't she realize how long it took to perfect that type of impression? To attain the exact, ass-cheek replica on a damn cushion which kept trying to bounce back every single time he got up to eat, drink, take a piss, or hell…EAT?

So? Wolves liked to eat. Big deal.

He grumbled. He huffed. He even replayed her voice, at least two octaves too high, telling him to get off his lazy butt and wash up 'cause he was starting to make the couch smell.

Of course, like the good little imprinted puppy he was, he did all this while in the shower.

"Ouch!"

"Shampoo get in your eye again?" she yelled from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Shut it, Claire! Don't fake concern for me between your giggles."

He rinsed the soap off his body, maybe even the shampoo out of his eyes, and stepped onto the rug in front of the shower—an unwelcome towel thrown in his face. "Dammit, girl! Do you have no boundaries? A studly man, such as myself, needs his privacy."

With a dramatic eye roll, the likes of which only teens and plastic baby dolls—circa Chucky—are capable of, Claire raised one impeccably plucked brow. "Seriously, Quil. The last time I saw you as 'studly' was probably never."

This time she used air quotes. Out loud.

"Get dressed," she droned, shutting the door. "I'll have breakfast ready in five."

And with that, he was ready in three.

So? Wolves liked to eat. Big deal.

Between mouthfuls of scrambled eggs and bacon, Quil was able to ascertain she had a plan. Through his consumption of toast and jelly, he discovered she was making him leave the house. As he chugged down orange juice, he confirmed it was the result of his most recent pity-party—this one caused by the vivacious Jessica Stanley.

"So, where we going anyway?" Quil whined, obeying his 5'2" imprint and folding his massive frame into her powder blue, '64 Volkswagen Beetle.

"Look, Quil. You were there for me growing up. When my parents bailed and I was alone, when everyone turned their backs…it was just you. You were the one who got me through everything…kept me focused on my goals and dreams. You kept me in school. And maybe it was because of some stupid imprint curse, but you were exactly what I needed—a mentor, a friend, a shoulder to cry on," she looked him dead in the eye, her little car hugging the corner of the backroad, "my biggest support."

Interrupting her adoration in favor of life, Quil squeaked, "Umm… Claire. Road!"

"Quil! Just listen, this is important!" She puffed, but turned her attention back to the unlined blacktop nonetheless. "Without you, I wouldn't be going off to college next year. So, I'm here now to do what I can. This Jessica chick left the best thing she ever had, but she's just too dumb to realize it yet. And I hate seeing you in a slump, so I'm gonna cheer you up!"

She parked near the public access to the beach and glanced at him from under thick lashes. Biting her lip, Claire bounced in her seat, and Quil was reminded of the days when she would get a brilliant idea tailored just for him—like the one time they tasted dog food because he secretly wondered if his wolfy genes would crave it…or that time his dad died and she let him sleep with her favorite stuffed animal for a month just so he'd be comforted by her scent.

Nobody knew him like she did.

And without a doubt, today would be epic. Because she had a plan.

Unable to contain the brightest smile from breaking through, Claire let it shine, revealing her surprise. "We're gonna chase seagulls!"

*Alright, hit me with your thoughts and feels—if ya wanna. ;)