A/N: I am so sorry...it's been awhile. I've had this chapter going for awhile, and stuff keeps coming up. Especially during the first week of each month, updates will be almost nonexistent, since rent is due between the 1st and 5th. We got it this month, even though we're still having some issues. But we'll get it figured out. I've also started seeing someone :) which is fantastic. I've seriously never been this happy.
Anyways, now that I've bored you with my life. Enjoy this chapter, it was fun to write.
"Claire, let down your haaaaaiiirrr!"
Jennifer laughed, and ran to her window.
"Claire, there's someone here for you," she said, smiling. I went to the window, and Quil was standing there. I stuck my head out of the window.
"Quil, what are you doing?" I yelled down at him.
"Picking up my gorgeous girlfriend so that I can take her to a party." I smiled.
"Well, are you expecting me to climb down there, or can you come to the door like a normal person?"
"I don't know," he replied, "I mean, going to the door sounds like a good idea, but I really want to see you attempt to climb down the wall. I need another excuse to look at your butt!"
"QUIL!" Paul yelled from the window in his and Rachel's room, "I understand that you love her. But PLEASE refrain from telling the entire neighborhood about how amazing her butt is!"
"Paul!" Rachel yelled from the kitchen window, "Stop terrorizing them!" Jennifer came up next to me and stuck her head out of her window, too.
"Can we have all of our conversations like this?!" she said, laughing.
"Quil, I am closing the window now," Paul said sternly, "If I hear any more statements about Claire's butt, I am going to kick your ass." With that, Paul left. "Okay, I'm going, too," Rachel said, smiling, "But Quil. Come inside, please." When Rachel's window closed, I looked down at Quil.
"You happy? You got everyone in this house sticking their heads out of windows to yell at you. Get inside." Without another word, I turned around and walked downstairs, waiting for Quil to come to the door. When he knocked, I let him in. "Nice of you to join us at the DOOR, like normal people!" I exclaimed. Quil laughed and hugged me.
"You're so beautiful," he replied, resting his head on top of mine. I hummed.
"I love you," I said into his chest.
"I love you too," he said, "More than you will ever know." I heard a door open and close, and a few seconds later, Paul walked into the living room.
"Quil, Claire," he said curtly, "Thank you for censoring yourself and not yelling about your sex life outside of my house." I laughed, and Quil narrowed his eyes.
"Paul, may I remind you of when you and Rachel first got together?" Paul's eyes widened.
"No, no, that's okay," he stammered.
"No, I think that you need to hear this. Remember when you first had sex with her, and you came to us the next day saying 'I GOT IN HER PANTS!'? Because I was seriously emotionally scarred after that day."
"YOU SAID WHAT?!" Rachel yelled from the kitchen. Quil and I laughed, and Paul blushed.
"Quil, I am going to-"
"What are you going to do, Paul?" Quil taunted, "I think we're even now." With that, he took my hand and led me upstairs to Jennifer's room.
"What was that about?" Jennifer asked.
"Nothing," Quil replied, "But I'm pretty sure that you do not want to go downstairs right now. Don't ask. So are you guys ready to party?"
"Yeah, but this is going to be tame, isn't it?" I asked.
"Oh, you haven't been to one of our parties," Jennifer said, laughing.
"Since we're all somewhat mature, we're all allowed to drink. Which means that these parties are fun. And make for fantastic blackmail," Quil added, "So, do you two want to ride with me?"
"If that's okay with Paul and Rachel," I said, looking at Jennifer. She smiled.
"They'll probably be fine with it." We went downstairs to ask them, and they agreed to let us go with Quil. We got in his car and drove to Kim and Jared's with the windows down, blasting "Everybody Talks" and singing along at the top of our lungs. When we got to Kim and Jared's, a lot of people had already arrived, but it wasn't too crowded since only the wolf pack was invited. The guys were in the living room playing video games, and the women were in the kitchen, gossiping and cooking. When we were told that our help wasn't needed, the three of us went into the living room and joined the guys. Quil was immediately handed a controller, and Jennifer and I just sat and watched.
Paul and Rachel arrived around ten minutes later, followed by Jake and Nessie.
"CLAIRE!" Nessie squealed as she ran towards me.
"Nessie!" I replied, hugging her. She greeted Jennifer, and sat down with us while Jake and Paul joined the guys.
"FOOD'S READY!" Emily yelled from the kitchen. Everyone got up and walked into the kitchen, where Kim and Emily had set everything up buffet-style. We grabbed plates and walked down the line of food, choosing what we wanted. When my plate was full, I walked back into the living room with Jennifer and Nessie, and we sat down on the couch. When the guys were done getting their food (they let the girls go first) they joined us. Quil sat next to me and I looked at how much food was on his plate.
"Holy shit, Quil, have enough food on your plate?" I said, laughing.
"Hey, I'm eating for two," he replied, nudging me with his arm. I rolled my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder. When we were done eating, Quil and I cuddled on the couch while everyone else talked about football. Sam and Jake disappeared for a few minutes, and when they came back, they had a box filled with different bottles.
"Okay, it's time for our annual drinking game!" Sam announced, setting the box down on a table and pulling out bottles. I looked at Quil questioningly.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Every time we throw a party, we play a drinking game. We never know what the game is going to entail, but basically everyone gets a bottle of alcohol, and when they're instructed to, they drink. It's a random tradition, but is usually pretty fun." I groaned.
"I don't want you to see me drunk," I told him.
"Claire, you don't have to drink," he replied, "But if you do, I promise I won't laugh at you." I smiled and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed me back, pulling me closer to him. I heard Paul cough, and we broke away from each other.
"Holy shit, Paul," Quil said, "When are you going to stop being so hypocritical?" I would have laughed, but Quil wasn't kidding. He was looking at Paul like he was going to kill him. Paul looked like he was about ready to tear Quil's throat out. The room had grown quiet, as if no one knew what to do. Sam stood up and motioned towards the door with his thumb.
"Quil, Paul, Jake, I think we should go outside for a minute," he said authoritatively. He walked out the door and the boys followed him. The rest of us sat there for a minute, not talking, just staring at the door. Finally, Kim broke the silence.
"Should we hand out the alcohol?" she asked us all. We nodded, and her and Emily started handing out bottles.
"So what's tonight's game?" Jennifer asked.
"Poker," Kim replied, smiling, "We all play, well except for me since I'm pregnant, and then whoever doesn't win the hand has to drink."
"So basically we're all going to get hammered," Rachel said, laughing.
"Pretty much," Kim agreed, "And if anyone wants to sit out, that's fine. Claire, Nessie, and Jennifer, if you want to play, you can. I know that underage drinking isn't cool, but we're all okay with it, so if you want to play, go ahead. Just play responsibly." I nodded.
"Well, I'm in," I said, smiling.
"Ditto," Jennifer replied, giving me a high five.
"I think I'll sit out," Nessie said, "I don't know if alcohol agrees with me, and I don't want my dad to kill me, or Jake."
"It's okay," I told her, "You can watch me make a complete idiot out of myself." She laughed.
"I'll make sure to take pictures," she said. The guys came back inside then, Paul and Quil looking considerably calmer. Kim filled them in on the game, and afterwards asked who all was playing. Everyone decided to play except for Jake, Nessie, Collin, Brady, and Kim. The rest of us gathered around the table with our bottles and a pile of poker chips.
Two hours later, I had learned that I was not good at playing poker.
"QUIL!" I shrieked, "I love you!" He laughed.
"Claire, I think you've had enough alcohol," he replied, grabbing the bottle of beer I had in my hand. I pouted and reached for the bottle.
"But Quiiiiiiil," I whined, "I'm having so much funnn!"
"I know, sweetie," he said, "But if you have any more, you're going to regret it. Now, where did Paul and Rachel go?" I shook my head, and Jake spoke up.
"They left awhile ago, with these mischievous looks on their faces. I wouldn't suggest going home." I looked around, assessing who was drunk, sober, or somewhere in between. Jake and Nessie were cuddling on the couch, still sober, Collin, Brady, Rachel, Paul, and Emily had gone home, and everyone else (except for Kim) was pretty drunk. Jennifer was laying on the ground next to me, playing with her phone.
"Hey, Claire and Jennifer?" Quil said, "I think I'm going to take you two to my house, since it's within walking distance." I nodded, and Jennifer burped. "Sam?" Quil asked loudly, "Can you help me out? I'm going to take them home, and I don't think that they can both walk." Sam nodded and came over to us. Quil picked me up, while Sam picked up Jennifer.
"H-h…hey!" Jennifer said, "W-w-what are you d-d-d…doing?"
"I'm taking you home," Sam answered, trying not to smile.
"I can w-walk," she retorted. Sam didn't reply, he just walked out the door.
"Bye, Claire!" Nessie yelled. I looked at her and waved goodbye. Quil walked out the door, following Sam. Quil was really warm, so I snuggled up against him, and closed my eyes. I heard Quil hum.
"Beautiful girl," he whispered in my ear. I smiled against his chest. When we got to Quil's house, he and Sam put Jennifer and I in his bed, and then went out into the living room to talk.
I fell asleep almost immediately, and woke up hours later, feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I got out of the bed, checking to make sure that Jennifer was still there, and wandered out into the living room.
"Hello, beautiful," Quil said from where he was sitting on the couch. I smiled and walked over to him, and he pulled me into his lap. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit," I replied, "I feel like I got hit by a truck. I didn't do anything really embarrassing last night, did I?"
"No," he replied, smiling, "But you were really cute. You turn into a little kid when you're drunk." I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, I know," I said, "It's not the best thing in the world."
"It's cute, though," he said, and leaned in to kiss me. I leaned into him, kissing him back, when suddenly I heard a crash from the bedroom.
"Uggghhh…." Jennifer groaned. I laughed.
"Jen? You okay?" I asked. When she didn't respond, Quil and I walked into his room, to find her laying on the floor, glaring at the bed menacingly.
"I fell." She stated, not looking at us.
"Yeah, I figured," Quil replied, trying not to laugh, "Are you okay?"
"Your bed. Hurt me." She replied. I tried to hide my giggle when I realized that she was still drunk.
"Jen, honey, let me help you back into the bed," I said, lifting her up. She let me help her, and once she was back in the bed, she fell asleep. Quil and I walked back into the living room, and spent the next few hours cuddling and watching television. I was half asleep in his arms when he sat up abruptly.
"Shit," he said loudly.
"What?!" I said, alarmed. He had never cursed in front of me like that before.
"Sam just put out the distress call," he said, looking at me, panicked, "Which means that we're either under attack, in danger of attack, or something equally bad just happened. Okay, I'm going to get Jennifer out of bed, and take you and her to Emily's, alright?" I nodded. "Okay, come with me. I'm not leaving you alone."
Scared out of my mind, I followed him into his room, where he picked up Jennifer, briefly explaining what was going on, and then outside. Since he had walked there the night before, he had no car.
"Claire, I can't take the chance of one of you walking there unprotected," he began, "And I can only think of one thing. So please, please, PLEASE, don't freak out. But I'm going to phase, and I need you to climb on my back with Jennifer. Okay?" I nodded. He handed Jennifer to me, and phased. We climbed up on his back and he ran to Sam and Emily's house. When we got there, he howled and Emily ran out, looking panicked.
"Quil! You need to go!" She said, "I'll take care of Jennifer and Claire, just GO!" When Jennifer and I had climbed off of his back, Emily immediately grabbed us and pulled us towards the house. I looked back at Quil and started crying.
"Q-Quil," I sobbed, "Be safe. Please. I love you." With that, I ran inside with Jen and Emily. When we got inside and I turned around again, he was gone.
"Emily," I said to her, "What's going on?" She looked at me, half-panicked and half-concerned.
"Sweetheart, you should probably sit down," she said.