The Replacement
Alabelle: Hey, hun. Your right, the do need to kiss soon. And I do use the word crap quite often. lol. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Thanks for the review!
"Morning sunshine" Sawyer greeted, arms crossed as he leaned back against the tree. "Good morning" Claire replied absent-mindedly, juggling the majority of her attention on the laundry and the baby who woke up only a few minutes ago and was now charged with energy.
"Where's your watch dog?" He questioned, teasingly. "Um, I'm a little busy, Sawyer" She replied without looking up, completely ignoring his comment. "Oh yeah?" He questioned with a scoff. "You ain't the only one."
Curious, Claire glanced up. Sawyer tilted his head, giving and indicating nod towards the shoreline where Charlie and Eliselaid in the sand. Claire squinting into the distance, a confused look on her face as she watched the two. Charlie was now laying on his back, holding Elise's hands as she sat on top of him, struggling playfully.
"Who's she?" Claire questioned, not meaning to say it out loud. "Beats me" Sawyer shrugged, pushing himself off the tree.
"But Charlie seems to be getting along with her pretty well" He added with a smirk. "
Apparently" Claire noted, her eyes glued to the flirtatious display before them.
She noticed the way Sawyer was grinning and averted her eyes, pretending to fold the shirt that she'd been holding.
"Think they make a cute couple?" He questioned playfully. Claire sighed in annoyance.
"I think they do. I mean, look at her. Cute, friendly, blonde, Australian. Hell, she's just like you!" Sawyer continued, amused by the aggravation he was causing. Claire pretended to ignore him as she folded her cloths, but couldn't keep herself from watching the two in disgust.
"Maybe that's why he's hanging with her" Sawyer concluded thoughtfully. "What are you talking about, Sawyer?" Claire questioned, slamming the cloths down in annoyance.
"She's your replacement" He confirmed with a grin. Claire scoffed in aggravation. "Are you done now?" She questioned, raising an eye brow. "I don't see why your getting all upset. You replaced him first. At least he's not sending his new girl over here to beat the shit out of you" Sawyer noted, tauntingly.
"Yeah, well I never stole his baby while I was high on heroine" Claire replied, smartly, violently throwing the rest of the pile into the basket. "Damn, girl! Feeling a little moody this morning?" Sawyer questioned, teasingly. "Fuck off, Sawyer" Claire snapped in frustration.
For a moment, Sawyer seemed shocked. Claire usually put up with him pretty well. Most of the time she actually laughed along with his teasing. It seemed like she was the only person on the island who knew how to take a joke. This was the first time he'd ever gotten to her. This was the first time she'd ever cussed at him.
Not knowing how to react, Sawyer just turned around and walked away, looking at her over his shoulder a few times in concern. Claire didn't look at him. By now, she was to pissed off. She finished putting the cloths away and carried the basket to a table in the back of her tent. She set it down and stood for a moment, feeling a sudden wave of emotion come over her.
She looked over her shoulder at the two of them, play fighting and rolling around in the sand like a couple of kids. He looked so happy. They way he used to look when he was with her.
Charlie had always made her happy. He made her laugh, he made her feel safe. Now she just felt alone. Sure, John was good with Aaron. He could protect her. But he wasn't a Avery good friend. To serious. To weird. He could never make her feel the way Charlie used to make her feel. And for a moment, she forgot about the drugs. She forgot about the betrayal. She forgot about what he did with Aaron. She just wanted him back.
