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Authors Note: Apologies again for the very sparse uploading thats going on at the moment!! Next week crazy busy but when its over I shall be free to write more:D That goes for my other fan-fiction too!! Right I'll upload two chapters today to last you all for the weekend as I'm away from Internet access as usual!!

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Chapter Sixteen

"Uncle Sam.." I whispered surprised by my own voice and the sound of conviction in it. Emily nodded and smiled, letting me know that my assumptions were correct. I looked up at Sam standing on the porch, he smiled at me and I immediately smiled back at him, this family was so friendly and happy it was intoxicating. When we were closer Sam bounded down off the porch and went to Emily, kissing her lightly on both sides of her face before kissing her softly on the lips. I blushed at this show of affection, unused to this type of display with my own parents, especially now that they were divorced.

Once Sam had finished greeting Emily he turned to me and he was beaming at me, I smiled back at him before he grabbed me in a bone-crushing hug, which lifted me off the ground. "Claire look at you….I can't believe that you the same little girl who used to cry when I cut her toast into triangles instead of squares..". I stared at Sam shocked at this and blushed furiously which caused him to laugh. I could tell that I was going to like my uncle Sam as much as the rest of them.

Soon we were all inside and we were talking as Emily bustled around the kitchen with Caleb helping her. I had offered to help but was told to relax and get to know Sam; I was surprised that Caleb was in the kitchen with Emily. Apparently he wanted nothing more than to become a chef when he left school, and worked part-time in a restaurant in Forks. Sam spoke to me about school and what London was like, he asked about Susan and what she was up to but upon seeing my reluctance on talking about her Sam ended that particular conversation. I noticed that he had been careful to avoid any reference to my parents and I was more than willing to avoid the subject.

"Claire do you want to come see my room?" Hannah asked from the door leading into the hall, I could see the stairs behind her. I was curious about the rest of the house so I nodded and smiled in approval. The rest of the house was much the same as downstairs, wood was running through the entire house, there were three bedrooms upstairs and two bathrooms, one for everyone and one in Sam and Emily's room. Hannah's room was right beside her parents room whilst the boys were further down the hall; I couldn't help but get the feeling that Sam had something to do with this, and sure enough Hannah went on to tell me that she had only moved in there a few weeks ago. From what I could gather the incentive was that she could redecorate the entire room the way she liked it without parental input.

"So… what do you think?" Hannah asked me upon entering the room, a nervous but proud smile on her face. I was taken aback for a moment, the room was nothing like any bedroom I had ever had; Hannah had a large single bed which could fit two people easily in the centre of the room against the wall. The bed appeared to be mahogany, there was a green pine wardrobe which looked like it came from somewhere in the French countryside, she had a heavy looking old oak desk, which had shelves and drawers inbuilt with an old computer on top of it. The windows in the room which were on either side of the bed had deep window-sills which had numerous cushions piled into it which looked extremely comfortable; the window on the left of the bed was against the back wall with the headboard, and the other window was facing the bed from the wall to the right of the bed. Looking around Hannah had placed numerous paintings and posters all over her walls which suited the room perfectly. The walls were an orange red colour which worked well with the furniture as well as the art work. "Hannah it's lovely…really nice!" I said genuinely impressed by the room. The room looked lived in, my rooms had always been kept spotless, in a way that it looked like something from a magazine.

Hannah beamed at me before moving toward a dresser that had been hidden from my view by the wardrobe, and grabbed an array of things from a basket on top of it. "Would you like me to do your make-up?" Hannah asked shyly, I was surprised by this and automatically reached up to touch my face in response. "Why what's wrong with my face?" I asked stupidly, Hannah laughed at me, "Nothing is wrong with your face...I just thought that with Quill coming over that you might like to wear some make-up.." Hannah finished slyly. My mouth fell open at this, I could tell that Hannah was going to be persistent about this, "Umm…I don't really wear make-up…never have.." I trailed off limply unable to think up a good excuse in my defence. "Nonsense! I'll put it on for you…and even if Quill doesn't notice it at least we can have some girl time!" Hannah exclaimed excitedly. I shuddered slightly at this, I liked Hannah she was a nice girl, a little over-eager for my liking but I liked her all the same; but a girly afternoon was not something that appealed to me at all. The last thing I wanted anyone to see, let alone Quill was me painted like a clown or something equally ridiculous. Before I could protest though Hannah pushed a stool from behind me into my knees forcing me to sit down, and attacked me with the make-up in her hand. All I could do was sit back and hope for the best.

After what seemed like ages of being poked and prodded by foreign looking instruments, Hannah finally stood back and smiled at her work. "That suits you …you should really try wearing this more often.." Hannah was looking at me oddly, and I couldn't understand why. Hannah handed me a mirror then to let me see exactly what she had done, and even I had to admit that I looked good, more than good I would even go as far as to say pretty. Hannah had made my usually pale skin which was relatively blemish free look almost porcelain, my eyes were dark and smoky, and my lips which were always pouting looked an even deeper shade of red than usual. I had to admit that I was glad of having let Hannah do this, irrational as it was I wanted Quill to think that I was pretty…as if he would.

"Thanks Hannah your right it is quite nice…maybe you could tell me how you did it?" I asked trying to distract Hannah into thinking about anything but Quill. Happily Hannah launched into a long discussion on how she had applied the make-up leaving me to my own thoughts, occasionally being required to nod my head but nothing more. Hannah then went on to how she wanted to be an interior designer when she got older, which I thought was probably the reason why she had invited me to se her room as well as the make-up session. I was not for the first time today surprised by one of my cousins, they were all quite talented at there own things which made me feel very plain and ordinary in comparison.

While we were talking a shout was heard from downstairs "GIRLS DINNER'S READY, WHY DON'T YOU COME ON DOWN NOW" Sam called up the stairs. Hannah quickly stood up and headed towards the door; pausing at the door waiting for me to follow. On our way down the stairs I felt that now more familiar tug at the end of my stomach letting me know that Quill had arrived.