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Authorts note: Alright well I still haven't found work grrr...I hate that people tend to use your CV's for bar mats or something...it's the only reasonable conclusion that I can reach as to why I get no call backs!! Aghhhh (excuse the rant very frustrated at the moment...I'm a picky eater but a diet of toast and cheese is just plain ridiculous!)
Anyways having nothing to do and overcoming my guilt for having wrote anything I decided to go ahead and write, and I have wrote a few chapters which I will upload today!! I could upload one but I have been rubbish at doing that lately so I'm going all out!! It may not be some of my greatest work to date but it will get better again!! (Promise)
Thanks for all the wishes your all great! :D Cheered me up immensley...now for the bad news (wow I'm good at giving bad news lately) for those of you who read What Came Next...I'm a little at a loss with it at the moment...I mean I have a few chapters to be uploaded but I'm still not happy with them so don't expect to see anything at the very least until the end of this weekend. But I am working on it and shall do my best! Anyways hope all is well with everyone and please review as always good or bad! :D
Chapter Twenty- Five
Q.P. O.V
The phone had woke me at about eight that morning, I cursed loudly at whoever was waking me on my day off. I had hardly slept that night having been on patrol for the majority of the night, looking out for any trouble. It had been months since our last encounter with any vampires, but we had learned over the years to keep an eye out in the papers for any unusual disappearances that couldn't be explained, there had been one outside of Seattle the week before. A young girl had been in her back yard playing on her swing set, her mother sitting on lounge chair opposite apparently reading a book, she could see her daughter and hear her laughing; but when the laughter had suddenly stopped and the woman looked up the girl was gone, the seat of the swing still moving. It wasn't as though it was likely that the supposed vampire was responsible for this, would come to La Push but we weren't willing to take any chances, I wasn't willing to take any chances not with Claire nearby; our patrols now extended to include her house.
"Hello.." I mumbled into the offending object, Sam's voice answered me barely hiding his excitement. "Quill you're up!" he exclaimed, "Well I am now.." I grunted in response, not being a very good morning person, which to my horror Sam was especially now when he was sounding so cheerful. Whenever I did get some sleep I relished it and I did not appreciate being woken, no sooner had this thought registered than I panicked why was Sam ringing was Claire alright?. "Sam what's wrong.. Is Claire alright?...I Sam" I had sat up in the bed quickly as Sam interrupted me.
"Quill please relax! Claire is fine I'm actually at her place right now... " Sam replied cheerfully, sounding faintly amused at my panicking, I felt like growling down the phone at him, he knew exactly how I felt considering his own bond with Emily, then again he didn't have to endure a fourteen year separation from his imprint. "Right so...well why are you calling me then?" I questioned unable to hold back the petulant tone that I knew my voice was taking. Sam chuckled at my response, "Well Quill I was just wondering if you were still selling your car?" he asked the annoying amused tone still there. I sighed at the sound of it before becoming curious about what he had to say, "Yeah I am why?" I asked wondering if this concerned Claire in some way.
"It's just that I'm over here at the moment getting ready to take Claire out to get a car...Jane called this morning asking me to and I have a few hours free so I said I'd take her and I knew that you were selling yours so.." Sam trailed off his voice thick with implications. I brightened at the thought of being able to help Claire out, I knew that she was into vintage things, nothing new and shiny as Claire had called a BMW that had been in the garage one day. "Right yeah definitely... when are you coming by?" I asked unwrapping myself from my blankets wondering whether or not I had any clean t-shirts left in my wardrobe. Sam laughed again, "Not right away about mid-day I think...we actually have to go check out some dealerships first in case there might be something she'd like...but from what I've seen lately there really isn't.." he finished. I smiled broadly at this, instantly knowing that Sam was right, there were only three close by, all of which had your basic a to b car, nothing interesting or of any note. "Alright then well I'll see you both then" I finished beaming at the idea of Claire calling by. "See you later then Quill!" Sam's phone going dead about two seconds later.
The next few hours were spent in cleaning the house, not that it was particularly untidy, but I didn't want anything to be out of place for when Claire called by for the first and hopefully not the last time. I checked on the car too, quickly pulling out some magazines that were scattered over the backseat belonging to Brady, the boy never picking anything up after him. I rarely drove the car anymore and had wanted to sell it for a while now, never really getting down to putting an add in the paper for it, it spent most of its time sitting in the garage being driven a few times a month if it was lucky.
The sound of a car approaching could be heard when I went back into the kitchen to recycle the magazines, shoving them unceremoniously into the press without even looking at where they landed, I quickly went outside to meet them. Claire was in the passenger seat glancing around at the house, her eyes finally settling on me, I noticed that she looked a little flustered by something, and smiled broadly at at her as she stepped from the car. "Hey guys!" I called out my voice sounding ridiculously happy even to me. Sam smirked at me, obviously recognising my enthusiasm, before Sam decided to say anything I quickly spoke up glancing at Claire every few seconds not being able to keep my eyes off her for too long.
"So I hear that you are in the market for a second hand car then?" Claire nodded in response, looking thoroughly flustered, worry flooded through me, until the thought came to me that maybe it was my presence that made her flustered. Immediately a stupid grin stretched across my face, Sam started walking towards the garage, I walked along beside him quickly until I noticed that Claire was trailing along a little further behind us. Sam nodded slightly in my direction, telling me to get back to Claire, which was completely unnecessary as I had already slowed down, letting Claire catch up. "So Claire no luck in any of the car dealerships then?" I asked hoping that she had overcome her shyness. Claire nodded in response before answering, "No luck no...they were all too...new I guess which is what Reilly seems to think would be perfect for me.." she finished rolling her eyes, looking utterly adorable. I laughed at her reaction to Reilly's pestering, just about everyone that knew Reilly was aware of his obsession with cars, I personally blamed Embry the pack member that Reilly spent the most time with outside of his father. Embry had never really left Sam and Emily's place, always calling by even after Sam had retired, so Reilly grew up with Embry as a permanent fixture. Sometimes the resemblance between the two of them was uncanny, the interests, the attitude, Reilly was exactly the same as Embry was at his age, only he would most likely grow out of it, Embry on the other hand had no excuse for having remained the same.
"Has he asked you to be his chauffeur yet?" I asked the conversation flowing easily now, Claire looking visibly relaxed. "Wait has he asked more than me then?" Claire asked her sounding adorably surprised, I burst out laughing, finding it difficult to answer her continuing to laugh as I spoke, , "Asked...Claire he's asked just about everyone in La Push that knows him at this stage...well at least all the guys in the garage...he even asked Stanley". At this point I laughed louder than before, remembering the day when Reilly had sauntered up to Stanley who had only just started there that day and showered him with questions, finally settling on the one he said was the most important, "Did he have a car and if he did could he use it sometime!"; much to the amusement of everyone there considering that Stanley didn't even have a car. Claire looked at me now looking completely confused her eyebrows bunched together, she looked so beautiful just then but I wanted to see her smile and I wanted to be the one to to do it, without even thinking I leaned in and whispered, "Claire...Stanley doesn't even have a car..". Claire stood there for a moment looking completely stunned, her confused expression replaced by a wide-eyed one a blush quickly spreading across her cheeks, she laughed then a little too late which I could tell embarrassed her but I just smiled and pretended not to notice.
Finally paying attention to anyone besides Claire, I noticed that Caleb and Reilly had disappeared presumably into my house, whilst Sam had wandered ahead and was opening the door to my garage. "Make yourself at home then Sam!" I teased, laughing as he turned around and blushed, "Sorry I got a little carried away there didn't I... I just wanted to show Claire the car.." Sam muttered shuffling on the spot before launching into a discussion about the good and bad points about the car. Claire stood back again like before not seeming to know whether or not she should come closer, but before I could say anything, Sam went forward and took her by the arm "Don't be afraid to look Claire that's what we came for...Quill doesn't mind do you Quill?". Sam finished grinning at me knowingly, I cursed him for being so obvious mumbling in response "Umm no of course not..".
I watched as Claire walked around the car, a smile slowly spreading across her face, I knew she would like the car it was a mustang hatchback, when I had bought it the last owner had crashed it destroying some of the framework, and putting deep scratches into the paneling, meaning I had to completely restore her. It had taken me almost two years to get her into the condition that she was in now, wanting to use only original parts, I didn't see the point in owning a vintage car if it was covered in modern parts, how could you even call it vintage then. But as proud as I was of the car, it was wasted on me, the thought of Claire owning it made me incredibly happy, I knew this way that it was going to a good home, with someone that deserved it.
Sam interrupted my musings, asking Claire about whether or not she liked the car, Claire chuckled at Sam who was practically bouncing about the place he was so happy. "Yes I really like it...I wouldn't mind taking it out for a test-drive first though.." Claire answered, blushing yet again. I was watching her and not paying any attention to what Sam was doing, until I noticed Claire glancing between the two of us, Sam's eyebrow was raised questioningly, when I realised that my mouth was hanging open, it was my turn to blush this time, trying to pretend nothing had happened I decided to offer Claire a test-drive. "Yeah sure...no problem...do you want to.." Sam interrupted me before I could finish, "No I think that I'll wait here and see what Caleb and Reilly are up to...after all it's your car you should be the one that shows Claire how it drives...point out any thing she needs to know and that kind of thing.." he trailed off before smiling and waving, "See you in a while then!" he added as he walked towards the house, where I could swear I heard the sound of glass breaking.