The Twilight Twenty-Five (thetwilight25 dot com)
Prompt: #18
Pen Name: Maddie-the-Muse
Pairing/Character(s): Embry/Quil
Rating: T
Word Count: 441
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"You're so smooth, Atera," Embry quipped and gave Quil a shove from behind once they were out of earshot of the garage. "You know you haven't got a chance with her; Jake would fuckin' murder you if you so much as thought about touching his girl!"
"She ain't his girl." Quil shoved Embry back as they walked along.
"Yeah? Tell him that."
They'd just met thee Bella Swan for the first time, and quite frankly, Embry couldn't really seem what the big deal was. Sure, she was pretty in that plain-Jane sort of way, but the girl seemed about as dull as an unsalted soup cracker to him. They continued down the street, playfully harassing one another as they went.
"She's not really my type, anyway," Quil said, kicking a pile of leaves at Embry from the parking lot in front of the school.
Embry scoffed in disbelief, followed by a shriek of "Asshole!" as water from the sloppy pile of leaves, wet from days of rain, soaked into his jeans. He immediately retaliated by bending to scoop two huge handfuls of the leave and started to chase Quil across the parking lot. "Who is your type then, huh?" Embry teased as he easily caught up to Quill and dumped the soggy leaves over his head.
"Shit, man. Okay, Uncle. Uncle! You win," Quil shrieked. He busied himself with removing the wet leaves from his hair and jumping around to dislodge the ones that had slid down the back of his sweatshirt while Embry doubled over in laughter.
"So?" Embry prompted with a bump to Quil's shoulder as they continued walking along in front of the community centre. After a confused look from Quil he added, "if Bella's not your type, what are you looking for in a girl?"
"I don't know, man." Quil blushed and rubbed a hand nervously over the back of his neck. "I'm not really that into any girls right now," Quil muttered under his breath, giving Embry an awkward sideways glance.
Embry raised a questioning eyebrow at Quil as he watched the slight brush crawl up his cheeks. They'd never really talked about it before, but it didn't really surprise him to hear what he thought Quil was trying to tell him. The stats said something like ten percent of the population was gay or bi.
They stopped on the corner where they always parted to go to their own houses, and Quil fidgeted uneasily.
"That's cool," Embry said, shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head. Quil hadn't out right said he wasn't into girls, but it didn't matter one way or the other to him.