The Twilight Twenty-Five ( )
Prompt: #4 (In the Garage)
Pen Name: Maddie-the-Muse
Pairing/Character(s): Jacob Black, Embry Call, Quil Aterea
Rating: K
Word Count: 369
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On quiet days when none of them had patrol, or work, or commitments with their imprints (Embry of course never had such commitments), Jacob, Quil and Embry would sit in Jake's garage just like they had before the supernatural had taken over their lives. They would try to get to a point where that other world didn't exist, but it always seemed just out of reach; something always reminding the boys that their lives would never be their own again.
"Hey, we should start a band," Quil suggested on one such afternoon. Sitting forward on the milk create he had perched himself on, he looked excitedly between his two best friends.
Embry scoffed and tossed a piece of popcorn at Quil's head. "That would be pretty tough to do, Dude; none of us play an instrument," Embry said as if this were just a minor detail that Quil had forgotten.
"So? We'll learn how," Quil shrugged.
"Sure. Just like that, huh?" Jacob laughed. He reached over and shoved Quil's shoulder, toppling him off his make-shift stool onto the dirty garage floor.
"Come on!" he said, getting up and dusting himself off. "You can sing, Emb. We've heard you. And you used to take piano lessons, right?"
"I sucked so bad my mom let me quit, remember? And there's no way I'm singing in front of people, man. Keep dreaming," Embry replied.
"Way to live the dream guys." Quil sat back on his create sulking.
"Alight, smart guy. What would we name this supposed band if we miraculously learned to play? Huh?" Jake, always the peacekeeper, asked. "That's the best part of starting a band isn't it? Picking out a name?"
Embry shook his head and laughed at his friends, as Quil perked up again.
"Right you are, Jake, my man! So, what would it be?"
They tossed increasingly ridiculous names back and forth (The Dudes, Band of Brothers, The Garage) until Embry came up with what seemed like an obvious next step. "How about The Wolf Pack," he suggested. They all laughed briefly before the reality they had been enjoying a breather from hit them full force.
The mood in the garage sobered, as the three friends fell silent.