Twilight 25-Round 8

by Maddie-the-Muse

The Twilight Twenty-Five is a challenge to write 25 pieces of fiction based on predetermined prompts within a three month period. For Round 8, all of your work must be flash fiction. This challenge defines flash fiction as containing between 300 and 500 words.

25. 20 That's What Friends Are For

The Twilight Twenty-Five ( )

Prompt: #20 That's What Friends Are For
Pen Name: Maddie-the-Muse
Pairing/Character(s): Embry Call, Quil Ateara, (Claire Young)
Rating: T
Word Count: 362

Photo prompts can be found here: /round-eight/prompts

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Embry walked through the apartment door, absentmindedly flipping through the mail he'd checked on the way up. He walked into the kitchen, placing the bills on the counter and the junk mail in the recycling bin, before opening the fridge to grab a can of beer. He planned to park himself in front of the tv and not move for the rest of the night.

That plan was cut short as her turned the corner from the kitchen to find the living room furniture had been moved around and reassembled into a blanket fort. He stood a moment to take in the unusual sight before stepping further into the room and addressing the pile of sheets and pillows.

"Quil? You in there?" he asked crouching down at the mouth of the fort formed between the back of the armchair and the sofa. He waited for the unintelligible grunt of an answer Quil returned before lifting the flap of the sheet to peer inside.

Quil had constructed quite the den for himself. In addition to the sheets used to frame the walls of the fort, he had taken the duvet and pillows off his bed and made a soft nest. In which he was burrowed with only his face poking out, staring toward the tv, which had been incorporated into the fort, turned on, but muted.

"What's up?" Embry asked, crawling into the fort with his best friend. He leaned back against the front of the sofa, careful not to disturb Quil's careful blanket architecture. Several minutes passed before Quil answered the question, but Embry didn't push. He knew Quil would tell him when he was ready to.

"She sent me packing, dude," Quil finally said with a bitter huffed laugh. "Said she couldn't think of me like that, and that having me hanging around all the time was chasing the guys off. So, I guess that's it," he finished with a shrug.

Embry passed him the can of beer he'd gotten from the fridge and shoved his shoulder into Quil's. They sat in the fort together for the rest of the night, eating left over pizza and watching mindless movies on netflix.