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Post by Claire Young on Jul 2, 2010 0:13:06 GMT -5
Claire was spending the summer with her aunt and uncle, something she had been doing for the last five years, since she was ten. She was surprised to find herself home alone. Emily was grocery shopping, and Sam and the pack were off doing whatever it was they did (she never asked,) which meant that the pack- which always seemed to be around the house- weren't there either.
Claire stretched out her freshly painted toes, her feet hanging over the side of the couch as she flipped through a teen magazine. She hadn't yet called Quil to tell him she was back, and always slipped quickly out the door when he came around. She didn't want to say she was avoiding him, exactly, so much as avoiding their meeting again. Or something. She knew it was only a matter of time- no doubt, thanks to pack telepathy, he already knew.
Claire pushed a piece of her pink and blonde hair away from her face, chewing on her nail. It wasn't that she didn't like Quil. She did. He made her laugh, he took care of her that one time she had the flu two summers ago, and he was always there when she needed someone. Now that she was older, though...
She shook her head. Even when he wasn't there, Quil was with her. It was annoying.
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Post by Quil Ateara on Jul 2, 2010 18:27:05 GMT -5
Quil had heard from Sam's mind that Claire was back and practically ran to his house. They all understood why he wanted to do this so bad. Defiantly Sam, he couldn't stay away from the girl he imprinted on. It was hard, he loved her in a really..weird way. He wanted to make her happy and he remembered playing with her at the beach as a little girl. It was fun times, she liked to mess with him, a lot.
He walked into Sam's placed, which was usually unlocked and smiled when he saw Claire. "Hey Claire," he said walking towards her happily.
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Post by Claire Young on Jul 2, 2010 23:52:10 GMT -5
“Hey Claire.”
[/b] Claire jumped about a foot in the air and let out a small squeak, then glared at Quil. "Jerk, you scared me." She sat up and pulled her legs under her, no longer stretched out ungracefully as she continued to pout at Quil. How did I not hear him come in? He's getting better at the sneak attacks.[/i] It wasn't a thought that was exactly thrilling to her, and she sighed, trying for suave indifference. "What are you doing here, anyway?" There was nothing in her voice or her expression to even hint as to what Claire was thinking- she wasn't overjoyed to see him, nor extremely irritated. More... wary, as if this was something that had played out so many times she was simply going through the motions. Claire had been extremely distant with Quil lately- as a child, she had bullied him into coming to visit her at home, she had called him and chattered endlessly in her preteen years over stupid things, but in the past year, she had become extremely tightlipped. Any texts were one or two words, and usually she never bothered answering. She didn't talk about what she was doing, she never called... It was like she was becoming a stranger. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] && tagged ---[/b] Quil Ateara && music ---[/b] my love- sia && outfit ---[/b] here&& lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] *kisses your feet* I LOVE YOU! && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup] |
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Post by Quil Ateara on Jul 3, 2010 10:55:18 GMT -5
Quil smiled at her when she jumped,"Sorry Claire. Didn't mean to scare you." He walked into the kitchen and started to rumble through everything. He was starving and he didn't know what he wanted. And he couldn't see if Emily left anything for them to eat. She probably didn't expect anyone to be here. Not yet anyway.
"I'm hungry. And Emily normally has a wide arrange of delicious food," he sighed. He couldn't find anything. "Speaking of Emily. Where is she and did she leave any food?" He sighed, not finding anything he wanted and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He sat on the floor next to the couch and smiled at her. "So how is your summer?"
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Post by Claire Young on Jul 3, 2010 15:57:24 GMT -5
“Sorry Claire. Didn't mean to scare you.”
[/b] Claire shrugged, looking over her shoulder to watch him as he meandered through her aunt's kitchen. Most people, when they saw her aunt's pantry, would laugh at it ever being addressed as empty- even when "empty," there was so much food it couldn't all fit in the actual pantry. There was also food in the walk in closets. Luckily, no one outside of the tribe ever stopped by, and anyone inside, well, they knew the reasons for the state of the cabinets in this house. "Odds and ends. She's grocery shopping." She answered evenly, resting her chin on the back of the couch as she flipped over, allowing for a better view. She watched as he sat on the ground, wondering why he didn't just take the other part of the couch- she clearly was no longer using it, and it wasn't like she was going to hit him or something. "So how is your summer?"[/i] "Rainy. Uneventful. Pretty normal." She responded mildly, tilting her head to the side. She stretched out again across the couch, so that her head was next to his, and used her arm as a pillow. She was a little surprised he hadn't already launched in on some lecture about her being a bad imprintee or whatever, not calling or answering his txts, but she didn't feel like she owed him that. He was the one that imprinted on her- she didn't get a choice in the matter. Why should she have to do any of the work? [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] && tagged ---[/b] Quil Ateara && music ---[/b] nothing && outfit ---[/b] here&& lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] I love Quil  && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup] |
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Post by Quil Ateara on Jul 3, 2010 23:19:44 GMT -5
Quil smiled and leaned his head on the couch. "I hope she hurries. I'm starving," he said as his stomach growled. His appitite was an annoying part of the wolf thing. But it wasn't that bad. He was used to it anyway.
He smiled,"Well we can go do something later. Make it more eventful or something." He shrugged like it was no big deal. That he did stuff all the time. Though lately he didn't. But if Claire didn't want him, he'd let her choose. He'd be what she wanted him to be. If that thing was being on the outs and not what he truly wanted to be.
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Post by Claire Young on Jul 4, 2010 0:05:34 GMT -5
“Well we can go do something later. Make it more eventful or something.”
[/b] Claire grumbled a noncommittal answer and threw her arm over her eyes, shielding them from the light that hung above her head. Even when she tried to pick a fight, Quil didn't rise to it. Such regard was so bizarre to her, and she wanted to scream. She used her other hand to blindly feel for the pillow, which she limply tossed at him, knowing it wouldn't be of much use. She sighed and sat up again, sliding off the couch so she was sitting next to him. She brought her thumb to her mouth and began to chew on her nail, a habit she couldn't seem to break. [/i] "I got a boyfriend." She admitted, not looking at him. "Mom hates him. I think Em would, too." She stretched out her legs, her hair falling over her shoulder. She wondered if even this would incite any reaction out of him. "He drives a motorcycle to school."[/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] && tagged ---[/b] Quil Ateara && music ---[/b] Cold- Lacuna Coil && outfit ---[/b] here&& lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] Claire is so mean to poor Quil  && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup] |
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Post by Quil Ateara on Jul 4, 2010 0:21:25 GMT -5
Quil ignored the pillow when it hit him in the head. He smiled at her when she moved next to him. He didn't like when Claire was all acting like this. All mean and stuff. It wasn't that he minded, he just wished he knew why.
He scooted closer until he heard the work boyfriend. So instead he moved the other way. "Oh," he said in a whisper. He looked down. It was upsetting that everyone's imprintee's were there lovers. Why couldn't he have one? Not that he didn't like being imprinted on Claire. He just....wanted more. But she didn't, and he would never force her into anything.
So instead, he'd just have to be her caring protector until she's ready for more. "Well I hope he treats you well," he said, his voice filled with concern.
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Post by Claire Young on Jul 4, 2010 1:14:54 GMT -5
“Well I hope you treats you well."
[/b] Claire offered him a cheshire cat smile, her eyes seeming to light up in a peculiar way, as if she had finally spotted her prize. "No you don't. You hope he makes me mad, and that I dump him."[/i] She leaned back, raising a brow at him. "Isn't it true?" She rested her chin on her hand as she surveyed him unblinkingly. She had known about their bond since childhood, and she knew how to get under his skin. What she didn't know how to do was get him to react back- and that bothered her. "It bothers you."[/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] && tagged ---[/b] Quil Ateara && music ---[/b] It's All Your Fault- Pink (the ultimate Quil/Claire song) && outfit ---[/b] here&& lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] Claire is so mean to poor Quil && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup] |
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Post by Quil Ateara on Jul 4, 2010 1:24:31 GMT -5
Quil shrugged at her,"It does." He wasn't going to lie to Claire. It bothered him. Why wouldn't it? Come on, he loves her, it would bother anybody. But this was different. He loved her so much that he would give up his own happiness for hers. And she knew that. Or he thought she did anyway. "But it's your life. And you can date whoever you want. I can't stop you and I'm not planning on it either."
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Post by Claire Young on Jul 4, 2010 1:45:30 GMT -5
She had to admit, she was surprised that he actually conceded to the fact. The words afterwards, however, were typical Quil, and she didn't stifle the urge to roll her eyes. "And that's the problem."
[/b] She sighed, mainly to herself. Claire liked knowing her boundaries, she liked knowing how far she could push people before they snapped back, and once she figured it out, she generally left it alone. Quil, on the other hand, refused at all costs to put up any boundaries, no matter how mean, petty, or sweet Claire would be, in turn, to get him to react. She was frustrated, and she felt like pushing him down in the mud, the way she tried to when she was six and he wouldn't move fast enough for her liking. Is there anything you'd stop me from doing, Quil? Really?"[/i] [/i][/b] [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] && tagged ---[/b] Quil Ateara && music ---[/b] It's All Your Fault- Pink (the ultimate Quil/Claire song) && outfit ---[/b] here&& lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] Claire is so mean to poor Quil && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup] |
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Post by Quil Ateara on Jul 4, 2010 9:03:36 GMT -5
Quil shook his head slightly,"Nope. Only if I know it will hurt you. Then I might stop you from doing it." He shrugged, it didn't bother him at all. He understood a lot of things about this bond now. All he wanted to do was to make Claire happy and to protect her. Which he would do at all costs. No matter if it hurt him along the way. He just hoped it didn't, not that it would matter his feelings. It was her that mattered and nothing else. Not even himself.
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Post by Claire Young on Jul 4, 2010 12:49:22 GMT -5
[/b] She shook her head, exasperated. "You are a pain."[/i] She sighed, rubbing her eyes, wishing she had another pillow to whack him with. She didn't know what she wanted from him, but right now she didn't know what she wanted. She didn't see what was so special about her to deserve such devotion from Quil- at least Emily was a genuinely sweet person, and Chloe and Rachel were both life-of-the-party kind of girls. Claire herself had nothing to offer- she was so much younger than Quil, and they had very little in common that Quil liked simply because he liked it, as opposed to because she liked it. Claire didn't feel worthy of Quil, and that made her hostile. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] && tagged ---[/b] Quil Ateara && music ---[/b] nada && outfit ---[/b] here&& lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] Poor Quil.  && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup] |
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Post by Quil Ateara on Jul 4, 2010 17:36:30 GMT -5
Quil shrugged and leaned his head on the couch. "Whatever you think Claire," he said with a smile. "I thought every girl wants someone to care about them?" He watched her carefully, he didn't want to hurt her or anything. Or upset her. He just wanted her to be happy. For once.
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Post by Claire Young on Jul 5, 2010 0:02:22 GMT -5
[/b] "I'm sure they do." They just don't want someone who is so devoted that it's insane, and they want someone they can be worthy of.[/i] She bowed her head so that her hair shielded her face, casting shadows so that her expression was hid. Quil was so intense- she wished that he wouldn't be, even though she knew that he couldn't help it. He had as little choice in this situation as she did- only thing was, it didn't seem to bother him. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She sighed, resting her forehead against her knees. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] && tagged ---[/b] Quil Ateara && music ---[/b] nada && outfit ---[/b] here&& lyrics ---[/b] “airplanes” by b.o.b. && notes ---[/b] Poor Quil. && credit ---[/b] 20shadesOFblack of CAUTION 2.0![/sup] |
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