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Being Her

Summary:
A series of one-shots in Claire's perspective throughout the series For Her.


Notes:
Um, will not go in any order. they come as i get bored enough to write them. PSSSTTT if you want a new story, go review with her!


22. Thanks

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 692   Review this Chapter

He took me to remedy that the very next day. We walked through the mall, hand in hand. It was not that unusual. Quil’s hand was always warm, and there was comfort in touching someone.

Even if he wanted it to mean something more than it did.

“Right here,” he said, and I laughed.

“Claire’s? Claire’s?”

Quil and I have very similar senses of humor. We really enjoy irony, for instance. This certainly qualifies as souch.

“Well…”

“How did you even know this was here?”

“Oh, I love jewelry stores.” He grinned sarcastically. I did too.

“Very manly, my friend.”

He squeezed my hand. “That’s what Embry said.”

“No, really.”

“Do you want me to tell you?”

That was code for ‘It has something to do with the past.’ I nodded. “Yeah.”

“When… you were about seven, probably, I came here to buy clothes.” I smiled. I was familiar with how often Quil needed new clothing. The thing about werewolves is their high cost of living. They destroy any fabric near them and rip through ridiculous quantities of food- I usually did the cooking at our house, something I’d learned at a very young age- because Quil couldn’t cook at all. It was better than eating every meal at Emily’s. “I remember I left Sears and walked around the mall. I had to leave… because there was a girl named Claire outside the door where I was. I couldn’t stand it. I left to try another store and wound up in front of this place. I remembered the sign. They’ll pierce your ears for free.”

“Cheap, are we?”

“Sorry…”

“Quil, I’m joking. I saw those earrings you gave me yesterday, silly.”

“Oh. Right.”

“You are an idiot sometimes.”

“Yes. But I try,” he offered.

I rolled my eyes. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

We walk into the store. I hissed in his ear, “This reminded you of me?”

“The name, sweetheart.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, sarcastically sarcastic. He snickered.

“Don’t be rude. It’s not polite to talk bad about people in their own store.”

“Yes, you paragon of virtue you. It’s not like you’ve ever been anything less than perfectly compassionate, is it?”

The wolf-boys weren’t known for their manners. They were all nice, of course, but they hid it well.

“Can I help you?” a young woman with blonde hair said. She turned the corner made by a display of truly hideous pink jewelry, and caught sight of Quil. I heard her exhale. “Can I help you?”

I rolled my eyes. I was used to how teenaged girls reacted to my friend, but still… it was kind of unnecessary. After all, Quil didn’t date.

“Claire needs her ears pierced.”

“All right.” The girl kept smiling at Quil, who didn’t even blink as she bent over to get a needle. “Have a seat, Claire.”

She marked my ears with a purple marker and then put the little needle gun right over the dots. “This is going to hurt.”

I saw Quil tense at those words. He mouthed ‘You sure?’

I rolled my eyes again. Honestly. Like getting my ears pierced could possibly cause me enough physical pain that I’d even notice. Quil worried about me way too much.

The needle went through my left ear.

I clenched my fist and closed my eyes. The stinging in my ear burned for three or four seconds.

Then it faded into nothing. The tenseness on Quil’s face didn’t.

I felt her fasten the blue starter earring I’d picked off a shelf onto my ear.

The needle went through my right ear.

That was all. I stood up and took Quil’s hand again. “You all right?” he asked.

“Fine. Absolutely fine.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”

He looked like the world had just fallen down and hit him on the head.

I touched my sore ears and smiled.