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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!


45. Josh

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“Hey,” a tall boy says. He has brown hair and dark skin. He actually looks a little like Quil, only not as tall or bulky.

Oh, Quil. I love him. I love him so much, and even more than that, I trust him to an extent I never would have believed possible. I am capable of this incredible amount of letting go of the past, with him around. I can be his, just relax, and last night—last night he kissed me.

Or I kissed him.

And it was okay. It was fine. I could do it again, for that matter. It felt good, actually, the warmth and the gentleness and the… “Hey.”

“I’m Josh,” he says, offering his hand.

“I’m Claire.” I shake it and smile. He grins back. He has very even teeth, not as white as Quil’s.

“So, lab partners, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Where you from, partner?”

I smile at him and reach for the gloves, spreading the thin latex over my fingers where it clings like a tourniquet to the skin. “La Push, Washington.”

“Wow. That’s a ways, isn’t it?” The smile doesn’t fade from his face.

Now, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience with this, but I kind of think he’s flirting with me. That begs the question, what do I do? I’m obviously not interested in him. I’m in love, thank you very much.

I really don’t have much experience with this sort of thing.

He turns to hand me an instrument (two-pronged scissors, for removing small bits of icky things) and looks at me. “You have really pretty eyes,” he says softly.

“Thanks,” I stutter. “Er… thanks.”

Thankfully, by the end of the class the awkwardness has diffused. He’s a genuinely nice, funny person, and I’m glad he was assigned to work with me. He’s smart, too, catching a mistake here or there.

Now, ordinarily I’m very good at classwork, but today I just so happen to be the teeniest bit distracted. All Quil’s fault. All. All.

If he weren’t such a good kisser, or so unbelievably handsome, or so inexplicably devoted, I might be able to pass this course.

Obviously, there is no hope for me in the present circumstance. Poor Josh gets sunk with more than his fair half of the heart we’re supposed to be cutting into bits while I’m in a daydream world, my hands on either side of Quil’s face, feeling the hard bones beneath his skin, the warmth breaking softly through my fingers as he leans towards me.

“Hey, Claire?” Josh interrupts as the bell rings and I turn to gather my stuff.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna… go out, sometime? You know… maybe on Friday?”

“I have a boyfriend,” I say quickly. It’s not quite the right word, of course, but it’ll do. I don’t want to explain the imprint to every person who stops me on the street. It’s enough to know that I’m taken.

For once, that sounds like a good word.

He puts his hands in his pockets. I can see the disappointment, but he hides it well. He’s really a nice guy. I hope we can still be friends. “Okay then. See you tomorrow!”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”