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Sleepover

Summary:
Claire gossips with her friends, and it leads to uncomfortable avenues of discussion. Part of the For Her series. One-shot. Adult for language and... adult themes.


Notes:
God, i really can't stop writing about poor Claire... I disclaim. This story is about halfway between Protect Her and Love Her. I'd say Claire is about fifteen in this story.


1. Only One

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 653   Review this Chapter

“Thanks for inviting me, you guys.”

“No big, Claire.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t wanna have a sleepover without you.”

“Really? Thanks, guys.”

“You are soooo insecure, Claire. Ya know we love you.”

“Love you too- in a friend kinda way.”

“Of course.”

“Hey, anyone got gossip?”.

“Maybe…”

“Tell! Out with it, ye rascal!”

“Claire, honey, you read WAY too much…”

“If you aren’t going to tell us, you don’t get to talk, my friend.”

“Fine, I’ll spill, I’ll spill... I like Sean.”

“I knew it!”

“He is cute… but I thought you guys were like, best friends.”

“Well, maybe…”

“Someday…”

“If you’re lucky…”

“But he’s going out with Linda.”

“I heard they’re only going out because they did it in the guy’s bathroom at school.”

Really? So he doesn’t like her.”

“Not at all.”

“How do you know?”

“Sean was talking about it.”

“Right from the horses mouth!”

“Egad, she speaks!”

“And you say I read too much.”

“So, on the subject of the not-fairer sex, who do you like, Claire?”

“No one…”

“Really?”

“Really

“Claire, you are a liar. Hey, ever been kissed? General question, not just you, Claire.”

“Yeah. Will and I, last year.”

“And you didn’t tell me, I your dearest friend?”

“Nope! Claire?”

“Yeah, Claire?”

“Oh, come on. We want to hear!”
“No.”

“Well, someone is a dirty little liar.”

“I can’t… I can’t… I can’t tell you.”

“I thought you didn’t like anyone. C’mon, Claire, tell us, we want to know…”

“We’re your friends, we promise not to tell anyone, we swear…

“Really?”
“Yeah! Pinky swear.”

“My… I… I… my…”

“Who?”

“Who?”

“Who?”

“My dad.”

LAME.”

“That doesn’t count, dude.”

“What?”

“Yeah. It’s the first rule of kisses. Everyone kisses their relatives, so that doesn’t count.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Wait! Claire, you all right?”

“Hon, you look scared.”

“What’s with you?”

“You can tell us.”

“I didn’t think… I… I thought I was…the only one…”

“What’s she talking about?”

“I… Quil told me, told me I wasn’t… I thought… no one else…”

“What the heck is wrong with her? Claire? Claire?”

“Shut up, Kati. I’ll handle this. Claire, talk to me. What do you mean, ‘no one else’?”

“I thought I was the only one…”

“The only one what?”

“The only one who had… whose… I…”

“Shit. You look so scared, Claire. What’s scaring you?”

“You don’t know? It doesn’t scare you?”

“Claire, I don’t know what I’m supposed to be scared of.”

“You said… everyone… kisses…”

“What…”

“Oh. Oh my God. Oh my God. Claire…”

“We’re sorry.”

So sorry… did… your dad… I’m sorry, Claire.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“But it’s someone’s. Claire, it wasn’t just that, was it? There was more.”

“That’s why you don’t like guys.”

“And why you’re scared of Sean.”

“And why you live with Quil.”

“And why you never talk about so-and-so’s hot and why you had to leave Health that first day and why…”

“Yeah…”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No. Don’t, please, don’t ask me too…”

“Of course we won’t.”

“But I’d like to kno…”

“Of course we wouldn’t ask you to, would we, Tina? We’re much too good friends to ask you to do something so painful for you, aren’t we, Tina?”

“Yes, we are… but one question? Just one?”

“Sure…”

“Why didn’t you tell us before, Claire?”

“Like I said, I thought I was the only one.”

“Claire…”

“You are.”