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Post by quil on Jan 5, 2009 6:28:55 GMT -5
Oh...dear...God. Quil usually did not feel nervous about anything. When he turned into a wolf, he was all too excited about the experience. Whatever nervous feelings he felt were all the good kind. But this...this...he did not expect. He had no idea how he was going to explain this to Emily. No one wanted to hear that a teenage boy had feelings for their two year old niece. Of course those feelings were...different kind of feelings than one usually had when imprinting...but still! He was scared to death.
He stood outside the door for a few moments...just staring, trying to build up the courage to go in. Eventually, he unwillingly raised his hand to knock. Usually he, like the others, would just wander inside, but this was different. This was not a casual visit...it was not a comfortable visit...it was...well, it may very well be Quil's last visit.
He stood...patiently, hoping that no one was home, but knowing at least Emily was. How was he going to ever explain to her that he had imprinted on Claire? How on earth would one start this kind of conversation?!
(Tag Emily!)
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Post by mrsedwardcullen46 on Jan 6, 2009 23:48:55 GMT -5
Emily was just pulling out the blueberry muffins that she made for when her boys came in for their lunch when she heard a knock at the door. "Hold on a minute!" She called out towards the door and then pulled all the other muffins in the oven before throwing her oven mitt on the counter and running to the door. She opened it and found Quil standing there, very nervous. "Quil! Hi!" She stepped aside to let him in. "Come on in." She smiled, warmly.
When Quil came in, she closed the door and turned back to him, worried. "Are you okay? You look really nervous. What's wrong? What happened? Anything with Sam? The boys?" With every question, she was getting more and more worried. If anything happened to any of her boys.. especially Sam.. she would really start freaking out, even if they were werewolves.
(I hope this is okay! Sorry for taking so long!)
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Post by quil on Jan 7, 2009 12:16:25 GMT -5
Darn. She was home. Oh well...he needed to rip the stitches. He needed to get this over with. Sam had continuously assured him that it was normal. Okay, so not exactly normal.....but understandable. It was rare for him to imprint like this. Why did he have to be the one who was so different?!
"Thanks..." He said, slightly hesitant before walking into the familiar, cozy home. Would he ever be allowed in here again if she knew? .... or more accurately, once she knew. He was going to tell her. He had to. Now of course, that was easier said than done so he would naturally stall.
"Oh...yeah yeah! Everything's cool with everyone. I'm not delivering any news of death or anything." He let out a small, awkward chuckle as if his joke was meant to be funny...though it was a little morbid and had he not been so nervous, he would have understood that.
"Don't worry. Everything is- mmm, I smell something gooood." He purposely distracted himself with the smell of baked goods, instead of lying to her and saying that nothing was wrong. How could something that felt so right, be so wrong? He didn't understand...how could he explain something to her that he fully didn't even comprehend?!
"Is anyone else here?" Aka, was Claire here. He definitely did not want to tell Emily in front of Claire...or anyone else for that matter. He needed her to be alone. Then again, if Emily killed him......there would be no witnesses.(OOC: It's awesome!! No worries! Quil is just being a little dramatic right now  )
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Post by mrsedwardcullen46 on Jan 8, 2009 1:44:52 GMT -5
Emily breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Quil told her that everyone was still okay. He tried to joke a little and Emily smiled a little, not much considering that she was scared to death for a few moments, thinking that one of her boys were hurt or even worse, dead, but Quil’s laugh was off. He looked and felt like he was awkward in the house. But he shouldn’t.. he was always here.
She smiled and walked behind Quil when he noticed her baking. “It’s just some blueberry muffins. Would you like one?” She smiled and went over to where the muffins were cooling and popped one out. She held it out for him if he wanted it. “Be careful though, they just came out of the oven and haven’t really had much chance to cool.” She said, in a motherly tone.
Then, Quil asked if anyone was around. “No, no one is around. Sam is out along with the others.” Emily paused. “Claire should be here in a couple hours though. I haven’t seen her in a little while.” Emily mentioned to Quil. Emily went back to her worried tone. “Why Quil? Is something the matter? You know you can come to me about anything.” She said, trying to get him to talk to her.
(I see that! I love how dramatic he is being! You are an awesome writer!)
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Post by quil on Jan 8, 2009 11:44:51 GMT -5
"Don't mind if I do!" He exclaimed excitedly as he took the muffin and shoved the entire thing in his mouth. Quil had heard her warning...it has just not processed until it was too late. He figured that if his mouth was full, he wouldn't be able to talk. That was just another he could stall. But Emily wasn't kidding when she said that they were hot.
"AH!" He cried, though his yell was a little muffled. He didn't spit out the muffin, he just swallowed it enough to create a risk of choking. Thankfully, he had chewed just enough to do that. Maybe his tongue was so burnt he would not be able to talk! Then he would have no choice but to tell her. He needed to test out his speaking skills. "Those are delicious!" Damn it! He could talk.
And then, he had to be serious because he heard her mentioned Claire. He needed to conceal the overwhelming excitement he felt just hearing that she would be here soon. He hadn't seen her all day! He had tried to unsuccessfully avoid her ever since he discovered he had imprinted on her. But Quil could not give away this excitement. It would be too obvious...he needed to tell her before she guessed .
In his attempt to hide this thrill, his expression twisted into an odd grimace. It looked like he was half smiling, and the other half was in pain. He was trying too hard, and he knew it. "That's...great," he said in a husky voice. He had two hours! Was that enough time? Was that too much time? Was it enough time for him to tell her and for her to hide the body? Or for him to tell her and avoid any awkwardness between them? There was only one way to find out....
"Y-Yeah...I know. You're like...Emily." Duh. "I mean, you're like...our mother. But not really cause you're young and because I already have a mother. But you...you know. You and Sam are really close, and you kind of think the same way. You do, don't you? You have the same opinions and stuff, right?" He was trying to find out just how similar their thought process was...because if she reacted to his imprinting like Sam had then there would not no problem.(AWW! TY! So are you...obviously Just let me know if he gets too annoying and I'll tone it down )
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Post by mrsedwardcullen46 on Jan 10, 2009 1:29:12 GMT -5
"Quil!!" Emily shouted and ran over to him to see him just swallow the muffin. "Quil, are you okay?" She was now worried that he really burnt his mouth or tongue. She heard Quil say that her muffins were delicious. "Well, thank you but you should have been careful though! Sorry for not giving you enough warning about it. I guess I should have said something first before I handed it to you." Emily gave Quil a small smile but inside, she felt horrible.
After making sure that Quil was okay, we began to talk about Claire again. The way that he said 'that's great' was off. He paused in the middle of it.. something Quil doesn't usually do. And the way he said it.. it was like he wasn't excited or anything. Did Quil have a problem with Claire? What happened if he did? She wanted to ask him those questions but instead, just went for the 'what's wrong' question.
Emily nodded, encouraging him to continue on. "We do, pretty much." Emily said, quickly so she could get whatever was bugging Quil out quick before he back away from it. "It's okay, Quil. I'm not going to judge you or anything. You know that I won't." She continued to encourage him.(Noooo!! Don't tone it down at all!! It's really hilarious!! I'm loving this thread!!  )
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Post by quil on Jan 12, 2009 12:23:33 GMT -5
Aw man! As if he wasn't being rude enough...now Emily was apologizing for something which was his fault. "I think I just got too excited. I mean, who wouldn't get excited over your cooking and baking?" He asked rhetorically. He said it...because it was true, and because he really needed to suck up now more than ever. He had to try to get on her good side. Of course, all that would come crashing down once he told her...but he would enjoy the moment while it lasted.
Quil wished he could believe that she wasn't going to judge him. Wow. She really had no idea what was coming. He was afraid it was going to hit her like a ton of bricks...oh dear. This was not going to be pretty.
"That's good...that you guys do. You guys are so close. Its great. I wish I could be that close to someone." Yes, sucking up and then slowly easing the conversation towards imprinting. He was going to focus the object of conversation on Emily and Sam for now...until the perfect moment came and then he would tell her. Would that moment ever come? He had no idea...if it didn't though, he would have to make it happen.
"So um...you and Sam," he began, not quite sure what he was going to say. He was rambling and was fully aware of it. "How did you feel about him at first?" While he asked, he picked up another muffin and put the entire thing in his mouth once again. It was not hot, but this way...he could avoid talking for the time being.
(HAHA! Thanks!! I love this thread too!! Its AWESOME!)
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Post by mrsedwardcullen46 on Jan 15, 2009 2:15:43 GMT -5
Emily smiled at Quil. “Well, thank you Quil. But next time, be careful! Try to be a little un-excited.” Emily joked. Emily loved Quil’s personality; it always made her smile and laugh. She wouldn’t want him to change for anything. “You will find someone that you can be that close too soon enough, Quil. You just have to be patient and wait for the right girl.” Emily smiled, sweetly.
Then, Quil began to ask about her and Sam and Emily got a little suspicious about why Quil wanted to know so much about them right now. Maybe Quil just wanted to know now but something told Emily that wasn’t it. But she wasn’t going to push.. yet.
“Well, at first, I didn’t feel anything for him because he was with Leah. But then, as time went on, I began to notice Sam’s constant gaze on me and I tried really hard to stay away from him, because he was still with Leah. But then, he broke up with her and started showing me how much love he had for me and I just fell even more love with him.” Emily tried to explain to Quil. It was hard to put into words.
(Sorry that it took me so long to do this one! I've been really busy with college and assignments!)
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Post by quil on Jan 28, 2009 10:45:51 GMT -5
(No problem!! Sorry it took me so long too!  )
The right girl. GIRL! She had said girl! .......He knew she did not mean under-aged girl, but still! She had used that term. Maybe he could hold her to that when he spilled the news he had come here to reveal. Oh...Quil was certainly going to keep that in mind. He was desperate to find some sort of indication that she would be okay with this, so he was just grabbing at straws right now and not thinking about it rationally. He was over analyzing her words, but he would not let himself be discouraged....not yet anyway.
He let out a small, awkward chuckle. "Haha, yeah. Girl. That um...that would be something wouldn't it. Yes. Something indeed." Claire was the right girl. She was the perfect girl................. Emily was going to murder him for sure. Her sweet smile would soon turn sour and angry. Maybe he could joke about it and then see her reaction. That would be interesting! It would help him get some idea of how she was going to react.
"I see, mhm," he said nodding along, with an over exaggerated pensive look on his face. "And so...he just kept staring at you. Did you think that was...creepy?" What Quil really wanted to ask was: do you think my affection for your niece is creepy? But he did not say that in so many words. He wanted to prolong his life as much as he could.
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