A/N: I have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea set out for this story. I don't think anyone has ever had this happen in their Quil/Claire fanfic. But, there's a catch. There always is. You have to stick by and keep reading to figure out what my great idea is.

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My skin by Natilie Merchant

Screaming Infidelities by Dashboard Confessionals.

(Listen to the songs, while reading, really set's the mood. In your review you can advice music for future chappies!)

DISCLAIMER: Characters and Situations of [Screaming Infidelities] are the property of [Stephenie Meyer].
Produced for the enjoyment of other fans, and not for profit. Please don't sue as I have no money.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her...

- Unknown(spooky)

Claire's POV.

The buzz of the refrigerator could be heard from downstairs. I heard my mom talking to one of her clients on the phone. She is always doing that, shutting me out of her life and helping her clients fix thiere problems instead of facing her own. I don't care. Throughout my life, I have learned to fend for myself. Recently my task got larger. A few years ago mom decided to take her raging anger out to the clubs. That's where we get Willow. My kind little baby sister that is too adorable for her own good. Sydney, my older sister left exactly when she turned eighteen. We haven't heard from her since then. I turned eighteen a few months ago. I'm not like my sister. There are things holding me back. I have to stay for Willow's sake.

The ceiling fan above me spins in slow circles, leaving me hypnotized. The summer heat is excruciating. All of the house's windows are open, keeping a slight breeze blowing through. It doesn't help that much. This has been the worst summer ever and it just started. About three horrible things happened. First, by boyfriend of a year broke up with me. My best friend Chandler left for college in Montana. And last but not least, I got fired from my job. So, this leaves me broke, boyfriendless, and completely bored.

Dad was supposed to come and pick me up for a summer vacation on the lake. He probably forgot. Dad was a good person, honestly. He just was the sort that gets caught up in a life without a spouse always trying to kill him. I had stood out in the pouring rain at the bus stop for hours, and he never showed up. Didn't really surprise me. I had thought about getting Quil to come pick me up, but I ended up just walking back home in the rain. I highly doubt he would even answer to my number anyway.

I was sick for a week, even though it was summer time. When I had gotten home, mom was upset. She was angry that she didn't have me out of the house for two months. That was the last thing we mentioned about dad.

Willow lets out a cry from across the room in her crib and I move to get up. The bed squeaks under the lost weight. I walk across my blue fuzzy carpet, and run a hand through my straight dark brown hair. You see, once my sister had moved out, there was plenty of space unoccupied in my room. One day I came home for school and there mom was. She was eight months pregnant moving a crib all by her self. I remember hating the sight of that ugly crib in my room.

I feel ashamed to say that I hated Willow at first, too. I did have plans to go to college and explore the world, but that cute little rosy cheeked baby would always come before that. My family was incredibly disappointed in me for making this decision but, it wasn't theirs to make. It was only mine.

Now as I caress the bundle's little head, I think about how great my life could have been. It wasn't her fault. I didn't take it out on her. But it was someone else's fault. I had spent hours a day telling mom about how stupid she had been. She kept telling me that she knew, and that it was just a mistake. But I knew better.

All of a sudden I realized how hot Willow's forehead felt. This sent lurch in my gut. Panic shot through me. What do you do when a baby has a fever? I didn't know, I wasn't trained in this sort of stuff. I purred to her and picked her up to cradle her in my arms. She wouldn't stop crying, her little tears left red tracks all down her face. Poor thing. We walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. I bounced her the whole time, trying to get her to stop crying.

When I passed mom's office I made sure she saw the commotion. She pulled the phone away from her and put a hand over the speaker part.

"She has a fever." I say quietly as I rub the infants back and leaned against the doorway.

"Well do something about it, get her to shut up. I have a client on the phone as you can see." She tosses her light brown curls over her shoulder and picks back up the phone.

That bitch, she could care less as long as she got to talk to her client. I take Willow back to the living room and lay her on the couch. I don't know what to do. I would stick up to mom, but she has the power to kick me out. We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we? I pace frantically around the room, trying to think of a solution. I run a hand through my messy hair again, a nervous habit. I can't think through the horrible sobbing coming out of that child. I'm scared, what if she dies? I would never ever be able to forgive myself. I would probably kill myself, eventually.

I glance back over at Willow, she's sobbing and hiccuping at the same time, trying to take in air. Do something, my mind screams at me. There's nothing I can do. It's not like I can give her a Tylenol and a pat on the back. Then tell her to hush up. That sounds like something my mom would do.

I go sit back on the tan couch and pull the baby back in my lap. She just stares up at me through her salty tears. A couple of phone numbers lay on the stack of papers on the table. Yes, Emily's number sits right there on a hot pink sticky note. Emily is my mom's sister. I remove it from the table and cradle the baby in one arm. My other arm reaches for my cell phone out of my blue jean pocket.

Please pick up, please pick up. I cross my fingers, hoping and praying that anyone will answer the phone.

Through the sobs, I hear a click on the other end and someone says hello.

"Yes, Emily, it's me Claire. I don't know what to do. Willow has a fever and won't stop crying." I rush out incomprehensibly.

Has it really been almost a year since I have seen or even spoke to Emily? Time flies when you have a boyfriend, and have to take care of a baby.

"Could you repeat that slowly?"She states calmly. I completely just lose it. I can't feel anything. I can't even talk back to her. I'm soo scared.

"Hunny, are you still there?"Emily starts to worry.

"Yeah, I'm still here." I breath into the phone.

"What's wrong with Willow? I didn't quite get that last part." She asks.

"She has a fever. This hasn't ever happened before. What should I do? I can't get her to stop crying." I say, slowly this time.

"Get in the car, and bring her over here. We'll take care of her. Sweety, don't worry. Everything is going to be alright." She reassures me.

"Okay thanks." I hit the end button on my cell and put it back into my pocket.

I grab Willow back up and lay her against my chest. After I have gotten her green and purple diaper bag, we quickly speed out the door. The evening air is humid. It clings to my face and arms. I hate it. Distant rain clouds hang in the horizon, ominously making their mark. The street is calm as I strap Willow into her car seat. From the windows of the houses, you can see family's eating all peacefully and whatnot. I kiss Willow on her soft head then run to get in. I had to get my own car when I turned sixteen, in order to drive. It's all old, but drives nicely. I ram the key in the ignition and wait for it to start up.

Nothing. Nothing. More nothing.

Here's the catch. My car may drive smoothly, but it doesn't mean it starts smoothly. Thankfully after a few more tries I get it to start. Willow is still sobbing every now and then, her throat probably starting to hurt. I drive through the curves in the road. God had to plant the curviest ones right in the middle of the La Push and Makah reservation, didn't He? I looked up through the tented front window. Dark blue and grey clouds hung just above the trees. I really hope it doesn't start raining before I hit La Push. I turn a corner and another car rounds it just as I do. There's no room. With my expert driving skills I quickly make a sharp left of off the road and into the ditch.

"Why God? What did I ever do? I was always good, I never did anything all that bad. I never slept with Zack, even though I wanted to." I yelled as I banged my fist against the steering wheel. I was finally losing it. This whole year, I had everything bottled up, now it was coming out.

Willow started crying again from the back seat. Then, to top it off, the rain started letting me have it. It pounded against the windows. Me and Willow both sat there crying. I laid my head against the steering wheel and let my tears fall to the floorboard. I give up. I give up on life. There's nothing left for me here. I know that I'll be regretting even thinking this later but right now my mind is thinking freely. I don't know what to do. I can't get control of my self. My phone's out of signal, I'm stuck in this f*cking ditch, and I've got a sick baby in the back seat.

Could anything get worse? Yes, it could, so I might as well not even think like that. It starts to get cold without the heater. I wipe my tears away with the back of my hand and reach back into the backseat. Once I have unbuckled Willow I pull her up in the front with me. She's so beautiful, even with her snotty nose and teary cheeks. Immediately she hushes up now that she is in the security of my arms. I take my light jacket off and wrap it around her. She's going to get sicker, if I don't get somewhere warm. Goosebumps rise all across my bare arms. It just felt like scorching summer outside, now it feels like mid-freaking winter. I can't stand the weather around here.

No cars are passing by. Thunder rumbles loudly all around. Willow doesn't like this fact and starts whining again. The rain hasn't let up once. It still hammers down on us, trying to get in. I'm guessing it's been about fiveteen minutes since we got stuck. Emily would be expecting me right about now. I try to start the car, but fail miserably. There's nothing to do but wait out the storm. Then I'll have to walk to La Push. I don't know how I can manage it. It's at least four miles from here. It's going to get dark soon. Willow could die in that amount of time. I watched this show once called, Survivor Man, I think it said something about cutting out your seat cushions for warmth. I couldn't do that, could I? I silently coo to the little infant, trying to keep her calm through the thunder. Without really thinking I start humming. I don't even know what song it is. I just know that I've heard it been sung to me before. This distracts me for a few minutes. It's so creepy, it sounds so familiar. Willow seems to like it also, a hint of a smile traces her wittle wips. I smile to myself and keep humming.

Soon a car stops in the road, right next to my ditched masterpiece. It's a nice big black truck.

Wait. A. Minute.

What if it's some murderer that kills little innocent girls stuck on the side of the road? No, this has to be a dream. A really screwed up freaky dream.

My heart throbs in my chest. The person leaves their windshield wipers and their lights on. I can see them get out and go around their car towards me. Willow starts crying again, sensing my mood change. I put my head back down on the steering wheel, that way I can't see who ever it is. I really don't want the last thing in my mind to be my murderer's face as he kills me.

The person knocks on my window to my left. I jump, but don't budge. Maybe, if I act dead he'll leave. The knocking get's louder.

"Claire come on, open up the door." A deep husky male voice says from outside. I know this voice. I think.

I slowly turn my head.

The heavens have opened up and rained down soft rose puddles(metaphorically speaking of course.)

I push the door open with all my strength and the man jumps away dodging the swinging door. I pull Willow up against my chest, trying to protect her from the horrible rain.

"Quil?" I say loudly.

"Yeah, come on. Let's get you into the truck." He has to practically yell through the rain. One of his hands reach around to my lower back and we run to the big black vehicle.

He opens the door for me and I jump in. There isn't really much difference in the temperatures. For some reason Quil didn't have the heater on. I watch as he runs back to his side of the truck. He hasn't changed that much in the past year. His hair's different, shorter. It's all spiky and messy. He looks hot with it. Wait, what? I don't think Quil's hot do I?

He slides into the truck and reaches for the one of the nobs and turns up the heater. He's not wearing a shirt. Rain pellets drip of off his body.

"Sorry, that it's not warmer in here." He mumbles under his breath.

"It's okay." I chatter back through my teeth. I laugh at myself. Chattering teeth is kinda funny.

Quil turns around and pulls out a coat from the wedge behind his seat. Willow let's out a whine. I stare down at her and rub one of her cheeks.

I look over at Quil as he hands me the coat. Fear haunts his eyes as he glances down at Willow. Then he returns back to driving.

The soft hum of the car helps keep our silence from being awkward. Quil fidgits in his seat and plays with the ripped strands on his jeans.

"What's with the baby, it's not yours, right?" I can tell it took a lot of him to ask me this. Even the mom's with their babies in their strollers throw me weird glances. Each look they give, says the same. I-feel-so-sorry-for-that-girl. She-has-totally-ruined-her-future. People are too quick to judge. They are born with that trait. It's not really their fault.

Quil doesn't look this way. He looks more afraid and genuinely frightened by me not answering the question fast enough.

"Emily didn't tell you?" I decided to postpone my answer. I still haven't forgiven him for what he did a long time ago.

He looks over at me then stutters out,"n....no," then looks back out at the road trying to keep his focus on driving.

"She's my sister" I'm not going to make him agitated any longer. All the fear in his eyes goes away immediately. You see, Quil's always cared for me.

Well, up until a little more than a year ago.

I can remember the day we ended our friendship. Well, more like I ended our friendship. He was keeping secrets from me, and that's not something I was fond of. So, I threw this huge nasty fit and started telling him about how much of a coward he was, right in front of his friends. I slept in the bathroom for about a week. I was about to go over and apologize but mom told me that a best friend doesn't make you cry this way and that I should just leave him a lone. I knew not to listen to her, but I was so depressed, so I did nothing. Around this time I met Zach, and he really cheered me up. We started dating a few weeks later. You could say I was trying to fill the hole in my chest, but it never did really heal. A few times I star sixty-sevened Quil that way he didn't know it was me. I wouldn't ever say anything. I would just listen to his voice as he kept asking if anyone was there.

This is the first time I have actually seen him in person in soo long. He had been my best friend since I was a baby, so what if I was a little more than happy to see him?

"How's life been?" Quil gruffly asks me as he makes a turn down another road. I know this route by heart. I could drive to Emily's house blindfolded and deaf from the Makah reservation.

"To be honest, this hasn't been one of my better years-" I look down at Willow and go on"-I've been extremely busy taking care of the baby." I said. He was still staring out at the road.

"Why? It's not yours to take care of." He glanced over at me with his deep brown eyes, then proceeded back to focusing on driving.

"Life's not that simple Quil." I chuckled out.

"It should be though." He mumbles back and rubs his chin.

I really didn't know how much Quil knew. Apparently Emily hadn't told him much about what was going on with me. The pine tree air fashioner catches my attention as it sways back and forth.

"How much did Emily tell you?" I take my turn to mumble out.

"Since we're being honest here. The truth is, I didn't want to know much, just that you were alright and safe." He ran a hand through his spiky hair. I had seen him do this before, when he was stressed.

"Oh," was all I said.

"You have a boyfriend right? I think I heard her mention this at one of our bonfires." He looked slightly pained again as small tremors shot through his body.

"We broke up two weeks ago, at the beginning of break." I stare down at the messy floorboard.

"You alright?" He croaks out and looks away out the window to his left.

Honestly I was alright with it. I felt better now that I wasn't tied down to someone. Zach kind of got annoying after a while.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't really a big deal or anything. We didn't like l...love each other or anything that great." I don't know if he knows, but I totally catch him smirking as I say this.

I smile at nothing, probably looking really dorky. Zach was cool, at first. He was a really hilarious person and made me happy all of the time. But I'm pretty sure I was never in love with him. That would have been slightly weird. I had been upset when I met him, he was just kind of a fill in for Quil. And I never thought more of Quil than just as a best friend. I think.

We pull into Emily's house. Her house has changed in the past year. It has a nice big vine growing up the side and has been re-painted. Quil stops the car and watches as I wipe Willow's nose with one of the napkins that was on the seat. She starts crying again, angry at me for cleaning her face. I feel her forehead again. It doesn't feel any better.

"What's wrong with it?" Quil says from the other side of the truck. I find it kind of irritating that Quil calls Willow "it".

"Her name isn't "It". It's Willow." I say through my teeth, trying to keep calm. Lately I have been snapping at everyone for the littlest of things. Like the other day, when one of my annoying friends asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him. He was nice, really. He had only asked me once before, but that was way too much to handle that day. I stood there yelling at him in front of the local convenient store, not even caring that elderlies passed by in their stupid hover rounds. What are they gonna do? Run me over for raising my voice? They probably couldn't hear me anyway.

"She has a fever." I say quietly.

"Oh." He says as he opens up his door and jumps out.

I watch as he runs over to get my door. Such gentlemanliness. Ha, yeah right, Quil, a gentleman? What has gotten into that boy in the past year?

"Thanks." I say then use his shoulder to help me climb out of the truck.

The rain has let up and is now just a small sprinkle. The air smells fresh and crisp. Quil walks ahead of me towards the front porch. I remember spending summers here eating popsicles on the porch swing with a few of Quil's friends.

I bounced Willow around while Quil rang the doorbell. A girl that looked to be about eightteen opened the door. She had her cell phone up to her ear. She looked me up and down then went back to talking on her cell. She was judging me for a potential threat. Total blonde. Quil stepped through and I fallowed after him. The girl sauntered upstairs trying to empress Quil.

"That was Embry's girlfriend, Angel." He whispered in my ear.

"She seemed nice." I whispered back sarcastically.

"Yeah, stay away from her, she's been known to bitch." He rolled his eyes. Apparently Embry was a womanizer.

I could hear a whole bunch of people laughing from the kitchen.

"Did I come at a bad time?" I asked Quil as we started towards the voices.

"No, just the normal dinner. We got a few more members of the pa-group." He stuttered as he walked ahead of me.

"Oh yeah, your "Police of La Push" gang. All the kids were talking about it at school. It's the new thing to gossip about." I chuckled out. Quil laughs with me.

We head into the kitchen. There are a whole lot of people here. A few of them I recognize as Quil's friends. One boy looks oddly familiar. I think we used to sit in the library together for lunch. Unpopular geeks, that's what happens. I could have been popular. But everyone knew that Quil hung out with me. They were afraid for their lives. In the past year I had lived up to my popularity, sense I lost my shadow. Emily walked towards me. She smiled and put here arms out for a hug.

"Sweetheart, we missed you!" She practically screamed, making all of the boys heads turn.

One word....em-barr-ass-ing.

A/N: I hope my character development of Claire was alright. I tend to worry about the littlest things. Sorry if my spelling is terrible. Without proper spell check, I feel hopeless. Feel free to ask me any questions in your review. Don't worry, I take all comments, so don't be afraid to judge. I'm not like going to come out of your computer and eat you. Ya get what I'm sayin?

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