Sequel to Protect Her and Love Her. Quil and Claire have escaped from the past-- mostly. They are trying to fit in at college and find themselves and each other.
This will be fluffy, mostly. Some angst, of course. go read the prequels first. and enjoy. i don't own quil. poor me. review. please please PLEASE review.
2. Chapter 2
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We are exhausted.
This is much harder than either of us expected. Claire has hours of homework a night and I’m working my butt off to pay the bills and rent.
But it’s worth it, of course. I want her to be happy and successful, and my goodness she will be.
It was nine at night, and I was stuffing my face. It was Friday, and I had to work from ten to four at a bar. Not that I minded. It was a good job, fun. The people were nice, and the music was great. I loved music. Always had, back in the days that I was a skirt-chasing fifteen-year-old boy, and always will.
It was just that I was a little tired. The reason I was eating at nine was that I had just gotten back from overtime at my nine to six shift at the movie complex.
Being a werewolf means no leaving the reservation means no college means crappy jobs when you do leave.
Which means you have to have a lot of crappy jobs to pay for Claire’s college.
But it’s worth it, of course it’s worth it. Even though I’m tired, I like this life.
It makes sense.
It has a clear path.
I was in charge of myself. I no longer phased, no longer shared every thought with my brothers… and I missed them, of course I missed them, but it was a relief in some ways too.
I’d spent such a long time thinking about myself as Claire’s Quil and Sam’s Quil, divided between her and the pack, that I’d lost myself.
Eventually, I’d go back, at least to visit, but it would never be the same.
That made me sad, but I accepted it. It was time to grow up. I couldn’t be a teenager forever.
It was time to be a man.
I had a family to support, in a way. Claire wanted to be a doctor, and I was sure she would succeed.
Someday, she would make plenty of money. Right now, however, her ambition was merely costing plenty of money.
She worked at an ice cream place on weekends despite my loud protests. “I’m not going to let you do everything for me, Quil,” she’d said, and I knew she was right.
I didn’t have to like it, though.
I did like our life, mostly. Though, still, I hadn’t so much as kissed her, we went out on our rare nights off.
She ran in the door just as I left.
“Hey, sweetheart. See you tomorrow.”
Tomorrow, Saturday, I would sleep from four to noon, then work until six. Then I had two hours off. Then I had to go work again.
My life was over-packed and specifically scheduled, but it was working.
Even though I didn’t get much time with Claire, my favorite thing in the universe, I was doing okay, really.
I allowed myself one more peek at Claire before I sprinted off. She was listening to her iPod, and her long, dark brown hair was bouncing in time to the music…
I ran. In the past, I would have phased and ran from my thoughts, but feet worked just as well, and I needed shoes… and clothes… to go to work.
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