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Plenty of Time

Claire just realized her feelings for Quil when there is a fatal accident. Will they pull through together? Told from claire and Quil's piont of veiw Inspired by the For Her series by nightrose

My very first story. Tell me what you think.

2. Chapter 2

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His grin got wider as he pulled me into a tighter hug.

“Um, Quil. I - can’t -breathe.”

“ Oops, sorry…kinda.”

I laughed, out of joy or relief I’m not sure, but it felt good. Then, my mother walked through the door. She knew about Quil. About what he was and how I felt about him. We were close like that.

“Hey,” she said as she walked in. “ I’m gonna fix dinner. Quil would you like to stay?”



Quill eats over a lot, and my mother adores him, and everything he’s done for me. My dad’s not in the picture anymore, and Quil was here for me when that happened.

“ We’re gonna go for a walk.”

“Okay, be back in time for dinner.”

“Kay,” I shouted already halfway out the door. He grabbed my hand as we walked, which was not uncommon, but I felt as though it meant something more now. We walked along the La Push shore line, not saying much. It nice not to have to. After a while, we decided to head back, for my mother’s sake. He stopped me at the doorway.

“Claire, you know what our imprint means, don’t you?”

“Yea, you’ve told me before.”

“ I told you the kid version.”

“Well, then tell me the rest.”

“ I will be whatever you want me to be, I will always be here. But I will always hope we can be a couple. I will never hurt you . In ANY way.”

I smiled, glad he was telling me the truth.

“I told you earlier how I felt, and I don’t think that will ever change.”

“Sometimes I forget hoe young you are. You have wisdom beyond your years.”

“Wow, big vocabulary for a sixteen year old,” I teased.

“Hey, I should be in my thirties now, remember?”

“Yea, I know.

* * *

After dinner, Quill walked home. If my mother noticed something between us, she didn’t say.

“ Claire,” she called from the kitchen,” I’m gonna go to the grocery store, wanna come?”


It way dark and rainy, but I wanted to get put of the house. I threw on my flip flops and ran out the door.

* * *


I was walking the short distance to my house, and regretted my decision to walk when it started raining. I ran the rest of the way home. When I got there, Sam was waiting outside, with the strangest look on his face.

“Quil,” he said. His voice shook. “It’s Claire.”

….Then I phased.