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Plenty of Time

Summary:
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


Notes:
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?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay.”

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?”

“Sure.”

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.

* * *

Quil

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.