This is my first fan fic. I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it.
Disclaimer- I do not own any characters, settings, and/or plots; all of which are Stephenie Meyer's.
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What a Girl Wants
I don't know when it started, but for as long as I can remember I have always had Quil. I don't know what it is, but something about him sends off this perpetual feeling of warmth and safety. That feeling has never failed to cheer me up when I am sad.
This is also the first time I can't tell Quil what is on my mind. Since I can remember there was nothing I didn't share with him. I think I have feelings for him that aren't entirely family like. He has always stepped up as a brotherly figure when I didn't have one, but now I want more.
There has always been some mystery about Quil and his friends. They always seem to drop their vices when I enter the room like they were talking about something so secretive that even I couldn't know. Who would I tell even if I did know what they were talking about? I didn't have many friends. I also didn't talk about my home-life with Quil and the guys to the people at school. They would think it was weird that the guys were so much older than me. Quil was my only real friend.
But the worst was definitely that I always feel like Quil is watching me. It wasn't in a stalker, pervish kind of way, but a warm and loving way. But when ever Quil saw that I saw him watching me he would turn his face, but not before I saw a tortured grimace replace his perfect smile. My smile.
I want to know why Quil looks at me like that. Does he have the same feelings as I do? There is only one way to make him notice me, and want me. I have to make him jealous.
At sixteen and a half (yes, I still count in halves and quarters) I haven't ever had a boyfriend. I am the only girl that hasn't been kissed. I haven't even gotten to first base, hell I haven't even started running from home base to first.
My goal is to find a boyfriend to make Quil jealous. Then he'll have no choice but to tell me his feelings; brotherly or not.
