A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Harry Potter fans, and people on fiction press, please read my other new stories!
This is for 'Olivia'. Please review, everyone! :P
Quil Ateara was bored. All his mates were at some stupid party he couldn't go to. The streets were eerily quiet – it seemed like the whole of La Push was there.
So Quil was storming through town, looking for something, anything, to do. Anything to stop him being so. Damn. Bored.
There. Sitting on the slide, notebook in her hand, frowning thoughtfully. She wasn't something to do, but she looked like she'd be interesting to talk to.
And he was right. Her name was Olivia. She was a bit shy at first, but once she got over that, she never shut up. Quil was told about her cats, her school, her friends, her hobbies, and heard her hysterical laugh more than once.
They stayed there talking until it got dark. Just talking. He eventually had to leave, but he promised he'd be back.
And he was. Every single day. Because he'd just met his soul mate.