A/N: Hi! I don't know what the interest level really is for Twilight fanfiction right now…I feel like I'm a little late jumping on the bandwagon! But regardless, I feel like writing and if any readers enjoy it that's a plus. This story is rated M for language, violence, and sexuality. Nothing too dark, but I like to be safe. This story will be mainly from Claire's POV though I may do a few chapters in Quil's POV later on.

Also: I am really influenced by music and will be naming each chapter after a song that I get inspiration from. I will include a snippet of the lyrics that inspired me at the beginning of the chapter too. I may also include a link to a youtube playlist of the songs I use if anyone is interested. Okay long author's note is over I promise!

Happy reading! :)

Remember Me

Chapter 1: Perfect Two

Cause you're the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And we're the perfect two

-Perfect Two by Auburn

I didn't want to go home. Going home meant trying to fall asleep in my cold, narrow bed alone. Without Quil. If only he would let me stay a little longer, I could pretend I was too tired to make the short journey back to my house. I just needed to distract him for a little while more…

"Claire. I think it's time for you to head back." Quil's deep voice permeated my thoughts. I glanced up at him and frowned when I noticed his teasing grin.

"But Quil it's only 10:30!"

"It's a school night remember? I know how you need your beauty sleep."

I couldn't help the annoyed huff that escaped my lips. "But I absolutely hate school."

Of course I remembered there was school tomorrow. School was pretty much the bane of my teenage existence. Was I a tad dramatic? Yes, but then again what's life without a little drama? Quil reached across the coffee table where a mess of cards were strewn about—the aftermath of our intense game of Speed—and pinched my cheek.

"Oh Claire-bear you're so darn cute when you whine.

Urghh. I was hoping he would think of me as more of the sexy, sultry type. Claire-bear and cute were not what I was going for these days. I scowled and slapped his gigantic, albeit perfect hand away from me.

"I thought you agreed that when I turned seventeen you would come up with a new, grown-up nickname for me. Like Cece or Claire-divine!"

Quil snorted. "Claire-divine? Seriously?"

I couldn't keep myself from matching his adorable grin. He was too damn cute for his own good. "Well…" I continued, "There's always Claire-with-the-amazing-derriere. Kind of a ring to it don't you think?"

Quil's booming laugh was the only response I got. Mission accomplished. He was as distracted as ever and the night was getting darker. Only a half hour or so longer and I could feign tiredness and hopefully end up tucked into Quil's bed where I wanted to be. Hell, Quil's bed was where any hot-blooded teenage girl would want to be. I let out a sigh as I imagined what sort of mischief we could get into if I actually ended up there.

"Uhh Claire?"

Shit. Quil-fantasies are for alone time, remember? "Ye-yea?"

Quil raised a perfectly arched brown eyebrow at me. "Why are you blushing like that?"

Because I'm imagining you having your dirty way with me? "It's you know…really uh hot in here." Quil stared at me like I was crazy. "I mean maybe we should turn on a fan or something?" I concluded lamely.

Quil shrugged. "As you command Claire-divine."

I smiled weakly, still embarrassed at being caught fantasizing about him. Not that he knew I was thinking about him in that way of course.

"Hope this cools you down." The faint breeze of a fan hit my face as Quil plopped it down on the table in front of me with a devilish grin on his face. And if that wasn't enough, he winked before moving back to his side of the table.

I pretty much died. So maybe he did know what I was thinking.

"Thanks." I cringed at how high pitched my voice sounded. "You know, we could play another game if you want?"

Quil eyed me across the table and smirked. It made me want to rip his clothes off. Good thing I had self-control huh?

"Claire, you're not fooling anyone. It's time to go home."

"But Quil—"

"Nope. School night means early night!"

I sighed dramatically, but knew I had lost. Quil could be such a fucking mom when he wanted to be. I mean, I knew he was technically more than a decade older than me, but physically and let's face it, mentally he was barely past twenty. That meant we should be equals right?

I watched as Quil lifted himself off the floor and couldn't prevent the sharp intake of breath when his shirt rode up a little, exposing his lower abdominal muscles. Must. Prevent. Drool. From. Escaping. His large hand suddenly appeared in front of my face and I stared at it like a moron.

"C'mon Claire-bear, I'll take you home."

Finally I began processing thoughts through my mashed-potato brain. I grabbed his hand and was pulled to my feet as if I weighed no more than a little kid. Not that I was large or anything, but still. Quil's wolf-man strength was still surprising sometimes. And also hot.

I didn't let go of Quil's hand as I brought my face closer to his. "I'm just so thankful I have you to watch out for my academic well-being. I mean what would I do without you?"

Quil smiled impishly down at me. "Oh you'd be fine. A brain-dead drop-out maybe, but totally fine."

"Well without me you would probably be Embry's girlfriend by now. I mean you guys are just so cute together—Quil!"

I was suddenly hanging upside down with Quil's arms wrapped securely around my upper thighs. Fortunately for me this resulted in a wonderful vantage point to view his once again slightly exposed six-pack up close.

Holy crap. So this is what heaven will be like…

Before I could reach out and touch or y'know maybe innocently, and of course accidently lick Quil's stomach, he wiggled me around. "Take it back or you'll be staying this way for the rest of the night."

Was that a promise?

"Just because you can't admit your love for Embry doesn't mean you have to take it out on poor, innocent me!"

Quil laughed and flipped me over until I was facing him. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped his broad shoulders for support.

"This is why you need to stay in school. Your young brain still has so much developing to do. Can't even understand the mature, completely heterosexual relationship I have with my pack brothers."

"Mature? You just hung me upside down like I was a baby orangutan!" I was grinning like a fool, but I didn't care. Being so physically close to Quil would probably be the highlight of my week.

"Well you do kind of look like one don't you?"

I pulled my best monkey face and elicited some very unmanly giggles from Quil. "I think I'm more the chimpanzee-type, but whatever you say…"

Quil looked at me with his characteristic warm, adoring expression that I knew he reserved just for me. I wanted to sigh in pleasure when he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "Claire you know you don't look anything like a monkey."

"But you just said—"

He chuckled. "I just think you're capable of making some of the weirdest expressions I have ever seen on a human face, but that's as far as it goes in terms of monkey-resemblance."

"You have such a way with flattery." I let out an overly-dramatic swoon for effect.

"I'm so glad you think so." He winked for the second time that night and I realized I was in serious danger of going into some form of cardiac arrest. Damn his stupid sexy wolf winks.

Quil must have felt my sudden increase in heart-rate seeing as our chests were only inches from touching and his eyes widened a little.

Uh-oh. Time's up.

Quil cleared his throat. "Well…uh I think you've dragged this out long enough. Let's get going."

He slowly began to release his grip on my legs and I unhooked them from around his waist. I just couldn't help that I slid as slowly and as closely down the length of his body before my feet hit the floor though. I may have been imagining it, but it sounded as if his breath hitched when I came into contact with a certain region of his anatomy.

1 point for Claire-bear.

"Ok fine. Let's go Cruella de-Quil." I grinned cheekily and started to walk toward the door. I could sense him following close behind me.

He held the door open as I walked through. "You know I hate that nickname. And that stupid Dalmatian movie."

I gasped in mock horror as we made our way toward his pick-up truck. "One hundred and one Dalmatians is a Disney classic!"

"Dalmatians are lame and they don't do anything. Like can they even kill shit?"

"They're dogs not wolves Quil."

"Obviously." He smirked as he started up the truck and began the short drive down the road to my house. I couldn't help, but smile contentedly. Things always felt so right when I was with Quil. My protector, my best friend, and maybe sometime soon, he would be more than that.

I glanced over at him. "Quil?"

"Yea?"

"You're y'know, my imprint right?"

Quil stiffened a little before responding. "Yea you know that Claire."

Quil had told me about imprinting on my sixteenth birthday. About how he we were connected by some mythical bond thing that made him want to constantly protect me and be my friend forever. He hadn't elaborated much beyond that, but I knew that imprinting wasn't strictly platonic. Sam and Emily, Paul and Rachel, Jared and Kim…they were all evidence of that.

After repeatedly asking Emily about it she had finally caved and told me that imprinting meant that Quil and I could eventually have a romantic relationship if we wanted it. But only if I wanted it to happen. Otherwise we could just stay friends forever.

I never discussed it much with Quil because I was afraid it would freak him out and he would treat me like I was that little brat in the 4th grade again which just plain sucked. But that didn't mean I didn't think about when the time would come that Quil would become more than just my best friend. Hell, I thought about it constantly these days. Hence this ill-timed, awkward conversation I was currently engaging in.

"Well, I just was wondering something about imprinting."

Quil's grip on the steering wheel visibly tightened. He seemed nervous, which was in turn making me nervous. "What do you want to know?"

What the fuck did I want to know?

"Uh…well…" A million questions flooded my brain.

Do you think of me as a soulmate? Do you love me—not like how you normally say you love me, but like are you in love with me? Do you think I'm sexy like I think you're sexy? Do you want to have some cuddly half-wolf babies with me?

Thank god none of that actually came out of my mouth. Instead I played it safe. "I thought being your imprint meant that I can tell you what to do and you'll listen to me. But here I am forced to go home early and attend seven hours of the most boring classes known to man."

Quil finally appeared to relax. "Imprinting means that I keep your best interests in mind. However, sometimes your best interests are not in line with what you want to do."

He looked over at me grinning. "Like skipping school for example. Obviously, it would be wrong of me to deny you the privilege of getting an education."

"God then what is the point of being an imprint if I don't get anything out of it?"

"Well you get me so I think that's fair enough."

I tried to laugh as if I thought it was all just one big funny joke, but my body warmed at the unintended connotation of his words. I got him. I GOT QUIL ATEARA. Imprinting was kind of amazing really.

All too soon I heard the familiar crunch of gravel as we pulled up into my short driveway. I glanced at the small, faded blue house and noticed a light on in the living room. My older sister Riley was home and likely watching another episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians or Jersey Shore or whatever useless, pathetic crap that she called television was on at this time.

"Goodnight Claire. I'll pick you up from school tomorrow if you want?"

I brightened up considerably at the suggestion. "Really? That would be great."

"Okay then. I'll see you at 2:30." Quil reached over and pulled me into his side for a brief hug. I breathed in his woodsy scent as deeply as I could. It would have to last me for another 14 hours or so.

"Night Quil. Love you."

He squeezed me even tighter. "Love you too Claire-bear."

I hopped out of the passenger side and made my way into the house. Sure enough, Riley was lounging out on the sofa, painting her nails some deep violet color, while her eyes stayed glued to the TV. Oh the joys of being a 21-year-old, already graduated from high-school.

"Can you take the trash out Claire? I don't want to ruin my nails."

I groaned. "I just got home Ry! Couldn't you have done it earlier?"

She unlocked her gaze from the TV long enough to glare at me. "Well maybe if I wasn't slaving away at the clinic, I would have had time. Just like you have time to hang out with Quil constantly and I don't say anything about it."

Guilt rushed through me as I realized the truth of her words. Riley had sacrificed a lot so that I didn't have to work a job while in high school. Ever since our parents had died in a car accident five years ago Riley gave up her dreams of college to stay in La Push with me. Initially we had lived with my Aunt Emily and Uncle Sam, but Riley grew tired of what she called "mooching off of our relatives" and decided we needed to make it on our own. The small two bedroom cottage that my parents had kept in La Push for use during the summer months became our permanent home and my sister started working as a medical assistant at the health clinic on the reservation to help pay the bills.

"You're right. I'll do it." After finishing up with the trash, I went back to my room for the night. As I lay in bed, I couldn't keep my thoughts from drifting to Quil.

What was he doing right now? Probably eating for the millionth time that day. I stifled a giggle as I imagined him slathering peanut butter and jelly on top of Ego waffles as he was known to do.

It tastes delicious! He would tell me when I pulled my gag face. Sure. Just like when he told me that dill pickle slices plus scrambled eggs and barbecue sauce on toast made a tasty snack. I started calling him Quil-pickles after that incident.

And yet weird wolf eating habits aside, he was the most amazing best friend I could ever ask for. Quil almost never asked me what was wrong because he just knew from my facial expression. Quil played Speed and Slapjack and Egyptian Ratscrew with me for hours just because he knew I had a borderline crazy competitive streak that would not be satiated until I had beaten him at least once in each game. Quil pushed me to do my homework and study, but then picked out the best action movies to watch once I had exerted my brain enough for the day.

Quil was perfect for me.

And I was in love with him.

If only he would freaking admit he loved me too, then we could play strip poker instead of slapjack. I'm sure my competitive nature would go well with that sort of activity.

I indulged in that little fantasy scenario for about 20 minutes before I decided it was time to formulate a plan of action. The objective was simple enough: get Quil to admit that he wanted to kiss me as badly as I wanted to do the same to him. And then make him act on that urge. However, the method of getting Mr. Overprotective Quil-pickle to stop seeing me as fucking Claire-bear was not so simple.

He would probably just look at me like I was crazy and tell me it was "in my best interest" to stop dry humping his leg. Which I would so totally do. I mean have you seen Quil's leg?

Regardless I made a vow to myself before I drifted off to sleep that tomorrow would be the day I did something about the fact that I was completely in love with my best friend. Tomorrow we would start the romantic-soulmate phase of our imprint.

That's the spirit. Quil won't know what hit him!

Too bad I had no clue that tomorrow was the day fate would royally screw mine and Quil's lives over. Silly Claire-bear.

A/N: Sooo what did you guys think? I would love to hear from you! This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fic so any advice and constructive criticism would be great! THANK YOU :)