A/N: Okay, people. I have never done a Quil X Bella and I don't know much about Quil, so I'll have to refer back to the books, but I thought it'd be something cool to do, since I read a Quil X Bella last night and it was an awesome idea. So, be gentle in your reviews.

Also, Bella will be pretty OOC because my Art of Cinema teacher mentioned today when asked "Do you like the Twilight movies?" that Bella should be punched in the face for having to be saved every five minutes(:

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters.

P.S. I made up Jacob's middle name and Quil's mom's name and appearance.

Bella POV

Jacob Isaac Black – my best friend and my personal sun; the boy who put me back together before I became unfixable. He's been so important to me these past few months, it's almost shocking that he would yell at me and send me away. Then again, nothing really shocks me anymore. When Charlie tried to send me off to live with Renee again, that didn't shock me – it didn't hurt me. I know that I'm a catatonic mess of a person; a shell of her former self. But, how can I be happy when the two boys that I love most in the world have all but deserted me?

I sigh, watching the stone I've just thrown skip across the relatively calm ocean. I can see the dark, menacing clouds in the distance and the white caps as well, but neither have reached the shore yet – I estimate that I have another half hour before the heavens open up and relinquish all of their tears onto the sad and lonely. [ A/N: I love that metaphor. ] Sadly, I will be one of those people that Heaven's tears fall upon. Sighing again, I look down at the sand around me and find that I have no more stones to throw. Frowning, I look around for another place to sit that has more stones, but instead of finding my stones, I find Quil, Jacob's friend – when he was actually normal, that is.

"Hey!" Quil shouts, hoping to stop me before I get up and move away. He jogs over to me, his eyes dark with worry. "Hey," he says, slightly breathless, "Look, about what Jacob said…" I hold up my hand, shaking my head and staring up at him. I've never really noticed until now that Quil is very handsome – when I first met him, he had a little bit of acne and a higher voice, but now his skin is clean and clear and his voice is husky and strong. "If Jacob feels like I need to know that he didn't mean what he said, he can come and tell me himself," I grind out, my teeth clenched. Quil bites his lip and shrugs, "Don't shoot the messenger."

I sigh again, sitting back down on the log and staring out at the ocean. "Why would he say that to me, Quil?" I whisper as he sits down next to me, "Why does no one want me?" I feel hot tears begin to drip from my eyes, but they're not tears of sorrow – they're tears of anger. I suddenly slam my pale knuckles into the side of the log, ignoring the horrific 'CRACK' as two of my knuckles break. Quil wraps an arm around my shoulders and lays his head on top of mine, quietly inspecting my hand with gentle fingers. He sighs after a few seconds of silence, "You need your knuckles reset and bandaged. Come on – my mom can do it." I nod, unable to say anything as white hot anger boils in my veins.

"Ma!" Quil shouts when we finally get to his house. I road piggy-back most of the way, so I quickly hop down when Quil's mother walks out onto the front porch. She's a thin woman with a curvy figure and long, beautiful black hair. Her eyes are slate gray, in a shocking contrast to her darkly tanned skin. I smile at the sweet-faced woman as she rushes up to us, embracing me. "Oh, Bella! I've heard so much about you!" She pulls back to inspect me and grins before looking at her son, "You weren't lyin', Quil. She's quite beautiful." My cheeks burn red and I glance at Quil from the corner of my eyes, giggling when I see that he's blushing, too. "Come on, Ma, let her go!" he laughs, trying to play off the situation. Quil's mother lets go of my shoulders and smiles at me. "Since you don't know my name, I guess I should go on and tell ya' then – I'm Amelia, Quil's mom." I smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amelia." She grins, delighted with my reply and elbows Quil sharply in the side. "Quite a catch ya' go here, Quil!"

Amelia suddenly gasps and gently grabs a hold of my wrist, inspecting my knuckles. Without asking any questions, she tells me to follow her into the house and she'd "patch me right up". She sits me on the edge of the tub and goes to get a first aid kit from the kitchen. Quil sits on the toilet seat next to me, threading his fingers through mine; I look at him questioningly. "Ma isn't exactly gentle when she resets bones – it'll hurt like hell at first, but once she splits it, it'll feel much better." I nod and look at my hand, which is outstretched over the tub, ready for peroxide. I don't notice until now that it's throbbing and very painful, and I can't help but to think that I'm an idiot for punching a log just because I was angry.

When Amelia returns, she holds a large bottle of peroxide and a roll of bandages. She sits on the edge of the tub and pours the peroxide over the scrapes and ugly bruises on my knuckles. I cringe, feeling the sand and dirt in my wounds bubble out and run down into the tub. Amelia glances at the way I'm clutching Quil's hand and then glances at my face, her fingers gently probing my hand. I know not to look, so I just look into her beautiful grey eyes. "I'm not going to count to three, or anything like that. It'll hurt at first, but then it'll –" I scream as she pops my bones back into place. Quil wraps his arms around me and I squeeze my eyes shut, stopping the hot tears of pain from trailing down my face. I concentrate on the way Quil smells – he smells like the forest; like the rich earth and the husky bark of the trees. I can't help but to take a deep breath, to which he chuckles at.

"You're all fixed up now, Bella," Amelia says as she sits back, admiring her work. I smile, thanking her quietly and examining my almost immobile hand as she goes to replace the first aid kit. Quil smiles at me, standing and gently pulling me with him. "Ma is a nurse at the local clinic, so she knows how to get patients to calm down. I'm surprised she used that one on you – she usually asks what your favorite band is, what your favorite colour is, how your parents are; that type of stuff. If she used the comforting one on you, she must like you." Quil smiles down at me and presses his slightly chapped lips to my forehead, "I'm proud of you." I look up at him, confused. He grins and replies simply, "You didn't cry – that takes guts when you're a chick." I smack him upside the head, laughing – really laughing – for the first time in weeks. I think I can get used to being around Quil…

A/N: So, how is it? Be honest! I know I don't have the best writing skills in the world and this was made more difficult by the fact that I barely know anything about Quil. Jee, thanks Stephanie Meyer. So, Read & Review!

Word count: 1352

Pages: 2