Author's Note:
I am soooo excited! This is my first Claire/Quil story and I hope everyone likes it. I have seen a lot of Quil and Claire love stories that start when she is like fifteen or sixteen. I have to admit, I am a sucker for those, but I figured I would try something in my story that I haven't seen before. What if Claire left as a child? And came back as an adult?
Let me know your thoughts on it... and I predict many more chapters to come! Review and Suggest away!
Thanks!
I do not own any of these characters, Stephanie does. *Tear*
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. - Rush, Freewill
Prelude
7-year-old Claire wailed wildly, flailing her copper arms in every direction as the tears streamed down from her chocolate eyes. She hit her dad, desperate to defeat him and run back to the small cottage, where everyone that ever meant anything to her were, solemn expression's crossing all their faces as well. Her mom's anxious attempts at comforting Claire would not succeed; they never would. Claire would never forgive them for this.
They had only done what any parent in their right mind would do. Claire's dad, Brian, worked as a physical therapist, and he had been recently let go of his position. Claire's mother, Diane, didn't work because she had gotten pregnant with Claire's older sister, Laura, when she was seventeen. She never went to college. So both without paying jobs, what do parents do? Move to find a new one. And that was the very thing that they were doing. Moving. Away.
Laura, now eleven, four years older than Claire, was excited for the change, envisioning some exotic place with palm trees or skyscrapers. But Claire, on the other hand, was devastated. She would leave her loving Aunt Emily, goofy 'pack' boys, and her precious Quil. He had been there for as long as she could remember. And now, she was leaving them all behind in La Push, with only a promise to visit.
She would never forget the grim look on Quil's face as he gave her one last hug. She told herself it would be impossible, but she thought she saw glistening tears resting on the tear ducts in his eyes. After the group of embraces that Claire dished out to all the large boys and Emily, her parent's carefully wrenched her away from the goodbyes. She started to protest, acting with her last efforts to convince them to stay, so her father threw her skinny body over his shoulder. The last face she saw before the cottage door shut behind her was the one person that she was sure she would miss every second they were apart. Quil.