Chapter 1
Another day with Quil
I woke up on morning and realized it was a Saturday. Oh great another day to spend with Quil. I walked out to my kitchen to get some breakfast started. I opened up the fridge and got out the carton of milk along with the cereal on the top of the fridge. I poured the cereal into my bowl and then did the same with the milk.
"Good morning Claire!" I jumped into the air with the carton of milk in my hand. I tuned around to the dinning room to see Quil sitting in one of the chairs.
"How long have you been there?" I asked. Probably something like 4 in the morning. Lately Quil said he hasn't been getting much sleep because he has been running around town for my Uncle Sam. Sometimes he was out till 3 in the morning and then he would come right over to my house.
"Not that long, nut long enough to see you walk out of your room with your hello kitty pajamas."
I looked to down to see what pajamas I was wearing and sure enough I saw little Hello Kitty's all over them. The first thing I did at the thought of Quil seeing me in these pajamas was blush. My face must have been bright red. "I didn't have any other pajamas, they are all in the laundry right now."
He laughed like he didn't believe me, and when he does that I know there is another one of those child hood stories about me coming. "When you were five you were like…"
I cut him off mid-sentence. "Please Quil, not one of those stories this early in the morning. I just woke up for goodness sakes!" He looked at me with a smile on his face like he was remembering something in his head. I hated when he did that, it made me feel so awkward to be around him. I have seen pictures when I was young, and believe me I was not the cutest kid around. I don't even know how Quil could say I was so cute.
I waved my hand in front of his face to get him out of dream mode. I couldn't take the look in is eyes any longer. "I am sorry I was just thinking of the day…" There he goes again.
"What did I tell you, not this early in the morning, remember?" I was starting to get frustrated with him. I always get frustrated with him these days. "Quil, how old are you?" It was a question I had been asking him for years and he always told me the same answer.
"I told you I am 18!" He looked at me with a smile on his face.
"I am not going to believe that! You have been saying that since I learned how to talk. There is no way I am going to take that as an answer." There was always a part of me that wanted to believe his answer because he did look like he was 18 he had never changed over the 14 years I have known him.
When I was two he said he was 18, so in knew he must at least be in his late 20's, because here I am at the age of 16 and he is supposed to be 18. I don't think so. There is seriously something wrong with him. He always acts like this when I bring up our age.
"And how old are you Claire?" Where did that come from? He knew how old I was, I only asked him old he was because he never told.
"Quil why do you have to ask that? You know how old I am!" I prompted. It was like he wanted me to get mad at him.
"How old are you Claire?" He looked at me with a very serious look. This was complete nonsense.
"I am 16 Quil!" I knew he could tell that I was getting angry and when he could tell that he would get up and walk into my room to leave me in peace for only a few minutes. So that is exactly what he did.
When he came back out 5 minutes later, he looked like he had been crying. I had never seen Quil cry before. I got up out of my chair and walked over to him to stop him from pacing to fast in my living room. I walked right in front of him to block his path, "Quil, what's wrong?" That was all I could do, ask him.
"Oh nothing!" He sighed and then started pacing again. This time I just let him pace. He stopped right in front of me, "Jacob went after Bella again. He said this time he is not coming back in till he gets her back and that is never going to happen because she is too in love with Edward."
"I am sure he will come back, you have to just wait. This is nothing to cry over Quil. He just left to get Bella." I had heard things about Bella before and how Jacob was so in love with her but apparently she went and married some other guy named Edward and because she did that she was never aloud to talk to him again. That never stopped Jacob from trying though.
"No, you don't understand Claire! That puts us at risk. Jacob is our best fighter!" What was he talking about? I knew they were all like best friends, but Jacob being the best fighter. This made no since to me. His eyes opened wide. "I have said to much. I have to go Claire. I will be back later today." He walked to the door and walked himself out.
What could he have been talking about? I have heard him say that things like that before. He never went into much detail about what he was talking about though. He said that one day I would find out and then I would know. He said one day he will tell me everything that is going on and everything that has been going on as far as he could remember to one cretin day. He never told me why that one cretin day was so special. He said that that is something I would just have to wait for.
