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Chapter I – The familial decision

CPOV

I couldn't believe what I heard. We were leaving. We were leaving La Push and we were going to France for my mother's work. It couldn't be possible.

Last week, Alma, my beloved sister and I found our parents acted like they didn't want us to hear what they said to each other. Now we understood why. We were all in the kitchen around the table eating a delicious meal my mother made and we made jokes and laughed as usual. After the dessert, my parents looked quickly at each other and my father cleared his throat. Alma and I automatically stopped talking and looked at him silently. We knew well that when he acted like that it meant we were going to have a familial talk. Alma rolled her eyes and I sighed. My father smiled and said:

"I know girls you don't like when we have a familial talk, but trust me it's important" The way he looked at my mother suddenly worried me a little. I had a bad feeling and I was right.

"We didn't want to tell you this good news before we were sure but now we can tell you that your mother has been hired in a big company and she's going to change of work"

"Gee mum! It's great! Congratulations!" My mother smiled and I kissed her on her cheek but I still had this bad feeling. I couldn't help myself. I asked the question while Alma was smiling and hugged her.

"Where is your new job?" Again they looked at each other quickly and my mother answered "In Lyon, in France. I was hired in big company in Lyon and I'm supposed to start in two months. You two would just finish your school year and we'll all move during the school holidays. I know it will be hard for you but it's a great opportunity for me and it's a chance I can't miss" My sister and I were stunned. We started to say something and protest but my father held his hand and we already knew that we had lost this fight.

I went quickly into my room, closed the door and sat on the edge of my bed. My hands shook a little and my heart beat a little too fast.

Someone knocked on my door. It was Alma of course. My beautiful sister entered in my room silently and sat on my bed in front of me. She crossed her legs and sighed.

"Are you all right?" she asked me with a little smile. "I don't know" And it was true I really didn't know. A part of me was thinking that it was great news and trying to see the chance we had to go to a foreign country and the other part of me never imagined we could leave La Push, our friends, our family and for me… Quil.

Quil… how could I ever leave him? How will he react when he'll know?

"I don't want to go" Alma told me. "I'm going to ask Mum and Dad to stay here at Gram's. I've got only one year left before college and I hope they'll understand I can't leave right now. I hope Grandma will be okay too" she whispered her last sentence.

I looked at my sister. Of course, she was right, it was a good idea and for her it was the best solution because she already knew where she would like to go in college and what kind of skills she would like to study. Plus she had a boyfriend and I supposed she absolutely didn't want to leave him. If Grandma was okay to keep Alma during one entire year, it probably worked for my parents. But it meant too that she wouldn't come in France with us and I would be alone. Maybe I could ask my parents to stay here at Gram's too or at Emily and Sam's house.

"Do you think Grandma will accept me too? Alma frowned a little and answered "honestly I don't know. I even haven't asked for myself yet. I know Grandma and Grandpa will be happy to keep us with them but I'm not sure Dad agrees. But if you want, we could ask them together, allright?" I nodded.

I heard the sound of my cell phone warning me I had a message. I took the phone and read it. It was Quil. My heart clenched a little.

"Hi Claire. Don't forget the bonfire tomorrow night in First Beach. Ask your parents if you can stay at Emily and Sam's place for the night. I'll come and pick you up at 4:30 pm. Goodnight. Quil"

I read the text 2 or 3 times without thinking when I realised my sister was staring at me curiously. She said:

"Was it Quil?" I nodded. "What will you tell him about our moving?" I looked at her and noticed unconsciously that she used the words "our moving". I shrugged and answered "I really don't know. I'll think about it tomorrow because tonight I'm exhausted" She pouted a little, smiled and stood up of the bed. Before closing my bedroom door she said: "Night sister" and I waved to her.

I put my pyjama, brushed my teeth and my hair. Then I went downstairs to say goodnight to my parents. They were watching TV silently. I kissed them and before leaving the room, I said:

"Do you remember tomorrow night there's a bonfire in First Beach with the pack?" They looked at me and nodded. "Can I stay at uncle Sam and Aunt Emily's place for the night tomorrow?"

"Of course hon you can. I'll call Emily tomorrow morning to confirm. Okay?

"Okay. Quil is supposed to come and pick me up at 4:30 pm and he will let me at Emily's house probably before midnight"

"Sounds good. Ok. Goodnight sweetheart"

"night" I left

This night in my bed, I didn't sleep well at all. I thought about Quil and I felt my heart wringing and suddenly I felt the tears slowly running along my cheeks. Of all the things and people I could think and probably regret to leave Quil was the only one I never imagined I could leave. He had always been by my side and I always could tell him everything about me. He was my best friend. I saw him almost every day. I barely imagined not seeing him at all. I realised even if I preferred keeping it secret deeply in my heart that I was in love with him and now I've got the impression to abandon him and inside of me I felt abandoned myself by him. Sort of. It was too hard to believe I could do that to both of us and I felt miserable. My lungs were burning and I tried to suppress my sobs in my pillow because I didn't really want my parents to hear me cry. I tossed and turned in my bed again and again thinking and crying. After a long time, exhausted, I fell in an unconscious and dreamless sleep.

QPOV

It was 3:00 am when I came back home from patrolling. The territory was quiet at that moment and Jake wasn't too hard and strict with us. So he let us coming back home to sleep without making annoying meetings.

Before sliding under the cover of my bed I checked my cell phone and saw Claire didn't answer to my message. Weird. Usually she answered each time even if my messages seemed to be stupid or let me appear overprotective to her. I planned to call her tomorrow before coming and picking her up.

When I woke up this morning I felt strange with a bad feeling in my mind. I couldn't remember what it was exactly but I was pretty sure I had a nightmare. A nightmare about Claire and I was frustrated because I couldn't remember it. Still feeling dizzy I took a shower and tried to chase my thoughts away.

My bad dream would have been acted on my mood because I was grumpy all day at the garage with my friends. After telling off Embry for another time, Jake finally stood in front of me, hands on his hips. I looked at him and a little too aggressively I snapped:

"What?"

"What's going on?" he told me with a sigh

"Nothing" I answered with a little more casual voice.

"Look man, you're bawling us out each minute for nothing; you act like an idiot and a jerk with us. At least tell us why. What did we do to you?"

I sighed. I felt bad because they're my best friends and even if I am frustrated and grumpy it wasn't their fault at all. I apologised "Sorry guys. I really don't know why I felt so bad. I did a nightmare I'm pretty sure it was about Claire and I was unable to remember it. It let me a very bad feeling and it bothers me. I can't do anything about it"

"Don't worry Quil it was just a nightmare. Is she going tonight with us?" Jake asked. I nodded and I remembered that she didn't confirm her presence. "She didn't write me back. I call her"

As soon as I said that, my phone rang. It was Claire. A little relieved I picked up the phone, smiling.

"Hi Claire"

"Hi Quil" I frowned. Her voice wasn't like usual. She seemed…different. A little worried again, I asked her "Are you allright?"

"Yes" she answered rapidly and kept on talking "I just called to say I forgot to answer your message last night. I'm sorry I was tired. I'll come of course and I'll wait for you at 4:30 pm. Mum and Dad agree and I'll stay at Emily's tonight after the bonfire"

"Ok that's great. Claire, are you sure you're okay? You seem sad. Is something wrong?"

"No everything's fine. I'm okay. I see you later. Bye" and she hang off.

"Bye" I wasn't sure she heard my answer. Ok. Definitely it was weird. My nightmare, Claire sad voice and strange behaviour. Something wasn't turning right and I was officially worried about my Claire. I snapped the phone, raised my head and saw Jake and Embry staring at me.

"I know what you're going to say. I'm worried for nothing. She's only a teenager…but trust me guys there's something wrong. I can feel it" Embry rolled his eyes. "Ok Quil, listen. You have to stop right now. Claire's fine right? So get a grip man. It's not the first nightmare you made and it won't be the last you'll make. Claire is coming tonight and you could see with your own eyes that everything is okay. So please, could you just start working again and stop worrying because you're getting on my nerves!"

"Thanks for your support Embry!"

"You're welcome bro, it's free! And you know me, you can always depend on me to put yourself in the right way" he smirked and took the keys of the car he just finished to repair. Jake looked at me with a little smile. As he was imprinted on Nessie several years ago he understood better than Embry my worries about Claire. He said nothing, shook his head and smiled weakly at me. I knew he understood but still I tried to focus on my work and stop saying anything about Claire or about my nightmare.

After work I came home, took a short shower and changed clothes before taking my car and went to Claire's. There was about one hour between my place and Claire's house so I put music loud in order to avoid thinking of my worries.

CPOV

I woke up around noon. A little dizzy and tired. My parents were at work and my sister wasn't home, probably at her boyfriend's. I was all alone in the house and I felt empty. My parents let a note in which they wished me to enjoy the bonfire with Quil and the pack. Quil… he will be there in couple of hours and I still didn't know how I could tell him about the moving. I went into the kitchen but I wasn't hungry so I went upstairs to the bathroom and took a long and warm shower. While I get dressed I was thinking of well… Quil of course.

Crap! I forgot to call him back yesterday. Knowing him as I knew him I was pretty sure he was worried about me. I always answered to his messages. It became a kind of game between us. Did I tell you Quil was a little overprotective with me? No? He was. For instance, sometimes when he drove me home he stopped at the beginning of the alley and I finished alone the twenty meters left until my house. And each time he sent me a text to say things like "be careful" or "Don't run, don't fall" or worst "send me a message when you're home" As if something dangerous could happen to me in the little distance I had to do alone! That was ridiculous so each time I texted back to him things like "stop being silly" or "Crap! I'm arrived…alive" or "I was attacked by an infuriated snail but luckily I could escape before he bites me" But the truth was even if I teased him, I always answered. But yesterday under the emotional stroke of our future departure I forgot. I took my cell phone and dialled Quil's number I knew by heart. I tried to control my heartbeat which was becoming faster as long as I was waiting for his answer. And then, I heard:

"Hi Claire" his voice was so quiet and I tried to speak casually

"Hi Quil" but the second I said hi I knew my voice wasn't as casual as I would have wanted it to be. He noticed of course and asked:

"Are you all right?" Crap! As I did each time I was nervous I spoke faster, sometimes too fast.

"Yes" and added without letting him time to interrupt and question me more "I just called to say I forgot to answer your message last night. I'm sorry I was tired. I'll come of course and I'll wait for you at 4:30 pm. Mum and Dad agree and I'll stay at Emily's tonight after the bonfire" I hoped he didn't notice how nervous I was. He answered:

"Ok that's great" But before I said something else he added "Claire, are you sure you're ok? You seem sad. Is something wrong?"

Crap! He did notice. It was annoying when someone knew you so much that you even couldn't try to hide something from him even at the phone. (Curse myself to be an open book) Yet again I spoke quickly in order to cut the conversation off "No everything's fine. I'm ok. I see you later. Bye." and I snapped the cell phone. Maybe he answered something but I wasn't sure.

I sighed. Something told me that tonight won't be an enjoying party as usual. Quil was worried I could feel it. I decided not telling him the truth before the end of the bonfire. It wasn't worth spoiling his evening. I took a deep breath and went downstairs in the kitchen. I made a little sandwich and ate it silently. It was almost 4:30 and Quil was going to be here soon.

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second part. I hope you'll like it...