Hey my people! It's Micah, finally! I apologize a million billion times for the wait. I hated not having something up for you guys in the past, almost, month. Just a reminder, this is circa two-three years post Breaking Dawn.

SPOV

Chapter Two
Let's take a Drive

I sat on the edge of a cliff, looking over the Pacific Ocean. It would sound very picturesque if it wasn't the Olympic Peninsula and the water was rough, and it was starting to drizzle. I expected nothing less.

But I would do anything to get out of that house. Mom was always gone. She started dating Charlie. Yuck. I have nothing against the Swans, of course. Charlie's pretty cool, and Bella's awesome. Not that I've seen her much since she left with the Cullens and Jake earlier in the year. But technically she is a Cullen so…where was I again?

Oh right; Mom and Charlie. He's okay, it's just that it's almost been three years since Dad died, and I'm scared for her. He's the chief of police for Christ's sake! So much could happen! But then again, it's Forks. Nothing happens in that small town.

You think I was over doing it? Pfft. No. Leah was, though. She was all pissed about it. She wouldn't even talk to Mom. She was mad that it's not the time yet, and she shouldn't be cheating on Dad that way. I didn't blame her, though. They--she and Dad-- were close.

I heard a rustle in the trees behind me, but paid no mind to it. It could be anything or anybody. I heard high pitched laughter and footsteps moving quickly. Probably some girls from the reservation.

"Can't catch me, Quil!"

Or it could be Quil and Claire. She stumbled out of the forest without seeing me, and hid behind a tree. She had two long brown ponytails, and khaki pants. She was really cute, in a little-girl-I-want-to-pinch-your-cheeks sort of way.

Claire leaned around one side of the tree to look out for Quil. She didn't see him. He was behind her, creeping to get her. He attacked, tickling her sides.

"Quil!" she screeched, falling onto the floor because of her laughter. She tried to choke out more between giggles, but couldn't.

"Get a room!" I yelled, jokingly, at them.

Both looked my way, as if suddenly seeing me for the first time. Then I realized: they did just notice me. Great, now I was invisible.

"Hey, Seth," Quil says, getting up, and pulling Claire to her feet, "didn't see ya there."

"Guess not," I shrugged. I smiled at Claire, "Hey, cutie, how you doing?"

"Good," She smiled, "I'm going shopping with Quil." She said proudly, "We're going awlll the way to Port Angeles."

I nodded, "That's cool,"

Suddenly, her face brightened up, and she tugged on Quil's sleeve. He bent down, and she whispered something into his ear, making him glance slightly at me. He whispered something back, and she giggled and nodded fiercely.

She skipped to me, "Seth, do you wanna come with me and Quil?"

"Me?" I said, "Shucks, kiddo, I don't know. Is it okay with Quil?"

She nodded and smiled widely. I placed a finger on my chin and turned to the sky, pretending to think really hard about it. "Sure," I said, "I'll come."

She danced out of joy, and turned to Quil, making a thumbs-up. I laughed. She was too cute. She grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the trees where Quil waited. "Let's go, Quilly!" She said, pulling him along, too.

"Thanks, man," Quil said in a hushed tone, "I owe you. There was no way I could drag a little kid around the Port Angeles alone."

"I'm surprised her mom and Emily are letting you," I said. They were all terribly worried about letting Quil be alone with Claire.

"They didn't," He shrugged, "I told them I would get someone from the pack to come along. I was thinking I would have to pay someone to lie for me. But now that I got you, that's not necessary."

"What about Embry?" I asked.

"He's out of town." Quil replied, "But it's good you decided to come."

"Quil!" Claire called from ahead of us, "Hurry up!"

"Coming, Claire-Bear," He yelled ahead, quickening his pace. I was able to keep up easily. "Sorry, she gets annoying sometimes. I mean, what are you going to do? Six year olds…" He spoke like a proud father talking about his kid.

"She's adorable," I replied, "Where can I get one?"

"It's called imprinting," Quil said, "Look into it."

I rolled my eyes. "Race you," I said.

"What?" He said, "You turning into your sister?"

"Pfft, no!" I nearly yelled, "I just need to run."

He shook his head. "Go!" he yelled, and both of us took off running. We passed Claire, who ran to catch up with us. Soon, we reached the street, and Quil's old car. I climbed into the front seat, and Claire got into the back. Panting outside, Quil placed an arm on the hood of the car and breathed deeply.

I cranked down the window, "Careful, you might dent your own car." He cursed under his breath, and pulled his hand back. Sure enough, there was a dent. "Jeez, Quil. You sure are out of breath for a werewolf."

"I…don't run everyday…" He heaved.

"Maybe you should quit the babysitting gig, and get out more." I commented.

"Thanks, Seth," he said sarcastically after he caught his breath. I smiled, and rolled up the window. Quil came around, and plopped into the seat next to me. He took another deep breath--which was actually more of a sigh. "Ready to go, little miss?" I hoped he wasn't talking about me.

"Yep!" Claire replied, pulling a seatbelt around her tiny frame. "Ready, set, go!"

Quil revved the engine, and took off slowly, making engine sounds for the toddler behind him. He really was like a proud dad. In time, he would get pass babysitter, and become best friend. After that…her crush, her boyfriend…and who knows what's next?

When we pulled into the freeway, he stopped making noises. He looked back at Claire through the rearview mirrors. "She'll be out in a few minutes." He said lowly.

I turned around to see Claire. Her head was bobbing, almost falling asleep. I looked back up at Quil.

"It must be nice," I said. Thinking about how happy the two were together.

"What?" he asked.

"Imprinting," I replied, "Having someone there for you, a soul mate. Life is too hard to face alone. Imprinting makes it much easier."

He laughed, "Okay, first, I would hardly call Claire a soul mate. Second, I'm still a normal guy. I just have a little Claire-Bear that's part of it. Just because you imprint doesn't mean everything changes."

"It kind of does," I replied, "Think about Jake."

"Jake is special. He imprinted on Renesmee. She's half human, half vampire for crying out loud! Nothing normal about that at all. Plus she's Bella's daughter. Think about how Bella felt, how Edward felt…"

"I get it, Quil," I replied, "I was in Jake's pack. I was over there a lot."

Quil nodded, remembering. "And I wanted to…" he thought aloud, "He was my best friend, and I just couldn't leave Sam. Not even for him."

I reached over and pat him on the back. "It's alright, man. Jake knows you're his best friend. And how hard it is to say no to Sam."

"How did you do it?" Quil asked, "How did you turn away from the pack and go with Jake? I mean, Leah would do anything to stay away from Sam. But you. How?"

"I don't know," I admitted. I tried to bring back the thoughts from two years ago. "I just needed to be somewhere that I could be equal with someone. I was tired of being looked down on."

Quil nodded, and pulled into the exit of the freeway. It was warmer outside. Sunny. We didn't speak for a few minutes.

"I love coming here," He said, "Escaping the small town. Coming to somewhere with sun."

I mumbled in agreement. "But sometimes, it's nice being in a small reservation. With people you've know your whole life. That your parents have known all their lives."

Quil didn't reply to that. "Could you wake up Claire?" he asked instead. "We're here."

And one quick note: this is officially my first chapter to be beta-ed! Yay! A HUGE thanks to PinkHairedWonder, who is a fabulous beta! Review now!