Chapter 3

Quil's Return

I had been waiting for what seemed like years for Quil but had only really been a week. My Uncle said he would call me once he found out more about Quil's condition but he never did. So here I am waiting by the phone for either my uncle to call or Quil himself. This was bugging me I had to know where he was, how he was doing. I didn't even want to think about the possibility that Quil could be dead. It was unbearable to think about that so I tried not to.

Every second was like an hour. It was doing something to my heart. It was making it ache with a pain that I have never felt before. It was like my heart was trying to tell me something that I should know. Something that my brain didn't want to admit to. What was this? This wasn't like me. I never worried like this. I never felt this way before. Maybe I had known it all along I just didn't want to admit it to my self.

That is when it hit. This feeling that I felt inside wasn't just because Quil was my best friend and I was worried about him. It was because Quil wasn't just the guy that was my best friend he was the guy that I am in love with. All my friends had pointed out before, I just didn't want to admit it to them or myself. It was obvious wasn't it?

I heard a knock on the door from my bedroom and went running out to the living room and then straight to the door. I opened the door and saw him standing there, him being Quil. I ran to him and hugged him and when my arms were around him I thought of how much pain I must be putting him in with his ingery.

I stepped back slowly looking down at his stomache expecting to see something that would indicate that he was hurt. There was nothing to prove that. He looked just fine. He looked like normal Quil. I could feel his heat coming towards me to give me a hug. I stepped back again. I was scared! What had happened to his ingery. He about died on my coach and now he is all better.

"What was that for? I was trying to give you hug!" He looked at me with confusion in his eyes.

I looked down to his stomach again. "What happened to you? You look just fine."

He looked at me like he was mad at himself. "Claire trust me I am fine. There is no need to worry."

"What do you mean there is no need to worry." I could hear my voice getting louder. "You were on my coach dieing a week ago. How could you get better in one little week Quil?"

He backed up slowly and I could tell he was hiding something. "I can't tell you that right now Claire, but trust me one day you will know." He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes.

"I want to know right now Quil!" I demanded. "There must be some way you can explain this to me."

"Not with out telling you!" His voice all the sudden go louder and then it went back to quiet. "Claire, there is no way of explaning this to you right now you have to trust me when I say one day you will know."

"Why can't I know now Quil? What is so wrong with telling me right now?"

"You are to young Claire. You wont be able to understand." He relpied. This was only getting me fustrated. Why couldn't he just tell me?

"I am 16 Quil! 16! Do you know that or not. I am an adult now. You can tell me things." His face expression changed emedatly when I said that. He wasn't happy about that.

"Why do you have to keep bringing up your age to me? Do you know how much torture that puts me in every time you tell me how old you are?"

"What do you mean Quil?" My voice got softer just like that. He looked me in the eyes for once.

"Do you really want to know?" He said it very slowly like I should be warned.

"Yes Quil I really want to know and I have been wanting to know for a long time while now."

"You want to know every little detail? Every little single thing about me? Cause I should warn you it is not that pretty!" I could tell he was struggling with this whole thing. I could tell that he really didn't want to tell me, but I had to know. I have been wanting to know what he has been hiding from me forever now.

"There is nothing more I want right now then for you to tell me what has been going on with you. I think I am old enough to know this now. I have waited 14 years for you to tell me what you have been hiding. And then you show up at my door like this and you expect me not to be curious. I am sorry but I am curious. You owe me and explanasion this time. I have heard to much of that you are not old enough yet. If you are ever going to tell me anything then right now would be the best time to do that." I could tell that this wasn't helping him at all.

"Okay I will tell you. But not just right here. To many people could be passing by and hear me tell you."

"And what is so wring with that?" I knew it was a stupid question to ask him and he probably wasn't going to give me the answer I wanted, but a girl can try can't she.

"You will see!" I knew it, he wasn't really going to answer my question. "Let's go in your room." Once he said that my heart started freaking out, my hands got shaky, and I had a million butterflies in my stomach. He walked into my room and closed the door behind him.