A/N: I do not own Twilight. Kirsten and Corbyn are my creations.

It was finally the day.

Graduation.

I sat up in the first seat, first row. I was Valedictorian. I watched as the kids I grew up with grabbed their diplomas and shaked hands with some teachers. I could feel Quil somewhere in the small gym, somewhere in the back behind me. Probably sitting next to my mother.

Finally, my name was called. Shouts were heard all over the gym. I sighed as I stood up and walked over to receive my diploma. Of course the whole wolf pack was here.

Finally, the ceremony was over. It lasted a total of two hours thanks to Principal Green cracking jokes every now and then.

I didn't need to find Quil, I just felt the pull. I half walked, half ran to meet him, my gold medal banging against my chest.

I saw him walking towards me, a big goofy grin spread across his face. We reached each other and he picked me up in a gigantic bear hug.

"Quil," I gasped "Can't... breathe!"

He laughed and put me down, steadying me as I swayed.

Soon it felt like everyone was crowded around me. My aunt Emily and mother hugging and crying, while the boys patted my back and congratulated me. Thank goodness Quil saw my uneasiness and muttered something about wanting to take me out to lunch. Everyone soon agreed, saying they had other things to attend to. I smiled at Quil, silently thanking him.

He drove us to a little diner in Forks, holding my hand the whole way there, his grin never faltering.

We ordered and then a silence overtook us. He was staring at me intently and sighed.

"What?"

"Did you have to wear that dress?"

I looked down, slightly offended. I wore my black dress that stopped mid thigh, my sleeves and back made of lace. Just enough cleavage showed, but I couldn't really help that.

I flipped my curls impatiently behind my back and huffed "I thought it looked nice."

He startled me a bit by laughing. "You do look nice! I just don't want guys having thoughts about you..." He flinched.

I sighed. "Quil, that's their business. What are the chances they'll actually make a move on me? Especially with you around. You're pretty scary." I giggled at the thought. Unfortunately, he was staring at me with such an intensity I had to look away. My heart sped up and I'm sure he could hear it. That thought made my face heat up. Why does he have this affect on me?

"Claire... there's still something I need to tell you." I looked up just as the food was being placed in front of us. The waitress turned to Quil "Would you like anything else?"

Was there a double meaning behind that?

"No, thank you."

She walked behind the swinging doors leading into the kitchen.
Quil began eating his burger while I nibbled on fries. Was he going to tell me now? Or wait til I got home? Was it about Kirsten? I couldn't take it anymore. I thought we agreed to be open with each other now?

I leaned forward, cleavage and all it's glory showing, hands under my chin. Quil's eyes wandered and stayed at my chest, exactly what I wanted.

"What is it?" My voice was near seductive, nothing I had to use before. Hopefully I wasn't making myself look like an ass.

"Ummm," His mouth full of burger. I smiled. God, he was so attractive. His brown eyes looked into mine which sent involuntary shivers down my spine. "It's... a little complicated."

"More complicated than turning into a wolf and my best friend being a vampire?"

"Slightly. We can't help it."

I waited for him to continue, instead he finished off his plate and shake and tried very hard not to look at my cleavage. He slipped a few times, enough to make me blush and wonder what he was thinking.

Not soon after we finished, he paid and we were on our way to the beach. He held my hand again, he didn't let go until we got out of his truck. He picked my hand up again and lead me to the smaller cliff. We didn't talk, but it was a comfortable silence. He would tell me this other secret today, I could feel he would. I could also sense he was nervous. Maybe even scared.

We sat on the edge, my feet dangling. I lifted my face towards the sun and let the wind play with my hair. It was an unusually beautiful day today. There were shrieks and yelling below us as people played in the water. I was thankful that Quil and I were alone.

He cleared his throat, making me look at him questioningly. That led to him sighing.

"Please, Quil. I whispered.

He ran his fingers through his hair before muttering "Imprinting."

"Excuse me?" I didn't understand.

He sighed again. "Your aunt and uncle. Rachel and Paul. Jake and Renesmee. Jared and Kim. You've seen how they act around eachother."

"Um... They all are in love. I'm not sure... is that was this imprinting thing is?"

"Yes! Exactly," the look of relief written all over his face "Wolves have this thing where they can find their soul mate. We all got lucky, except a few of us. It was supposed to be a rare thing, were seeing that it really isn't."

"Ok. So, what? You imprinted?"

His big smile made my heart speed up.

"Yeah, I've had an imprint for a few years now."

He was staring at me intently, his lips forming a small smile. I tried to hold back the tears. A few years? How come he never told me he was in love with someone? He never really mentioned a lot of people besides the pack. I knew we would never have what Sam and Emily had.

He sensed the distress and his lovely smile faded, replaced by a frown.

"Claire? What is it?"

"How come you never mentioned her?" God, why was I whispering? Oh yeah, because the tears would come if my voice got any louder. He seemed confused by my question.

"Claire-Bear," I flinched. He sighed and tried again. "Claire, you are so smart. You can piece this out."

What the fuck? Another thing for me to figure out. I groaned in anger.

"Seriously Quil? Just tell me. I'm done trying to figure this out. It makes my head hurt," I knew I was whining and sounding like a 5 year old, but if you spent the last few months trying to figure out these things all while crying yourself a headache, you would be angry too. This made him sigh again, running his fingers through his hair. If he kept doing that, he'll be bald before he's thirty. I giggled at the thought.

"Claire, why else would I hang around you so much?"

I gaped at him, my mouth forming an "O". I finally realized that I was his imprint.

I, Claire Young, am Quil Ateara's soul mate!

I looked down over the beach, letting my embarrassment flood my face. I hated it when he made me flush like this. Nobody else could ever make me do that.

"Oh... So... How long have I been your.. Umm... Imprint?" I sounded like such an ass.

"That's where it gets tricky. When the rest of the pack met their imprints, except Jake, they all were legal adults. Jake met Nessie when she was born and BOOM, it all made sense to him. He made fun of me for so long and then he understood." He chuckled at the memory.

I was a taken back. Jake was about Quils age, Renesmee looked to be my age but she was born a few years after I was.

"You... imprinted on me when I was a child?"

He head snapped in my direction, a worry line crossing his forehead. "Claire, you have to know I never wanted to hurt you. Like I said, we can't help it. What feelings I had for you, they were big brother feelings. Eventually as you got older, they turned into best friend feelings. But right now, I feel nothing but love for you. Grown up love," he laughed and looked me in the eye seriously, "But you always have a choice. If you didn't want to be with me, I would understand. We can stay best friends if you want."

My heart hurt. I wanted nothing more than to be with Quil. Listening to him say this, I felt like I was dreaming.

"Quil..." I sighed, how else could I say this? My cheeks burned, making him look at me curiously.

"I love you. I really, truly do," I laughed a bit, feeling more comfortable with him then ever. "I remember watching Emily and Sam kiss each other and I thought we could be like that, but I always got rid of those thoughts because you were so much older than I am and.. I thought you didn't like me that way." I laughed. This was all so silly.

He look relieved and hugged me close, kissing my forehead. "I've always loved you Claire, just in different ways."

Life can't get better than this.