The rest of the dinner was quiet. Well I didn't think it was all gonna be banners and farewell Claire's. Not once did I ever think that they would actually want me to leave. There wasn't a different option. I had to leave, and I had to leave as soon as possible.

But none the less, I killed the mood. Everyone was sat mumbling to each other, while Quil and Emily stared at my face.

"You cant want this." Quil's voice was high pitched, and on the edge.

"How d'you know this isn't what I want?" I defended. "I have been thinking about it for a while."

"And you didn't think of talking to me?" Quil's face crumpled, and his voice broke.

I shook my head. "I did. I wanted… I wanted to tell you. But I knew you would react like this."

"I'm not reacting like anything." Quil's whisper was harsh.

I shook my head again.

Maybe it was bad how everyone now hated me.

The ride back home was silent. Not the silence that you knew you didn't have to fill. This was the silence that you was frightened of saying something wrong, but worried if you didn't say anything at all.

Emily kept looking at Sam's face. She was probably waiting for the his reaction, since we left the restaurant; his face was in a steel mask.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I just cant be here when Quil…" I winced, at the thought of someone kissing him. "When my heart is broken."

"You don't have to travel all the way across the country to have a broken heart." Sam growled.

I gasped in shock. It was the first time he spoke and he spoke with such venom that it scared me.

"I cant stay here." The tears rushed down my cheeks again.

"This is your home. La Push is your home." He shook his head a little. "You have no idea how hurt Quil is."

"How could he be hurt?" I snapped. "He's got everything he could want. A undying love."

Sam sighed heavily. "Its not what you think Claire. You have to work it out for your self."

"Work out what?"

He shook his head. "You'll know. When you work it out."

"I-I don't understand. Is this about finding out who Quil's imprint is? Because I don't want anything to do with it. Its not my place to be involved." I protested, scrubbing the tears off my face with my hand. "He is happy now. I don't wanna mess that up."

"Your so stubborn."

I frowned a little, and noticed we was parked on the drive way. I got out, chattering my teeth against the freezing wind.

"You've always been so smart." Sam rubbed my arm. "So do Quil one last favour, before you leave. Just work it out."

"But what if…" His finger came down on my lips, and I mumbled the rest of the sentence. I couldn't even make sense of it, never mind him.

He shook his head and chuckled under his breathe. "You." He said the word clearly and precisely. "Only you can figure this out."

He took his finger away from my mouth, and nodded once before following Emily into the tiny, picturesque house .

Work this out? How on earth is that possible? Its like telling a blind man to look at a person and describing their features. Not only is it stupid and highly unnecessary; it was just plain impossible.

I went to bed with a heavy heart. I lay on top of the covers, tossing and turning. My eyes burnt into the ceiling.

Who was Quil's imprint? Was she prettier then me? That was a really stupid question. Of course she would be.

The words said flew around my mind. "Only you can figure this out." It repeated itself.

"Urgh!" I kicked my legs on the bed, mumbling in the pillows.

Quil was always honest with me. Always told me what was up. That's what best friends do right? Tell each other secrets. A sudden memory flooded my head and filled my ears:

The beach was warm, which was weird. It was never warm, even in July. That's probably why I remembered this day so clearly. It was the fourth of July. Independence day. Even though it was warm, it was La Push, so the wind still blew. It threw the hair around my face.

"One day." Quil said, holding my hand lightly, throwing me over his shoulder. "You will be a princess."

"I am a princess." I giggled, yanking his hair.

He sighed heavily. "You're my princess."

"Quil?"

"Yeah Claire Bear?" He answered, trotting up the beach.

"Are we going to get married? Like Auntie Emily and Uncle Sam." I asked, remembering the beautiful swishy dress that Auntie Emily wore. She looked like a princess. The three scars that ran down her face, were hardly visible.

Quil froze for a second, then chuckled. "One day Claire Bear. When your all grown."

"Promise?" I stuck out my little finger. Our trade mark, secret handshake. When we pinky promised, we couldn't break it. Ever.

"I promise Claire." His one little finger engulfed mine.

"Okay Quil." I felt suddenly excited. I noticed a small ice cream shop that was on the top of the hill. "Ooo… Ice cream." I licked my lips.

Quil chuckled. "Lets get some Ice cream."

I bounced on his shoulders, as he hummed and bounced up towards the ice cream shop. Both our stomachs rumbling, we licked our lips and ordered double scoops.

I opened my eyes. The morning light was trickling threw the window, stinging my eyes. I scrubbed the sleep out of my eyes, sitting up.

He promised me… that'd we'd… No. He was probably just saying it to comfort a six year old girl. Quil never broke promises. Ever. Maybe it was a sign. A sign for what though, I wasn't sure.

"Me and Quil are destined to be together? Yeah right." I snorted. "Like that's even possible."

I thought deeply of the me and Quil being together, and sighed. It was what I wanted, but it was just impossible.

The shower calmed my stupid, intriguing thoughts and washed them away. The thoughts of Quil holding my body close and kissing my skin, leaving trails of fire popped into my mind in annoyingly fast intervals.

I swore loudly as I caught the new razor on my thigh. It drew blood and I swore again. I ran the cold water on my skin, attempting to wash away the cut. Little did I know it made it worse. I resigned with a sigh and just shaved the rest of my legs.

I turned the water off, grabbing a piece of tissue and pressing it on the wound.

"Son of a-" I bit my lip, to resist finishing the sentence.

The cabinet on the wall above the sink, bared thousands of medicines and essentials like: Uncle Sam's razor, Auntie Emily's face cream, Her moustache bleaching cream (I was sworn to secrecy, when I found out what the tube was), Tooth paste, Tooth brushes, teeth whitener, and at last, band aids.

I ripped off the paper, that protected the band aid from sticking to every object or person, with my teeth. Removing the tissue, I quickly placed the band aid on the wound patting it down. I sighed, and wrapped the fluffy towel around my naked body.

I was thinking of Quil too much. So much that I cut my self. Well done Miss. Obvious. I just needed to stop. I pondered about how exactly to do that as I did my hair and dressed. I needed to jog it out. I put on sweat pants and an Adidas jacket. My I-Pod rested on the dresser, with the earphones dangling down across the drawers. I pondered whether to take them or just run with a quiet mind. I decided to take them. My thoughts weren't safe, but that wasn't saying a lot.

I wrote Sam and Emily a note and left it on the table:

Gone jogging. Need to figure some things out.

I reread the note and stroked a line threw it and started again.

Gone jogging. Need to figure some things out.

Gone jogging. I wont be long. Be down First Beach if anyone needs me, 'cause I don't have my cell. It's charging!

Love you.

Claire.

I read it back and it sounded okay. I didn't sound like a lunatic which was good. Was it too formal though? I read it again. Oh well.

I snatched a blueberry muffin off the basket, nibbling around the edges. Spotting Sam's old shoulder bag I wondered whether to borrow it. I decided against it. I took a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

Looking around the room before I left the house, to check I had everything. I nodded once and left the house into the chilly morning.

I bumped into Seth on the doorstep. He smiled at me, but it didn't touch his eyes.

"Why are you up so early Claire?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Going jogging." I inclined towards what I was wearing. "You?"

He ran his hand through his short cropped hair. "I was hoping to speak to Sam to be honest."

"Well he's still in bed." I admitted. "Anything I can help you with?"

He shook his head and chuckled a little. "No its fine. Not really that important." He went to turn away, then turned back. "Have you spoken to Quil?"

I shook my head, sadly. "No. I haven't seen him since we left the restaurant. You?"

"Only in here." He pointed to his head and chuckled. "You should talk to him."

I nodded. "Thanks Seth. Do you-"

He shook his head, like I had finished my sentence. "I will drop by later. When Sam's awake. You know what he is like when he has been woken up."

I giggled and nodded. "Well, See ya."

He turned back around, saluting me. "See ya Claire." He trotted off.

Weird. I thought.

Seth never actually comes this early. Maybe something was wrong with Quil. I shook my head and place the earphones in each ear.

I enjoyed warming up and stretching, maybe I was weird like that. Setting off in a slow jog to warm up my muscles, I turned up my music.

"No sir. Well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore. It's your turn to take a seat. We're settling the final score. And why do we like to hurt so much? Can't decide. You have made it harder just to go on. And why, all the possibilities. Well I was wrong." I sang, as I jogged.

Jared was suddenly running along side me. I took out my one ear phone and he smiled lopsided at me.

"What?" I snapped.

He put his hands up in defence. "Just wondering if you have spoken to Quil?"

"No. I haven't. Why? Have you?" I was getting totally annoyed. Half the pack was probably hiding in a bush somewhere.

He grinned. "No. Not in the flesh."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Let me guess, you heard him in here?" I pointed to his head and he laughed.

"No actually. I spoke to him on the phone." He lowered his voice. "He seems really beat up about you moving."

"Well he has his imprint. He should be happy enough." I snapped. Jared bit his lip and pretended to look at his cell.

"Well… I gotta go Claire. Kim will fry my-" He stopped and smiled. "She will kill me. Anyways." He rocked back on his heels. "Nice speaking to you Claire."

I nodded and went to jog again.

"Oh Claire." Jared called after me. I turned around. "You should really talk to Quil." He saluted me and trotted off.

I gritted my teeth together and shoved my ear phones back in my ears. The pack was brilliant. It was like having a big family, but they were so annoying. I jogged a bit faster, pumping my legs. The sound of my feet on the floor combined with my favourite music made a beautiful sound. I wasn't that far away from first beach, I could rest then. I kept jogging.

Embry came trotting beside me. I rolled my eyes and pumped my legs. He caught up without any trouble, placing his hand on my shoulder. I spun around.

"What?" I snapped.

His eyes narrowed. "You've really hurt Quil."

"Okay." I put my hands up. "Can whatever stupid plan is going on, stop?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean half the pack following me. I have come here to be ALONE." I said the word "alone" clearly, so hopefully he got the point.

"We all worried about him. And you." His eyes went soft.

"Huh-uh. Of course you are." I rolled my eyes.

"Why wouldn't we be? You and Quil have been friends since you was toddling about in diapers." He rubbed his chin. "You had a good thing going."

I nodded. "Well… things change. Circumstances develop."

He raised his eyebrow. "What circumstances?"

"You know exactly what I mean. Don't play dumb." I snapped.

"Okay Claire, but maybe you should just talk to Quil. When you can I mean." He looked defeated, like he had some objective he had to fulfil.

"Okay Embry. Can you call off the reunion now? I just wanna be alone for an hour."

He shook his head and sighed. "I cant call them off. Not in my job description."

"Well get uncle Jacob to." I pouted. "I just wanna be alone with my thoughts. I need to think about what I am going to say to Quil."

He nodded, sternly. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you."

He smiled at me and trotted off.

I stood there for a moment, watching him leave. My thoughts were scrambled. Why did the pack want me to speak to him so much? It was just strange. The pack was a family, but only to the extent. You don't see Leah kissing Jacob's boo boos better. It was more like; you got a problem, we will help to fix it. Annoying at times. Actually, most of the times.

I slipped my earphone back in and jogged forward again. My footfalls made me anxious, so I kept looking over my shoulder expecting to see Quil. But there was nothing but large overgrown trees. I shook my head and jogged onto the soft, cool sand. I dropped into a nice walk, wrapping the head phones around my I pod and placing it in my pocket. My eyes scanned the beach, scrunching my eyes to see past the rock pools.

What was I doing? Quil wouldn't randomly just be sitting here waiting for… And my eyes spotted Quil. He was sat on a broken tree branch. The branch was dipping with his weight and his eyes were solid and hard.

I walked forwards towards him. Hands in fists ready to smack him right in his bulbous nose. His head lifted slightly, and his head bent closer to the floor. Now how should I approach this? Joking or deadly serious?

"Are you stalking me or something?" I laughed.

His head lifted and his eyes board into mine. I had to catch my breath from the intensity of his eyes and how pretty they looked when the light from the clouds shone on them.

"No." He said simply.

"Oh." I rocked back on my heels. "The pack told me you was pretty beat up 'bout me leaving."

"Yeah I was." His tone kinda shocked me. It was dead.

"Are you okay now? Do you wanna talk about it?" I touched his shoulder in a friendly gesture and he put his head against it.

"No and yes."

I laughed. "Cant have it both ways."

He now had my hand in his, fiddling with my fingers. His eyes focused were focused on my hands then his head lifted and he gazed at me again.

"I don't want it both ways." He sighed.

I bit my lip and tried to figure out the meaning. "What do you want?"

"I cant tell you that." His mouth went into a smirk. "But I want to."

"Just tell me then." I whispered. "Please."

He shook his head. "I cant tell you. You have to figure it out."

I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. "Do you know how frustrating and confusing that is? I have been trying and trying to work it out."

"And what have you found out?" His voice sounded lazy.

"Nada. Zilch. Zero."

"I cant tell you." He seemed defensive now.

"I know. I know." I sat down next to him in defeat.

"But I can show you." His face was centimetres from mine. I gasped at the closeness. I could smell the woods, rain and his aftershave. I tried to catch my breath, but I couldn't. Quil's mouth was seconds away from touching mine. I braced myself.

His lips connected with mine, and my mind went crazy. I held his hair and he pulled me closer to his steaming body. I sighed into his mouth and he growled in mine. He pulled me closer still. I opened my eyes to look at his face and he looked beautiful.

I pulled back. He grinned from ear to ear.

"What was that meant to show me?" I said, breathless.

"Now you can figure out the rest." He nodded to himself, obviously pleased.

"Oh kay."

"You have no idea how long I have…"

"What the hell you guys." Sam's yell echoed around the beach and I sank into Quil's side. Sam had seen and now he was mad. I was meant to leave, but the way Quil had kissed me I never want to leave.

A/N: Read and Review. I did one of my reviewers requests and added a bit of romance in there. Any requests… bring them on.