A/N: Hey guys! Here is the update you guys have literally bribed me to put up. You should be ashamed! I joke, I joke. Without you guys, I wouldn't be able to find the strength to even move my laziness. ANYWAYS, I have put my other story: Broken promises, Lies, and Typical Jerks, on hold until I have finished with this story. Thank you. Reviews are loved and welcomed.

Dedication: This one goes to my best friends who I will probably never see once we leave school. Even though we are all going to different colleges, I would like to thank them for making me the person I am and always being there. Thank you. I love you, always.

Disclaimer: You should know by now, I simply don't own The Twilight Saga okay? I own Claire's random personality and her crazy fools she calls friends.

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Sex education and dreaming

Quil's POV

I was in a hallway that wasn't familiar. It was dark, and only a slight light leaked out of a crack in the door in front of me. Unsure, I stepped closer to the door, nudging it open to peer inside.

A dark bedroom greeted me. The only light appearing from a crack in the cream coloured curtains and a lamp that was next to the bed infront of me.

I had never been in this room before, but yet it felt so familiar. The slight familiar scent of Claire lingered on my nose, I sighed in relief. There was no need to be so freaked out if she was here with me.

My eyes landed on the women with her back to me, lying on the bed. Her hair was in a messy bun, but stray hairs leaked down her back, resting on her vest top. She breathed evenly and I watched on in total astonishment, she was probably the most peaceful thing I had ever seen.

I walked closer to the women's sleeping form, staring wildly around the room. Pictures hung randomly on the walls. I noticed myself in a couple; me, Jake and Embry smiling cheesily at the camera, arms thrown over eachothers shoulders; Me and a four year old Claire dancing at Sam and Emily's wedding, her feet on mine as we posed for the camera; Me and Claire at the beach hand in hand, pulling silly faces; Claire and me kissing, her arms around my neck; Claire in a beautiful white dress, her arm linked with mine as I stood in a sharp suit. I looked to the last picture of the wall. A small baby in a blue hat, clearly not long born. I frowned at the kid.

Why was it on the wall with me and Claire? It didn't belong there.

I stepped on a bad floorboard, making it creak loudly. I winced as the women stirred. She turned her body to look at me; the stupid person who disturbed her obvious peaceful sleep. I expected her to snap at me, but as soon as her eyes gazed on curiously at me... She beamed. I gasped.

This was no stranger. This women was my Claire.

"Hey husband." She whispered playfully. I frowned at her, and she winked.

"Claire? Where am I? I don't understand." I panicked.

"Shh," She scolded me, "You'll wake him." She outstretched her hand to me. I grasped it eagerly, wanting no distance to be left between our fingertips. I looked down at the bed, seeing a small child... no older then one years old. His black hair was in a array of mess around his face. His little cheeks were chubby, you know... like the one's you want to pinch. I nearly started hyperventilating as I noticed how alike he looked to me... when I was a baby. "I just got him to sleep. He's been terribly irritable since he's been teething you know."

I gulped loudly. "Why do you have a baby?"

She chuckled quietly, squeezing my hand. "Don't be stupid Quil. It's Peanut."

"Peanut?" What kind of name was that for a kid?

She rolled her eyes, sitting up and shoving my chest. "I wish you wasn't being so stupid."

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't Quil." She hissed, getting off the bed and stalked towards me. I backed up with my hands up as she advanced. "You never do. Get out!" I stared at her blankly as she pointed to the door. "Out I said!" The child whimpered and a long cry filled my ears. Claire closed her eyes, clearly exhausted. "Get out!"

I did what she wanted, because I didn't exactly want to get my ass kicked by an angry Claire. That was besides the point, what the hell was going on?

I stepped back out the door I came in and had it slammed in my face. I heard Claire cooing to the child, willing him to stop crying.

I tried the door again, opening it to a different scene.

Two kids were running after eachother. A boy and a girl. The boy was obviously older at about eight and the girl looked about six. The girl chased after the boy, running across a green garden.

"Give it back Peanut!" The girl pouted. The boy ran a bit faster laughing like a total maniac, waving the doll the girl was obviously after in her face.

The boy was being a little shit. It obviously wasn't his doll, he obviously wanted to torture the young girl. I narrowed my eyes at the kid.

The little girl stopped running. Her bottom lip jutted out and she started to cry.

"Is little baby Summer crying?" The boy, Peanut taunted.

"Your mean." She declared, spinning on her heel to run to her mother who was tending to another child.

I walked closer to the family, smiling as I saw Claire. She nodded her head at the small girl, and offered her a carton of juice. She placed the small child she had in her arms in a play pen that she had brought outside. Her hands went to her hips and I winced.

"Quil Jacob Ateara!" She yelled to the boy. Peanut's eyes widened as he slinked over to Claire. His eyes landed on me and he smiled sadly. Serves you right kid.

Summer crossed her arms like Claire and I almost laughed at how similiar they acted. Her little eyes narrowed. "I want my doll." Peanut huffed and placed the doll in her hand.

"Discipline him." Claire ordered me.

I looked at her like she had grown a second head. She had a large rounded stomach, and was rubbing it. It made me wonder how she could handle all these kids.

"I-I can't." I whispered. He was just a kid. A little shit, but still a kid.

Peanut smiled. Well of course he would. Little shit.

Claire huffed. "Do I have to do everything around here?" Her eyes narrowed at me then Peanut. "Inside to your bedroom now! No television for the rest of the day and also early bedtime tonight." Under Claire's alpha tone; the boy slinked away. The little girl smiled widely, kissing Claire on the cheek and running to play over by the tree.

Claire watched the girl until she was far enough away before turning back to me. I put my hands up.

"You are a terrible father." Now, that was a low blow if you ask me. "I'm twenty-six Quil! I have no life. The way you behave actually makes me sometimes wish that we hadn't had sex... at all! I told you and told you that I didn't want anymore after Peanut and you went with you animal instincts and laid your seed in me. Not just once; three more fuckin' times!"

What was there to say? She was pissed. Beyond freaking the fuck out.

"I-I'm sorry?" I stuttered, just wanting a hug.

"Your a bad father, and I wished you'd never imprinted on me."

"Claire-," I touched her arm and she flinched stepping back.

"Don't touch me. Ever."

I shot up from the bed, my heart thumping in my mouth and blood rushing around my ears. The sheets were damp with my sweat and my head hurt.

What the fuck was with that dream?

Kids were never really in my mental plan of my future with Claire. I was way to selfish, I had already waited too long for Claire and I didn't want a load of mini me's taking all her time away from me. Like I said, I was selfish.

Besides, Claire was mine and I just simply don't like sharing. Sure, I thought about the process of making kids, even more now then before, but never about having a ton of them getting all under our feet and stressing me and Claire the hell out.

Don't get me wrong, I love kids. You know, the ones you can give back to the irritable parents once they cry or get a bit stinky. Nothing worse then a whiny kid ruining the mood, I've been in my brother's minds, I have evidence.

I was pretty sure my dream was a warning. It was time for this idiot for almost a complete virgin to get some sex education.

"Come on bro." I tried to persuade, passing Jared another plank of wood.

"So you didn't come here to help a brother out?" He nailed another piece of wood to the broken fence. "You were trying to suck up to me, huh? Well, nice try."

I pouted. "Please Jared."

He sighed. "I seriously think you've come to the wrong brother about this stuff." He looked at me meaningfully, before hammering another nail into the wood. "What about Paul?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't you think I've already tried that. He says he's busy doing... Well you know."

"Rachel." Jared chuckled, shaking his head. "What about Sam?"

I stared at him wide eyed. "Yeah, like I'd go the Claire's uncle and ask him for sex advice. I bet he will give me some real good pointers on how to make love to her." I said, my voice full of sarcasm.

"Okay, okay!" Jared sighed in defeat and I smiled wide. "So... What do you want to know?"

"Best type of birth control?" Jared's answer was cut short.

"Hey Quil!" Kim called, bringing out a tray of lemonade. "You guys looked like you derserve a drink."

"Thanks Kim." I sighed, picking up a glass and swiping two homemade cookies.

"Your welcome." She smiled sweetly. Jared pulled her down to his kneeling position, smashing a passionate kiss on her lips.

I suddenly felt that urgency to see Claire. That rope that held us together tugged at my belly button, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I needed answers. I can make out with my imprint later.

Kim came up for air, fanning herself with her hand. Jared smiled smugly and squeezed her backside. She swiped his hand and he chuckled deeply, standing up from his kneeling position and wrapping a hand around her waist.

"Thanks for the cookies babe." He whispered to her, kissing her forehead.

"That's okay." She blushed, remembering my presence. "So, Quil... What brings you here?"

"Just helping Jared out with the fence." I lied smoothly.

She rolled her eyes. "Wolf fights are not allowed in my back garden anymore, too much mess." She scrutinized my face closely, and I automatically winced. "Your lying, why are you really here?"

"Quil wants some sex advice." Jared confessed.

She widened her eyes at me. "Really?"

Busted.

I scratched the back of my head. "Well, me and Claire have been getting more, um... physical lately, and I just," I looked at her knowing smile. "I just want to be prepared for when we do take the next step. I'm not ready to be a father yet and I don't want to cause her pain."

"Awrh Quil." Kim smiled and broke away from Jared to embrace me. "You've grown to be a responsible boy." She stood back and tapped my cheek lightly. "Why didn't you come talk to me? Jared's not exactly an expert." She smiled widely.

Jared bared his teeth at her, jokingly. "I'm an expert of some things."

Kim rolled her eyes. "Obviously not at DIY. But tell me sweetie, what are you good at?"

Jared pulled her back to his chest, growling in her ear. He kissed her neck, before whispering. "Making you scream my name."

I put my hands over my ears. "Woah! Woah! Woah! Can I just remind you that I have really good hearing? Can we please just keep this a PG for my sake, please?"

Kim bit her lip and smiled sheepishly, whacking Jared's arm. "Sorry Quil."

"Can you just tell me what I need to know, so I can get back to Claire?" I said already exhausted.

"Yes, of course. Come on inside, and I'll tell you everthing you want to know. Leave the idiot to get on with his work." She grasped my hand, dragging me into the Thail residence.

"Hey!" Jared called behind us. "What about the fence?"

"You broke it!" Kim yelled back. "You fix it!"

He grumbled something as Kim pushed me into a chair and sat opposite me, smiling warmly.

Well, here goes nothing.

Claire's POV

"Claire, how do you stay up for so long?" Jas whined, rubbing her backside that for sure had been bruised.

Will, Jas and of course Hannah had come around to keep me company and to help me scheme for getting into Quil's pants (A.K.A: studying). With many unsuccessful ideas being thrown at me, we had given up and retreated to the back garden. I was now attempting to teach them how to do a handstand.

"Keep your legs up straight." I instructed her, sitting down next to an exhausted Hannah and leaning my head on her shoulder.

Hannah stroked my hair. "I can't be bothered anymore." She whispered.

"Me neither." I chuckled. A loud thump caused my eyes to snap up to Jas and Will, Will was holding his stomach in laughter, while Jas glared at him from her heap on the floor.

"Hey! That's cheating Will! You pushed my legs!" Jas exclaimed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Did not." Will stuck his tongue out at her, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

She pursed her lips. "Your just jealous."

Will laughed. "Because what?"

Hannah helped me up, remembering our old gag that we used to do in our Freshman year of high school.

"Because..." Hannah said, standing by Jas.

"Because..." I laughed, shaking my head.

We all laughed, and sang to eachother."My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, And their like It's better than yours. Damn right, it's better than yours! I can teach you, But I have to charge."

We landed in a heap of giggles. I wiped a laughter tear away. "Ah, that brings back some good memories."

"Do you remember when we all sang that to Ashley 'cause she said you have a big forehead, Hannah?" Will chuckled.

Another peel of laughter broke from us as Hannah's face reddened. "Shut up you guys! She was so mean to me!"

We stopped laughing and looked up to the blue sky.

I sighed. "When did we stop having fun?"

We all linked eachothers hands. "I guess we just grew up, huh?" Jas commented.

"Growing up sucks." Will declared.

We all nodded our heads in agreement.

"At least we'll have the memories." Jas shrugged.

Suddenly a lump crawled into my throat and I swallowed harshly, I recognised the feeling. "Why does this feel like goodbye?" I vocalised the familiar feeling. The feeling I felt when my mom left.

I had no idea why it felt like our time was over. We had another year at High School to get through. We had another year together. Maybe everything had changed now. We'd all grown up; matured. Soon we'd be going to different colleges, and only our memories would remain from all the times that we had spent with eachother over the years.

"This isn't goodbye, not yet." Jas disagreed, grasping mine and Will's hand while Hannah grasped mine. We helped eachother up off the ground.

"Then what is it?" Hannah asked.

"Realisation." Will nodded at his own answer.

"Realisation of what?" Hannah snorted, shaking her head at Will's determined face. The face he would pull when he tried to prove his theories or answer his own questions.

Will smiled. "That we've all grown up. I mean I've stopped hiding my man porn from my mom. I've realised that its okay to be different. I'm gay and proud!"

Jas tried to recover from her frown and focused on nodding slightly and thinking of her own confession. "I choose my own clothes now and make my own decisions. I've realised its okay to not have your parents opinions on everything. I chose the college I wanted to go to."

Hannah patted Jas' back. "I never thought I would say this, but I've fallen in love. I don't date boys just for the sake of it. I've found my soul mate and I've realised its okay to love someone other then yourself." We all clapped and she took a bow.

"I don't know." I said simply as they all turned to me, awaiting my confession.

They all rolled their eyes. "Claire." They all sighed at the same time.

"Okay, okay!" I sighed in defeat. "I got the guy I have been crushing on since I was fourteen. I've realised that its okay to be scared of the future, because the memories of the past will help you along."

That got me a round of applause. I bowed and blew kisses.

"Bravo, bravo!" Will said in a cheesy french accent, and we broke out into laughter again.

Later...

We sat around Emily's table, trying to get to the bottom of our homework. Will groaned and banged his head against the wood, Jas rubbed his back.

"It's okay Will, I don't think everyone is meant to get Math." She soothed. He just groaned again. She examined his stressed out state, before she pulled out her math homework and placed it infront of him. "You can copy mine."

He raised his head, before looking at her. "Really?" She nodded eagerly, before Will hugged her tightly and placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

It had always been obvious that Jas had a crush on Will, she knew he was gay, but it was the way he treated her. He would open the doors for her, offer her his jacket if it was cold. There was an obvious spark, but of course Will's obvious out gayness held Jas back from saying anything.

In middle school, I actually remember them sharing their first kiss together. We wanted to make sure Will was in fact gay and Jas was more then happy to volunteer to kiss him. I swear that they kept that kiss going for long then need to be. Once they broke apart, Will declared he was definitely gay and Jas said it was like kissing her brother. They both avoided the obvious.

Jas blushed fiercely, before eyeing mine and Hannah's knowing look. She bit her lip, and tried to deflect us from the whole situation. "So... What are your dresses like for prom?"

"Blue." Hannah said simply, smirking her ass off.

"Pink." If I was going, which I wasn't. Not without Quil. "Who are you taking anyways?"

Jas looked at Will, as he scribbled furiously. "Well, noone's asked me yet." She stared at Will, obviously hinting.

"What about you Will?" Hannah raised her eyebrow at him, as he stopped writing.

"Noone." He blushed, looking at Jas then back down to his paper.

Hannah smiled at me and winked. "Well, you and Jas should totally go together!"

"Yeah!" I agreed.

They both looked at each other, nodding slightly.

"That is if you want to?" Will asked, smiling.

Jas nodded. "Sure, I'd like to." She mouthed 'thank you' at me and Hannah, before clearing her throat. "Who are you taking Claire?"

"I'm not going." It slipped out of my mouth, before I could think. They all stopped what they were doing, to stare at me.

Hannah's stare was more like a burn-your-eyes-out-and-hide-away-your-babies glare. "What?"

At that moment, Quil, Embry, Jake, Jared and Sam walked into the kitchen. I sunk into my chair.

Quil smiled at me, until he saw the glares that were getting aimed at me. Embry bounded up to Hannah, kissing her. She broke her glare, but as soon as Embry moved to sit next to her; her glare was back on my face.

"What d'you mean your not going to prom?" She said threw gritted teeth.

Quil came and sat next to me, taking my hand and drawing patterns on it. I looked to him for some help, but he just shrugged and brushed a kiss on my hairline.

"I don't want to go Hannah." I admitted. "D'you want to be the only ones there without dates?"

She narrowed her eyes at Quil then. "This is your fault. When she didn't have a boyfriend she was all for going!"

I narrowed my eyes at her then. "This has nothing to do with Quil. This is my choice. I'm not going. End of story."

She sighed in defeat. "Fine." She smiled at me then. "Sorry."

I smiled back. "It's okay." That was a typical Hannah/Claire argument. One of us would break and apologise before it got out of hand. Our friendship had a balance of trust, love and forgiveness.

"So your not going?" Quil whispered and I shook my head.

Hannah giggled at Embry's worried sympathetic eyes. "It's okay Embry. I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it anyways."

Embry latched eyes with Quil and they mirrored smirks as they had a silent conversation.

"Who needs prom anyways?" Embry laughed.

Quil chuckled. "Prom sucks."

The night of the High School prom...

"You know Quil, if you've brought me to prom... I'll never forgive you." I threatened.

I had found a new thing I hated. Blindfolds. They were the creation of the devil no doubt. I was so glad that I wasn't blind, I couldn't deal with the constant darkness. Besides, not seeing Quil's toned abs would be torture in itself.

Quil chuckled, his large hands overwhelming my hips. He was currently guiding my feet to where ever he was taking me (maybe to murder me). "Seriously Claire? Would I walk you to prom? Please tell me that you think I have a bit more swagger then that!" I snorted.

I didn't know. I was in the stupid predicament of being blindfolded after being ordered by Emily to get into my prom dress.

"Why am I dressed up then?" I fumed.

"Just be patient."

My feet shuffled forward before they hit a soft, uneven surface. Then I heard the music. It was soft, the stuff that you see people in movies slow dancing too.

Quil stopped me walking, placing his hands on my shoulders. His breath brushed across my ear and I nearly died on the spot. I should of been used to his sudden movements by now, but they still made me want to pee myself.

"D'you remember what I said about prom being an important part of growing up?" He asked, brushing a kiss just under my ear.

I nodded. "You also said that it sucked."

He chuckled and I could practically hear his eyes rolling. "Well, the point is that I didn't really have the perfect girl for my prom. I actually ended up taking my cousin." I could hear the embarrassed tone of his voice. "But now I have the perfect girl... how 'bout I take you to prom?"

Hold up, hold up. Did Quil just ask me to prom?

I think I just peed.

There was a little nagging voice at the back of my head that reminded me of my best friend and how I had, not only sacrificed my prom, but took her night away. It would of been wrong and insanely un-best friend like to except.

"I told Hannah I wasn't going, now she's not going either. She'll be majorly-," My speech was cut short as he removed the blindfold from my eyes. I gasped. "Wow."

He had brought me to a secluded part of First Beach, candles and lights streamed everywhere, and a small boom box lay on a blanket. It was releasing the soft music. I was memerised by how much work and effort Quil had put into making the scene. Hannah had temporarily left my mind, and when my head came back from its first class ticket to How-Much-I-Want-To-Screw-My-Werewolf-Boyfriend-Right-Now Land; I felt immediately guilty. So guilty that I was hearing her voice in my head.

"Embry, where in the name of baby Jesus are you taking me?" Hannah's familiar voice called. That's when I realised that it wasn't a guilt mirage. It was the real Hannah and I guessed she was in the same predicament I was. "I swear to Mary Embry that if you do not take this blindfold off; I will never kiss you again."

"Babe," I could hear Embry trying to sooth, "calm down, we're here."

"I do not like getting kidnapped."

They came into view, Embry looking sharp in a black tux with a blue tie that matched Hannah's dress. Hannah looked beautiful, a little pissed off, but beautiful nonetheless.

I looked at Quil for the first time today and nearly let my lady juices cause trouble. I gained control when I remembered that Quil could smell me, and that Embry probably had the same gift. Kind of embarrassing.

He was wearing a black tux with a crisp white shirt that looked amazing with his skin tone. He wore no tie or bow, but I preferred it like that. His shaggy hair lay flat around his ears. Putting it lightly, I wanted to pounce on him.

He saw my reaction and smiled smugly and winked. I had to cross my legs to control the little lady downstairs.

"I swear Embry, I'll-," Hannah's eyes were freed and she looked around, having the same reaction as me.

"We know that you guys said you didn't wanna go." Embry said, matching Quil's smug smile at Hannah's reaction.

Quil stood infront of me, slipping a corsage on to my wrist. It had a pink ribbon to match my dress that had one white rose attached to it. "But," Quil continued with Embry's statement, "you cant have two beautiful girls, two beautiful dresses and no occasion."

Me and Hannah looked at each other then, and did a silent girly squeal and: "Aww!". We smiled at eachother, knowing that we were the lucky ones. We had some hot boyfriends sure, but we also had the most sweetest, considerate guys waiting on us.

I kissed Quil sweetly on the lips, before uttering, "Thank you."

He rested his head against mine. "So, I'm not in trouble?"

I shook my head. "The opposite actually."

Quil stepped back and my body almost groaned with lose of contact. He put his hand out to me. "Excuse me Miss? May I have this dance?"

I grasped his hand and nodded. "You can every dance." I whispered.

He wiggled his eyebrows, before looking serious and staring into my eyes. "You promise?"

I looked around dramatically. "I don't see anyone else here, and Embry looks a bit busy." Embry was getting attacked by a very emotional Hannah. He was gonna get some tonight, for sure.

He yanked on my hand, bringing me closer to him. "Guess your stuck with me then." He chuckled, his hands bringing mine up around his neck. His arms wound around my waist, holding me to him. We swayed to the music, neither of us in the mood to show off our fine dancing skills. And the slight urge and jealous of me getting some tonight faded as me and Quil fit together like two puzzle pieces.

What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive.

I can't keep up and I can't back down. I've been losing so much time.

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do.

Nothing to lose.

And it's you and me and all other people and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you.

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?" Quil whispered.

I blushed slightly. "I would of looked better if you would of told me what we were doing!"

Quil chuckled. "That would of spoiled the surprise."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I think you like me looking like crap. Does it raise your self esteem?" Not that he needed me to look like complete shit to make himself hotter. He was beautiful and even if I took time and make an effort with my appearance; he would still out shine me.

"Being with you lowers my self esteem actually." He smiled coyly. "Your so beautiful that I still don't think I'm good enough for you, even though you are technically mine." That's cool, refer to me as an object.

I know I should feel a little angry with that statement, but the warm, possessive feeling was over-riding all of the others. I might be Quil's, but he is definitely mine.

I grasped two handfuls of his tux and heaved him closer. "Don't you dare think your not good enough for me. Your mine and I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm lucky to have you, okay?" Quil stared at me wide eyed, before forcing a passionate kiss onto my lips. Taken by surprise; I gasped. Quil took this time to explore my mouth.

After a while, it was no longer a child friendly scene, although I didn't think it was to start with.

I got light headed. I wasn't sure if it was how much I was trying to contain the horny, hormone crazed teenager or my lack of oxygen and my overdose on Quil.

We broke apart, panting deeply.

"I'm ready." He told me, confidently.

I smiled at him. "Really?"

He nodded, before laying his eyes deep into mine. "Claire, only because I'm ready doesn't make it okay to do it straight away with out certain precautions." I think I might of just died of embarrassment. Oh look, a crab! "I mean we are not doing anything without birth control, and we have to discuss which one will be best. You know, condoms, the pills and the-,"

"SERIOUSLY QUIL!" I covered my ears. "You want to have this discussion now?" Please kill me.

Quil thought about it before nodding. "What's wrong with doing it now?"

I rolled my eyes. "You have murdered the moment. You took a shovel and you hit it around the head a numerous times. You know, like in that Johnny Depp film, The Secret Window." He was hot in that movie. "You have turned all homicidal on my ass and this amazing, romantic moment."

He kissed my head, chuckling. "Sorry."

"Quil?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Can I stay tonight?" I looked up threw my lashes at him.

"S-sure."

"Take me home, Quil." I smiled.

He grasped my hand, and walked me across the beach to where his car had been hidden.

"Quil?" I whispered

"Yeah Claire?" He whispered back.

"I already have birth control pills. I got them a couple of weeks ago." I admitted.

Quil stared at me for a while. "You've got this all figured out haven't you?"

I smiled sheepishly. "I know what I want Quil. I want you always. There's no point postponing what will happen eventually, right?"

"I guess your right." He mumbled.

I was ready for this, wasn't I?

Quil pulled up too his house and I felt the sweat prick the back of my neck. That's when I realised what I was giving up tonight, and I wondered whether I was ready. I stole a glance at Quil and his nervous jittery stance gave me the answer I needed.

Hell yeah! Now, let's go make some LURVVVVEEEE!