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Chapter Name is from the song "The Day That You Decide" by Drive By

"Claire?" Quil knocked on Claire's door. "I have your bag."

"Yeah, come on in."

Quil opened the door and walked into Claire's room. Once inside, he stopped and did a double take. While Claire's room was never really 'clean' it was now resembling a third world war zone.

"Umm did a bomb go off in here?" He stared around the room in shock. There were piles of clothes strewn about everywhere, books stacked in piles at various spots on the floor and her vanity top was covered with makeup and hair products.

Claire turned and looked at Quil, her hands stuffed on her hips. "Well when do I have time to clean it, Quil? I mean I go to school, have Mason Dixon Line practice, cheerleading practice, football games and when I'm done with all that homework. Where in there did you hear 'time in my schedule to clean my room'?" She snapped.

Quil raised his hands in a surrender gesture. "Okay, okay, I was just saying," he muttered.

He dropped Claire's bag onto the floor and glanced around. With a sigh he walked over to her computer desk, pulled a stack of magazines off her computer chair, and flopped into it, the legs groaning in protest under his weight.

"Could you not throw yourself onto my furniture? I mean, I can't afford to replace my chair every six months."

Quil frowned. "Hey, you've only had to replace one chair."

Claire raised her eyebrows.

"Okay two," he relented. "You know what amazes me? How someone who is such an obvious….slob," Quil made a face, "can always look so good."

Claire smiled. "You think I look good?" She gave him a little twirl.

Quil nodded. "Yeah…..you always look good," he said quietly.

"Well aren't you just Mr. Sweetie." She suddenly narrowed her eyes. "What did you do?"

Quil gave her a shocked expression. "What do you mean? Can't I give you a compliment without getting the third degree?"

"Quil, no offense but every time you try to butter me up, it's because you're going to give me bad news. Remember when Binky died? You were being all sweet and then BAM! You tell me my cat got run over."

"That was a tragedy," Quil sighed.

Claire made a face. "You hated that cat. I'm still not entirely convinced you didn't run him over."

"UH! I did not run that little beast over!"

"I'd find it more believable if you weren't smirking right now."

Quil quickly stopped grinning.

"So what's up? Lay it on me."

Quil cleared his throat. "Well Claire, here's the thing. I have thought very hard about this whole dating thing."

Claire's face fell and she dropped her eyes, looking down at her feet.

"And, I've weighed the pros and cons, taking into consideration all the factors-"

"Just spit it out Quil," Claire said softly.

"Okay. Here it goes." Quil took a deep breath. "Claire Ortecho, will you go on a date with me?"

Claire's head snapped up and she stared at Quil.

"Are you being serious?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

Quil nodded. "Yeah. I want to take you on a date."

"Oh my God, are you serious?"

Quil suddenly was having second thoughts. He thought this was what Claire wanted, but now he wasn't so sure. "Ummmm…….yes?" he answered, his response coming out as more of a confused question.

Claire squealed and clapped her hands. "This is the most exciting thing EVER!" She jumped up and down for a second then did a little dance.

Quil gave her a strange look. "If you keep acting like that, I'm going to rescind the offer."

Claire bounced over and dropped into Quil's lap on the chair. She threw her arms around his neck and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Claire, you're welcome, but you're also choking me."

"Oh sorry," Claire dropped her arms and hopped up. "Well when are we going? Where are we going? Oh my God what am I going to wear? Is this casual? Dressy? Oh my God I'll have to buy a new outfit."

Quil looked around. "First of all, chill out. Secondly, you mean to tell me in this whole mess," he waved his arm at the piles of clothes, "you can't find something to wear?"

"Quil, this is our first date. It has to be really special. Really special occasions call for new clothes. Don't you know anything?"

"Apparently not," he muttered.

"Okay, well in order to shop effectively I need to know what we're doing and where we're going."

Quil frowned. "Well, I haven't really thought about all that yet."

"Quil!" Claire shrieked. "How can you not know?"

Quil stood up. "Ummm, because I haven't been on a date in twelve years and only just decided to make this one about five minutes ago."

"Hmph. Okay, since you're a little rusty, I'll cut you some slack. But I want a full itinerary by tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes ma'am." He gave Claire a mock salute. "Will I be allowed to schedule bathroom breaks in that itinerary?"

"Don't be a smartass. I'm serious. This is a big deal." Claire dropped her eyes and twisted her fingers together. "It's my first date."

Quil took a deep breath. "You're right, I forgot. I'll have everything all planned by tomorrow. I promise. It will be the best first date you ever have."

"Umm, I'm actually hoping it's the only first date I ever have," Claire laughed nervously.

Quil closed his eyes. "God, I suck at this don't I?"

Claire nodded. "Well I do have to say I think you're lucky you imprinted. I mean if this is how you asked out all those other girls before me, I can't imagine you got that many dates."

"Hey, I did quite all right, thank you very much," he said, offended.

"I'm sure you did," Claire said quietly.

Quil shuffled his feet and sighed. "Okay, well…..I guess I should let you get started on your homework. I'll umm….I'll get you that schedule tomorrow."

Claire smiled. "I look forward to it."

"Okay, well….I'll see you later."

"See ya."

Quil stood there for another moment. "Okay, yeah." He turned, opened Claire's door and walked out, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the closed door and let out a shuddering breath. "Well that was awkward," he muttered.

"Talking to yourself wolf man?"

Quil turned his head and saw Grace looking at him from her bedroom doorway, arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I guess," he said.

"You ask her out?"

Quil nodded.

Grace shook her head with a frown. "Unbelievable. I wasn't allowed to date until I turned sixteen. How is this even fair?"

Quil made a face. "Grace, you dated before you were sixteen," he said.

"I didn't say I didn't date. I said I wasn't allowed to date. I don't know why Claire gets to, with a guy in his twenties no less."

"Technically, I'm sixteen," Quil said in his own defense.

"Yeah, okay," Grace snarked.

"Well as pleasant as our conversations always are, I have to go."

Quil walked past a glaring Grace, shouted a good bye to Sharon, and began to head home.

Halfway home the realization hit him. He was going on a date with Claire. The idea of it dropped so heavily on him, that he actually staggered for a moment. He thought he was going to pass out right there on the side of the road and was thankful he had decided to walk home, rather than take his car. He wondered if anyone else in the world had ever felt this simultaneously excited and scared shitless. On the one hand this was something Quil had been waiting for, for twelve years. On the other hand it was a year and a half too soon. He had lived his life to the mantra of when Claire turns sixteen, when Claire turns sixteen, but now….well now she was barely fifteen. No matter what Sharon said, no matter how he felt, no matter how Claire felt, deep down in his gut this still just felt…wrong. He knew he wanted this, but the fact that he did want it scared the hell out of him. More than anything else he wanted Claire to be happy. He knew he loved her more than anything on the face of the earth, but didn't that give him a moral responsibility to do right by her? He always felt he had, but now he wasn't so sure. Just because she thought she was ready, did that actually make her ready? The more he thought about it, the sicker he felt. Obviously he couldn't tell her he changed his mind. That would devastate her. But what about him? He wasn't sure he could handle the crush of emotions that were pressing in on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He needed to escape, needed to free himself from the guilt that sat like a cruel angel on his shoulder, whispering in his ear that he was being selfish. That he was kind of sick. That this whole thing was very, very wrong.

Quil bent over, hands on his knees and took a few gasping breaths. When he straightened up, he found his feet taking him in the opposite direction of home. He wasn't entirely surprised to find himself opening the door of Ruby's and taking a seat at the bar.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Ateara," Haley Trudoe said with a smile.

"Hey," Quil said. "Can I get a Bud?"

"Sure thing sweetie." Haley grabbed Quil's beer and set it on the bar. "So what has you dragging yourself inside on this beautiful day? I figured you'd be at the beach or on the cliffs or something."

"I've just got a lot on my mind. You know…..relationship stuff."

"Ahhh," Haley smiled. "Well, you want to talk about it?"

Quil shook his head. "Not really, I just wanna drink this beer and have a little non consequential conversation. Is that cool?"

Haley nodded. "No problem sugar. Sooo……let's talk all about me."

Quil laughed. "Sounds like a plan," he said.

Two hours later and a little tipsy, Quil left Ruby's feeling a bit better. He had managed to forget about his guilt for a little while at least. He didn't know why, but talking to Haley always made him feel better. He liked to think that if he hadn't imprinted he would have ended up with someone like her. Hell, with their history he probably would have ended up with her. But now as he walked home, that good feeling began to fade. The guilt tried to worm it's way back in, but he pushed it aside. He decided right then and there that he was not going to feel bad about this. He had promised to take Claire on a date, and that was what he was going to do.