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Quil's POV (surprise)-

It has been 6 days since she's been staying with us. That's enough time right? I mean she kissed me only yesterday morning, she didn't seem to mind. So, that means she likes me right? God, this is so confusing! Girls are so so- AH! I don't even know…they're- they are so weird! I mean I like- I mean I think I might even love her so I kissed her. I showed her that I love her. She sort of showed me to, sort of, I guess, she kissed me back, well I sort of, we only kissed for like a second but still she didn't pull away. So that means she likes me right? Right?!

Oh no! what if she just couldn't pull away? What if having the pillow behind her head restrained her so that she couldn't pull away when I tried the kiss her. AH! That's horrible. No, no no no no no that's not it. She could have pulled away or pushed or something. No, she likes me at least a little. I think. AH! I hate this! But I love her. Yes, I love Isabella Swan. I have since I met her. I am not losing that. So just ask! Go!

Ready and knock! No no no, AH! I can't do it!... Yes you can!

My thoughts had dashed around in my mind like this for at least an hour. I was pacing outside of her room, every couple minutes I would reach for the handle or gather my hand into a fist to lightly knock on the door but my mind would again swirl with thoughts of rejection or some kind of miserable ending.

I wanted to take Bella on a date tonight. I wanted to take her down by the beach and eat a picnic with her, to keep her warm cuddling her to my side shielding her from the world keeping her body, her heart, her life all to myself. To keep her from Cullen. My body shook with anger every time I thought of him.

I would see the picture of Jake lying lifelessly on the blood soaked earth, Bella's un-emotional eyes when I first met her after he had left, her tears when she cried because of what he had done. They would individually flash in my mind making me restrain the new sensations of anger pulsing in my blood, down my spine, into my very core. But, I would think of her. Bella. Her amazing smile, the laugh that would never cease to bring a grin to my face, the coolness of her skin on mine, her hair as it flew aimlessly and beautifully in the wind. I would immediately calm down not wanting to even have the chance to harm her.

The pack had accepted her somewhat. They knew I wouldn't willingly let her leave without trailing behind, so they all followed Sam's lead to get used to her presence. I had astounded everyone that day, standing up to Sam. No one questioned Sam's ruling, but I had, had to. I had to keep her safe, with me.

They warned me, all of them separately some more harshly then others. I had to keep calm, I was very young, I couldn't risk changing at any time. They would leave me with her for a week, but I after that, they needed me to help patrol the land. I couldn't protest this offer; it was more than I thought I would receive. Sam needed to train me, to restrain, to change, to hunt, to track, to kill. But, he would wait, because he understood. He understood love.

As I paced back and forth in the hallway debating with myself on what I was going to do I tried to think of the possible good outcomes instead of the negatives. I could ask, put everything out there, leave her to decide. Or I could leave now dignity in tact, not risking getting angry and changing, not making rejection a possibility.

No, I would ask. She was living in this house with me for God sakes! She had to sort of like me. Slowly I knocked on the wood door. An angelic little voice called from the other side, "Hold on!" I waited and heard the close of a book and then as she made her way to the door, she tripped a hushed "Shit," fell from her mouth. I tensed ready to go inside immediately in case she was hurt.

"Are you alright?" I asked hand already on the door knob.

"Just dandy!" she said sarcastically. But then the door opened, and a slightly ruffled and blushing Bella appeared. A smile erupted over my face, and I knew I looked like an idiot smiling like a clown at the most beautiful being in the world. "Hi," she breathed.

"Hello," I replied trying to come up with words but none made a debut. We stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"Did you ummmm, need something? Or did you just come to say hi," she smiled quizzically at me.

"Oh uh, no- I well- I just," I looked down at the ground, hoping to reorganize my thoughts which was hard to do when distracted by her beauty. Great now I sound like a bumbling idiot! Just great Quil! Great job!

"Excuse me?" I heard Bella say interrupting my sarcastic self scolding. Oh frick I must have said something out loud.

"Uh, nothing," I tried to pass it off, "I just wanted to say hi," I nodded my head and shifted to the other foot smiling nervously.

"Okay then uh hi?" she laughed lightly after, which made my smile grow immeasurably listening to my favorite sound in the world.

"Hi," Of course you say something stupid! God you should just go slam your head into something! Give up, you already sound like a frickin fool, don't make it any worse! I thought to myself. Turning away from the door, "I'll talk to you later then," I sounded ridiculous and wanted to go sulk in my stupidity.

"Okay bye, Quil," Bella replied, holding back giggles. I took one step away from the door and was hit with sudden urgency. I ripped around again and grabbed the door just before it closed.

"Bella?" I asked quickly as she opened the door again with a slightly confused slightly questioning expression on her stunning face.

"Yes?"

"Ummmm, I was wondering, I mean you don't have to or anything, it was just an idea, uh," She nodded her head signaling me to continue. Spit it out you idiot! "Well if you didn't have anything planned, or whatever, I mean if you do that's totally fine," Her face turned from question to possibly pondering how she ended up staying in a house with such a spaz. One of her delicate eyebrows as raised the other furrowed down, her head was tilted to the side and she was biting one side of her delicious looking lips. Ask now! "Bella would you go on a date with me tonight?" I said it faster than expected and felt a shocked expression reach my face after I finished realizing that I had finally done it, then I smiled at her.

Her smile grew, and I reveled as my chest swelled with delight knowing I had caused her happiness. She looked down devilishly for a moment, "Well, I was going to reorganize my suitcases and go to bed early," I felt my heart sink a little but it was soon brought back up and beyond where it had originally sat, "But if I rearranged, I guess that would be alright," She giggled girlishly. I smiled knowing that somewhere in that sarcasm was the answer I wanted, yes. "Quil?" I looked into her deep brown eyes that were fixed on mine, I almost looked down embarrassed at how plain mine were compared with hers, "I would LOVE to go on a date with you tonight,"

Again, my smile grew wider, which I didn't think was humanely possible, but obviously it was. She quickly jumped up and down very excitedly twice in female joy I guessed and then jumped into my arms. I was beyond myself in pure bliss. If she only stayed in my arms forever, I would die an amazingly happy man.

Our wonderful moment was cut short when I knew I had to start preparing. I looked back at Bella's adorable smile nuzzled into my chest and regrettably pulled her back. She still smiled as she leaned against the doorway.

"Can you be ready at 6?" I asked deciding that gave me enough time.

She glanced at the clock and by the look on her face calculated the hours in her mind. She scrunched her eyes a little and shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so, that's perfect." She smiled again and started back into her room eyeing her suitcases. "I will see you later then?" I could see the anticipation in her eyes and smiled yet again.

I nodded and then remembered something. "Bella?" She turned around grinning softly. "Thank you," Couldn't forget the manners. She laughed, and then replied,

"No, thank you," And paused. I turned to walk and heard her whisper, "For everything," When I twisted back to the door to answer the closed the door with a click. I only took a deep breath in utter unexplainable happiness and shook my head.

As I started down the stairs to where my mother was in the kitchen I muttered to myself making sure I told her later, "You are welcome, but deserve so much more, I would give you anything."

Down in the kitchen my always busy mother was stirring something that smelled deliciously thick with tomato. I rested my head on her shoulder and smiled as she held up the spoon for me to taste. I gladly took the red broth into my mouth and closed my eyes as its warmth spread through my throat.

"Delicious as always," I complimented handing the spoon back to her.

"Thank you, Thank you," she said pretending to take a bow. I laughed and then remembered my business down here.

"Mom?" I took a breath, nervous about telling my mom anything about Bella.

"Yes?" She retorted back to stirring the soup.

"I as wondering if you could help me. I need some uh- girl help," I looked at floor embarrassed. I saw a smile spread on her face in the reflection in the window and she turned around.

"You sure do," I cocked my head to the side signaling that I didn't understand.

"What do you mea-" I was cut short.

"Mom's know all," She said knowingly using her red splattered spoon for emphasis. "You love Bella," I stopped breathing. How did she know? She inadvertently answered my thought, "Honey, I know these things, I can see it between you two, It's blatantly obvious. All you have to know is what to look for." She shook her head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What- What do you mean?" She turned back to her cooking but continued.

"You look at Bella, with the same eyes, the same adoring look your father used to give me. I would recognize it anywhere." I blushed and smiled at her comment. I thought I was doing well keeping my secret. "You know Quil? I think she loves you to?" I stopped breathing. "But for some reason I can almost see the constant debate inside her mind, like something is stopping her from loving you. As if she is still waiting for something. Someone." I sat on the counter in the kitchen of my little house; my mouth was hanging open gaping at my mother. She was amazing. She knew everything. Just like she had said before.

When I didn't reply she turned around to look at me, "Is there someone else Quil?" I was asking myself the same question.

"I don't know mom. I don't know." It was true. I had no idea. I thought when she came to stay with me that she was over him. Over that bloodsucker. Even one thought of him made me shake with anger. I calmed myself. But was she? I mean she had loved him, or at least Jake said she had. And I saw the way she had looked at him that day, I could almost feel the love radiating off of her. But, I thought it was over. She left him. All of him. Right?

I felt my mother's worried stare on me as I pondered everything over. I looked up and she looked not worried, but merely interested. Interested in helping, giving advice. So, I took the chance. I took the opportunity for help and explained everything.

I started from that first day meeting her, how I could immediately feel chemistry between us as she shook my hand and looked me in the eyes. The look of depression in her beautiful eyes because he left and the absolute hold it had on my heart. Then I told her about the leech. Edward Cullen, I told her what I knew about his and Bella's relationship, about the treaty, about my jealousy. I skipped months and went to Jacob's death. I told her everything. She didn't flinch once, not even when I told her who had killed him. Then I ended with the past week and a half, the fight, the pack's anger, and Bella.

My mom took everything, merely nodding and smiling at appropriate parts as if I was telling a story not admitting my every important emotion and event that had occurred in the last year or so.

I looked up after telling her about asking Bella on a date, and finally got to my question, "Mom, will you help me, learn to uh- dance? We only have about an hour but, I need to know how for tonight." I could feel her maternal smile on me as I raised my abashed gaze returning to hers, and she merely nodded. Walking over to me, she pulled me into a hug, "Oh, my little Quil, give her time, she loves you, but she needs time to get over Edward. I flinched angrily at his name, but instead thought about the idea of being loved by Bella. It sounded… like heaven.

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