(Hey everyone! I'm experimenting with Quil's POV. Tell me how you like it. It took me like, over an hour to write this, so review, review, REVIEW!!)

CPOV

"Er... hi," I finally managed to say after a very long minute of silence.

"Hello," he replied, his face taut.

"How was work?" I tried. I wanted to avoid the whole first-kiss subject.

"Alright. How was... Mulva?" he asked. Oh my god! He wanted to know how good Mulva was at kissing? Maybe he WAS gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

"E-excuse me?" I stammered. I couldn't believe he asked me that.

"How was your date?" He almost spat the word, but tried to stay polite.

Oh. Our DATE. Not our kiss.

"Fine. We got ice cream," I explained, "and talked."

"Talked?" he raised a black eyebrow.

"Yes. Talked..." I thought for a moment. "Yeah. Talked. Oh, and ate."

"Yeah, eachother's faces."

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed.

"Nothing, nothing. So was he, you know... your first?" He asked, with what seemed a little bit too much curiosity for an older-brother figure to have.

"Yep."

Insert awkard pause here.

"Well. Good. I mean, yeah. That's what you wanted?" he queried.

"Yeah... I guess." he suddenly looked happy, like he does whenever I say I got what I wanted. Seriously, what gets him off about that? He asks if it's what I want and if I say yes, no matter how bad it is, he seems super glad about it.

I continued. "I mean... well, kind of. I didn't want it to be so soon, but I suppose-"

"He kissed you without your permission?!" he said, his face suddenly angry.

"Whoa! Slow down buddy!" I said with my hands up, palms facing him. "It was a kiss! I don't even care. Not really."

He unballed his fists. Why did he care so much about me, anyway? He didn't act this way about Jacqueline. Or anyone else, for that matter. Just me. He wants my life to be exactly how I want, even if how I want it is unreasonable.

"He still shouldn't have done it." He said quietly.

"I was bound to have my first kiss sometime, Quilcakes. And it was gonna have to be with someone."

"Yeah, I hoped it would be someone more mature and respectful!" he replied.

"Oh yeah? Who would your prime candidate for my first boyfriend be, Quil? Who should I have had my first kiss with?" I questioned.

He looked at me then. That look that made me feel like I was the most extraordinary, wonderful thing in the world. The look that made me feel like a beautiful queen instead of an ordinary 14 year old girl. The look that sometimes, more often that I'd like to admit, made me forget about mine and Quil's age difference. For a second, I could swear I saw him lean in. And the crazy part? I wasn't about to stop him. But Quil snapped out of his little trance and, in turn, made me snap out of mine as well.

"So?" I asked, still trying to shake it off. "Who should it have been?"

He just shrugged and said, with only a slight wavering in his voice, "I guess I just don't like seeing you grow up. Shall we head inside? You must be freezing."

I nodded and said, "I am, but why aren't you, Mister shorts-and-nothing-else on?"

Quil laughed and put a hand on my shoulder, leading me indoors.

"I have a high body temperature." was his reply.

No shit. Quil is like a hot water bottle, just like his other ginormous friends.

"That's right. All the La Push guys are super warm," I said.

"Haha. Yeah, that's one way of putting it," he said.

I left it at that. For now.

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QPOV

Thank god Claire hadn't asked me any questions about that yet. I knew I would always have to tell her the truth, but she asked her questions in such a way that I could answer without telling her about the whole, you know, me and my buddies transforming into werewolves thing.

As we walked inside, I couldn't stop thinking about that dillhole Mulva. If it was what made Claire happy, I would have done anything. I would have planned their dates for them. But if she didn't want him kissing her? It made me madder than anything. I always thought her first kiss would be with me. Always. In my plan, she would turn sixteen, I would tell her everything, and we would live happily ever after. But now...

Now different sequences were running through my mind. What if she didn't choose me? What if she just decided she wanted to be with Mulva forever? Or if she ran screaming when I told her my secret? Things that had never occured to be before were now annoying me to no end. I couldn't stop them.

"Quil?" my wonderful angel's voice brought me back to reality.

"Yes?" I asked.

"What were you daydreaming about? You look a little...distraught."

"Mmm. Just thinking about you," I replied without thinking. Claire's face turned light pink before she asked, "Me?"

"Yeah. Just thinking about..." Tell her a half truth. Come on. "You, growing up. The choices you'll make. How your life will end up."

Her face returned to its natural shade as a strange look leaked into her features for a moment. Dissapointment? Sadness? I couldn't tell. I didn't even know if I really saw it, or it was just my imagination.

"Oh," she said, then turned to her cupboard. "We're watching Godzilla tonight for movie night. Want butter lover's popcorn or movie style?"

I smiled before answering. We hadn't had moive night in at least a month or two, what with Claire finishing up her school year. This would be awesome. "Butter lover's, definitely. I haven't had sticky, salty, slimy disgusting popcorn in forever, so I should make up for lost time."

"Butter lover's it is. Can you change to channel 48? It's coming on the old movie's channel. I don't know where to get it on dvd, so I always check the listings and make sure I don't miss it." She smiled as she put the popcorn in the microwave, fixed the time, and started it.

"I know. You've only forced me to watch it with you twice a year since forever," I reminded her, laughing.

"Oh, shut up. You force me to watch that old movie with you all the time. The Notebook? Seriously, that came out like over ten years ago." she said, laughing as well.

"You know, that is a classic romance story. God. Learn to appreciate it."

"Riiight. I'm pretty sure my theories about you are correct," she told me.

"Theories? What theories?" I asked.

"Oh, You'll see. Popcorns ready. Can you grab me that bowl in the cupboard behind you?" she asked as she pulled the steaming bag from the microwave.

I happily obliged, glad to help her.

"Thanks," she said, and filled the bowl with delicious smelling buttery goodness.

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CPOV

"The worst thing about tv movies are the commercials. You are just getting to the exciting part, then BAM! Some phoney voice is telling you that you'll die without a freaking car washing cleaner," I grumbled.

"Yeah, but at least-" suddenly, the entire house was dark and quiet. Then everything started shaking...

"Oh my god. Quil, is this an-"

"Earthquake?" he supplied. "Yes. Come with me," he shouted, yanking me into his arms and pulling me outside.

I started trembling against his chest, scared for my life. It was shaking. A lot. Things were crashing, the power was out, and I said a silent prayer that everyone would be okay.

Tears started rolling down my cheeks and onto Quil's boiling hot torso as I saw the roof of the Clearwater's house get smashed from a forest tree.

I looked around, and saw other families running outside into the darkness. Seth grabbed his mother while Leah ran out with her fiancee, Collin and Brady had run out with their families, Uncle Sam with Aunt Emily and my cousin, Jared with Kim, Embry and his wife Joy, Jake pushing Billy Black's wheelchair, and other families that I recognized...

My mother and sister had gone out to Port Angeles. God, I hoped they were okay.

I noticed all of my friends and family within seconds, and knew there was more to come. I buried myself into Quil's body until the shaking slowed...

After about thirty seconds, the longest thirty seconds of my life, all was quiet. No power. No voices.

I craned my neck around and saw Quil's huge arms cradling me for all he was worth. His eyes, in the darkness, looked me over to see if I was okay.

I noticed Sam holding my eight year old cousin Maxwell in one arm, the other holding Emily close to him. Jared had Kim in a similar position I was being held in. Embry was practically covering his pregnant wife Joy, as well as her big belly. I noticed Sam's head snap up first. He looked at all of the huge Quilyeute boys and nodded once before murmuring something to Emily and running into the forest. Jake did the same to Billy, Embry to Joy, Jared to Kim... even Leah walked into the forest after reassuring her fiancee something. I didn't want to turn my head to face Quil; I knew he was going to say he had to leave.

"Claireykins... you okay?"

I nodded.

"It's my job to protect the forest. Remember?"

I nodded again.

"This is exactly the kind of thing my job entails. I'm just going to make sure everyone's okay."

"Please..." I croaked. Some dirt from the ground had gotten stirred up and into my throat. "Come back later."

I felt bad. I knew I was making Quil cut his work short so much lately, but I needed him so much...

"I really don't know if..." he trailed off after studying my face for a moment. "Alright. Of course I'll be here. I'll see you in a few hours."

He kissed my cheek and walked off into the forest as well. My cheek tingled from where he kissed me. I watched him leave, and started back into my house to assess the damage before Quil returned.

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