AN: I got a bit of enthusiasm over this idea, so I going to continue it! Yay!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's one of the big ones! Really important!

***Attention! I will be changing my name to "iWantTheLastDance" after I tell all my fans and people I associate with about it. I just don't want you all to get confused!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight! Or its characters! Or anything else Twilight-related. And no matter how many times I ask Santa, he won't give it to me =P. And the engagement idea is not mine either; it's from a movie whose name slips my mind. If and when I remember, I will put it here.

Quil POV:

Claire twitched in my arms, and I knew she was just about to wake up. She would always twitch her neck, and then each arm, then both her legs at once, her neck once more, and then she'd wake up. I had no clue why. That's just how it is.

I raised my head above her own and eyed my dresser. I squinted at the top drawer. Claire had re-organized my five-drawer dresser. The bottom drawer was socks and underwear, the one above that was pants she didn't like. Then shirts she didn't like. The top drawer was shirts she did like, then underneath that were pants she did like. But what she didn't know was that the top drawer was not just the "Shirts Claire Likes" drawer. It was also the "Shirts Claire Likes PLUS the engagement ring Quil doesn't want Claire to see."

I've had the ring for a while now, since about three months ago. I had been saving up for it since Claire was thirteen, when she was starting to have feelings for me, but didn't want to admit it, because one; she thought I would never return those feelings (yeah, right); two; Physically I look twenty five, and that would look gross (she had a point there); three; she had a lot on her mind, with boys chasing her left right and center (I was chasing them, too... chasing them down). She said she dated those guys to get me off her mind, but it never worked, really. She would just compare them to me in her head. Quil wouldn't take me here. Quil wouldn't make me watch this shit-movie. I don't really know why, but it sent a secret thrill though me.

I have to say I was proud of the ring. I had been saving for almost seven years, putting away about a thousand dollars a year. I had to work a ton of extra shifts at the souvenir shop, and I fixed so many damn cars it was unreal. I hadn't spent it all on the ring, of course; I just wanted to make sure I had a good margin to get her the perfect one. I also wanted to make sure I could foot the bill for the wedding bands, too. And I loved it. I knew Claire wasn't a fan of gold, and for some reason, she loved platinum. She was a little shy, so I knew she didn't want something that would draw a lot of attention to it. And I knew when we took a weekend away in Seattle, I had to physically pry her out of Tiffany's so we could get to our diner reservation on time. And in that moment, I knew the ring had to be Tiffany. And that's where I got it.

I went back three months ago to get it. And Alice "just had to come", as she said. She had gone to Tiffany with Jake to get Renesmee's ring a couple of years ago, and wasn't about to let me go by myself. I had the rest of the pack cover for me, and they all pretended there were some horrible leeches in town. The Cullens played along, too, which was great. Claire spent some quality time with Renesmee, which I knew she loved, even though she says "I was worried about you the whole time. I couldn't have any fun." If that was the case, she wouldn't be talking on her BlackBerry for hours upon end with her, now would she?

I knew from buying her rings before that if I could fit it to my first pinkie knuckle, it would fit her little hand perfectly. All I knew was that if I was a girl, I would love it. Alice made sure I got the Tiffany Setting Ring. The ring of all rings, she told me. It was gorgeous. I would never admit it, but I was glad I had Alice there to help me. Sometimes, when Claire wasn't around (shopping with Alice and Renesmee, usually), I would pull it out of my drawer and look at it. The beautiful cut (they cut for beauty, not size, as they told me), the perfect color (it was and F diamond, which meant almost colorless), the clarity (VVs – very, very included, which meant it was near flawless), the carat weight (not too much, not too little. It was half a carat). It was too perfect for my Claire.

Now that I had the ring, I had to figure out just how to pop the question. I didn't want to do something cliché, like hide it inside the cake at diner. I didn't want to make it sound too planned, either, like having candles everywhere, music playing and all that. Claire didn't like people giving her too much attention, or when people made too much of a fuss. I was so confused about what to do.

The idea hit me suddenly, and I thought about how stupid I was; not to have thought about it before.

"Quil? You up, Quil?" Claire's voice was full of sleep. She was tired. After last night... let's just say I would be tired, too, if I hadn't been surviving on two hours sleep for the last 15 years of my life anyway. Yeah, you heard me. Two hours of sleep.

"Yeah I'm up and I'm heading out. Bye Claire-Bear." I was in too much of a hurry to give her a goodbye kiss, so I hugged her. When I pulled away she looked confused.

"Where are you going? Stay with me. Come back to bed with me." She combined sadness with desire with happiness and disappointment. How did she manage to do that?

"Sorry I really gotta run. You'll thank me later, I promise. Bye." And with that, I was out the door, climbing into my car and driving to Jake's house, so we could pay a visit to Renesmee. No shape-shifter was allowed to go past the boundary line without Jake now. It sucked, but that's how it works.

I didn't even ask Jake to come with me. He climbed in the car, confused, but Jake was up for everything and anything, especially when it concerned Renesmee or the place she was right now.

I drove fast, wanting to get there, get it over with, and propose to Claire as soon as physically possible.

"Quil, dude, slow down. Your car's gonna barf, man. What's the rush?" He looked at me with a bit of teasing in his eyes.

"I need to talk to Renesmee."

Small pause. "Why?"

"Remember when I went to Seattle with Pixie to get the ring?"

"She has a name; it's Alice. And yes, I do remember. And I'm guessing you want to pop the question really soon. I'm just gonna throw this one out there, but since Renesmee and Claire are like that now - " he crossed his fingers " – You want to talk to Renesmee about it, so she can help you figure it out. Plus, I know you don't like 'Pixie', but you know that she's a hopeless romantic and will come up with something perfect, like she did for me."

I sighed. Jacob's proposal to Renesmee had been beautiful. He took her to the meadow where her parents fell in love for a picnic. It was like any other date, really, except he gave her flowers at the end, not the beginning. You know why? Because in the one red rose, surrounded by twenty-three white roses, was the ring. She found it right away, with that vision of hers, and put it on. Jake didn't ask, and she didn't answer, but it was romantic and beautiful nonetheless. She did cry, as I've been told by Claire.

I sighed again. "You know me way to well for my own good, but yes, that was my plan."

"Knew it! I am good!" He laughed with me as we drove into the driveway. Renesmee bolted out the door and jumped on Jake as soon as he got out of the car.

"Hey kiddo!" I called out to Renesmee. She rolled her eyes at the name, but smiled.

"Hey Quil. We all know why you're here. Alice and Esme are in the cabin, I'll meet you there in a second." She turned to smile diabolically at Jake. I almost bolted into the woods, not wanting to witness their play-fight. They weren't at all romantic, but they were so weird. I just didn't like to watch them.

Esme poked her head out the door as I walked up the stone path to the cabin. "Come in." She said, and looked around. "Renesmee's coming, right?"

"Play-fight. She'll be there in a second." Esme nodded and I stepped inside.

It smelled like blood-sucker, but it wasn't too overwhelming. I could survive. I hope.

I took in my surroundings. Alice was scribbling furiously into a notebook the size of her hand off in the corner.

"Hey Pixie!" I said, happily ironic.

"Hey Puppy!" She replied in the same happy ironic tone, not looking up from her notebook. "I've come up with couple of ideas, but none of them seem at all right. I keep seeing one, but I really hope that changes. It's really dumb."

"What is it?" I demanded.

"I see you proposing to her at the dump! THE DUMP!"

"Is there reasoning behind it?" I was puzzled. Who in their right minds would propose to someone they loved at a place they hated? It was a stupid idea... so why did it sound so alluring?

"Huh. I don't know. I was too concentrated on finding alternatives. Let me check." She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her temples, massaging them gently. Her eyes snapped open after a minute and she gasped. She sighed. "That's so romantic." Right there: that was the biggest shock of my life.

"Alice? What did you see?" Renesmee came strolling into the room, taking the question right out of my mouth.

"I saw Quil proposing to Claire at a dump!" She said it like a Disney princess talking about her One True Love. It was dripping with sappy love.

"Why?" She wrinkled her nose and turned to me, as if this was my idea in the first place.

"She hasn't told me yet." I said as Esme joined the group surrounding Alice in a loose semi-circle, looking equally confused.

"I saw them, twenty years later, and she was asking why he proposed to her at a dump. He turns to her and says 'I proposed there so that whenever you were feeling sad, angry, or just had a crappy day; I could cheer you up by saying 'Hey! Remember when I proposed to you at a dump?' And you would laugh and remember."

I swear I could see Renesmee melt inside. I could almost hear the 'Aww!' they were all thinking. Personally I think it was the most perfect idea in the world. But I had no idea how Claire would react.

"I love it!" Esme cried, breaking the silence.

"It's so unromantic, it's romantic. It's adorable!" Renesmee turned to me, eyes shining, and full with tears. Was it that good of an idea? I mean, if the girl's best friend is crying because it's such an amazing idea, it must seriously be.

"I like it." I finally said. "But how will she react?" The question was for Alice, since she could give me an actual answer I could trust, but Renesmee answered, losing the usual cool persona she had around everyone.

"She'll love it! I know it, Quil! Please do it! Please?"

I laughed. Renesmee was pretty cute sometimes. "Thanks for your opinion, Renesmee. It is most certainly appreciated, seeing as you and Claire are really close. But I would like to know what Alice sees." I turned to Alice once more. Renesmee blushed and Alice smiled a little smile.

"I see her being confused. Very confused. She thinks for a while before she answers. She knows she's going to say yes for sure, she just wants to figure out. She'll say yes and you'll kiss in the middle of the dump. She'll pull away, and then ask you, you tell her, and you kiss more. It will go perfect." All the vamp girls sighed at once, and even though I rolled my eyes at them, I had to say I almost sighed, too. It was too perfect. Claire wouldn't suspect a thing! I was excited.

But my good mood deflated when I realized how nervous I would get. What if she said no? What if things didn't go exactly as planned? What if she says yes, and we're engaged for a while, then she leaves me? What if I stutter, sounding like an idiot on one of the most important days of my life? Her life? Our lives?

"Guys, I don't think I can do this."

"Yeah." Alice smiled smugly, crossing her stick arms over her chest. "You're going to need to practice. And that's what you're going to do for the rest of the day." Esme and Renesmee came around behind her, looking just as smug. "I see you proposing at midnight," Alice continued. "We have all day."

Shit.

AN: There you have it. Next chapter will be a super good one! Keep your eyes peeled!