AN: Here it is people! THE PROPOSAL. And thanks to whoever told me that the proposal idea was from the Valentine's Day episode of "What I like about you."

And... someone asked me if I was going to do a lemon for this story. And I won't. Why, you may ask? Well, I have no clue how. I'm only fourteen. It would be really bad. But if there's anyone out there that wants to do one for this story, I'll gladly include it and you'll get full credit for it and everything. Just something to think about.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, it's characters, it's plotline or it's events. It's not mine, so don't sue!

Quil POV

"One last time." Alice said, sitting back in one of the chairs. Alice had made a stage out of the floor in front of the fireplace. Renesmee stood in as Claire, and Esme stood off to the corner, taking notes. When I asked why we would need notes, she simply said that whenever she got a good idea for a romantic thing I could say, she just had to write it down before she lost it.

Personally, I could not be more sick of this. I was sick of trying to make Renesmee to look like Claire. It just wouldn't work. I was putting my foot down.

"Wait! Alice, this sounds why too scripted! And way too prepared. I don't want it to look like I'm trying too hard, because it will all fall apart. I want my proposal to be almost impromptu! And I'm exhausted! Can we please just stop rehearsing! I don't want it to look like a show!" I looked around then, taking in reactions.

Alice had her eyes closed. Esme had put down the notepad and pen, and was looking at me with a little uncomfortable smile. Renesmee was looking at her feet. I had made this so awkward!

"You're ready, Quil. Go. You're ready." Alice said it with so much depth that I actually turned around and left, without a goodbye or a thank you. If Alice said I was ready, I was ready. I hopped into the car and noticed what time it was. It was six in the evening. Twilight. I wouldn't do it at midnight. I couldn't wait that long. Twilight would do just fine.

I pulled into the driveway of Claire's house. Claire herself came running out.

"Quil, where on earth have you been all day? I called every single pack member, and none of them had a clue! I was so confused!"

"It doesn't matter now; gather up all the trash in your house, I'm taking you to the dump." I got out of the car and led her into her own house.

"Quil? Who laced your drink? Why are you taking me to a dump?"

"You'll see later." I was getting impatient. After going through her bathroom, kitchen, living room and study, I only had about a grocery bag's worth of garbage. Why doesn't Claire have much garbage at her house?

"If I don't, will you tell me?" She said, standing with one hand on her hip.

I looked at her. I knew she would get it, but I promised her I would anyway. She smiled, trusting me, but still a little confused. That's good. She didn't suspect a thing.

We climbed into my car and I pulled out of her driveway. Claire was silent the way there. And I had the inescapable feeling that I was forgetting something important.

The ring.

Good job, Quil. Good flipping job.

"We're turning around." I said, pulling a u-turn and flooring it. I was annoyed at myself for messing this up.

"Why?" Claire scrunched her eyebrows together.

"I forgot... my garbage. If we're going to go to the dump, I may as well bring my garbage." I chuckled nervously and cleared my throat.

Claire sighed and rolled her eyes, so I leaned over and kissed her cheek.

She smiled and hit my arm. "Keep your eyes on the road." She giggled.

"I could drive better than you blindfolded." I said. She faked being insulted and smiled a real, genuine smile.

I sprinted into my house, grabbed a ting garbage bag and threw all the garbage in my house in it. Okay... it took three small garbage bags, but I got what I was looking for. The ring was in my pocket now, and I had to check at least three more times before I walked out the door.

"Back. Let's go to the dump." I said, smiling as I climbed into my car. Claire was playing with her hands.

"You know..." Claire trailed off. "I would really really love to know why we're going to the dump."

"All in time, Claire. All in time" Was all I said.

***

"Quil, can we make this fast? It really smells here." Claire pinched the bridge of her button nose. I laughed. She was too cute for words.

"Yes. We can." I said as I stepped over a black thing that appeared to be moving.

I found us a clean-ish spot and took my bag. I dumped my trash and looked at Claire. She was undoing the strings of her garbage bag with both hands. I lashed out and grabbed both her hands with one and she yelped.

"Claire." I took a deep breath, suddenly very nervous. "The whole purpose of going to the dump was not... to dump our garbage."

"I didn't think so." Claire huffed, but smiled a little smile.

I lowered myself to one knee. I looked at the ground until I thought I could face Claire. When I looked up, her eyes were wide, wide, wide and her mouth was a tight line. I took another deep breath and sighed.

"Claire. You are everything I could want and need. You make me who I am today, and who I will be tomorrow. When I look into my future, I will admit I'm not sure of what I see. But one thing I know for sure. The background is fuzzy, but you are crystal clear. Claire Young." Last deep breath. "The love of my today and tomorrow. Will you marry me?"

I pulled the ring out of my pocket and showed it to her as I said the last four words. Her eyes shut, and a tear fell down her right cheek. She shook.

"Oh my God." More tears slid down her face. She knelt on the ground in front of me. "Yes. Oh my lord, yes!" She laughed and threw herself at me. She brought her lips to mine and kissed me with more force than I knew she had. It was a good thing I was strong, or we would have been horizontal on the garbage. Fun.

"Quil! Ah! We are engaged!" More tears rolled down her cheeks and I kissed them away. "We're engaged." She whipped out her BlackBerry. "I have to tell people."

"Ah nah ah" I said, taking the BlackBerry out of her hands. She looked at me, shocked. She once told me that I was first in her life, but her BlackBerry was second. It never left her person unless she was sleeping or showering. Even then.

"First, we are going to tell them all at the tribal." I said slowly.

"You set up a tribal to tell them all?! Quil, you are so smart." She hugged me.

"I'm not done." She sobered up at once. "And second, don't you want to have something to show them?" I waved the box in front of her face.

She snatched it, but looked at me before she opened it. "Can I open it?"

"Claire-bear, it is your ring, you know. Go ahead."

She opened it, and no camera could capture the look on her perfect face when she saw it. Her eyes lit up, and the tears began to roll once more.

"You had Alice pick it out for you right?" She laughed.

"Sort of... she assisted in the selection. But it was mostly me." I said proudly. I slipped it on her hand. "So... are we going to go home and wait around patiently for the bonfire?" I asked.

"Waiting, yes. Patiently? Hell no."

I laughed, and she laughed too. I stood, offering her my hand. I wrapped my arm around her, feeling content.

"Quil? Can I ask you something?" Claire turned her head to look up at me.

"Sure."

"Why on earth did you propose to me at a dump?"

AN: Hit or miss, people? Next chapter is the tribal, then... well, you guys are going to have to read it!