AN: Well, it took thirty chapters for me to get writers block on this story, that's a record for me. I'm so sorry this took so long. I had to rewrite it so many times and then I got caught up in three other Twilight stories I'm writing. Oh, by the way, I've got Willa and Seth's story up on my profile if you haven't seen it, it's Boy's Are Frustrating. Go read it! Thank you all for over 650 reviews! Its amazing! The next chapter shouldn't take as long, but I don't think I'll be able to do my daily updating, I've got two jobs now and there isn't much time for me to write now. But I will write!

Chapter Thirty-One

A Fun Sleepover

There wasn't much for me to do while I waited for someone to come back. Dad showed up first, with two armfuls of food and a confused look. I had fun explaining where Willa had gone and why. When I stuttered through telling him she was at Seth's he didn't need any more answers, it was like Seth was the answer to everything.

Hours passed and no one came back, not Willa, not Seth and not Quil. I didn't like that. I wanted Quil to come back. I finally knew Willa was going to be okay and I wouldn't be distracted anymore and he runs off into the woods. I can see how it frustrated him so much.

After dinner I was helping Dad clean the kitchen when the phone rang. He put down the dishrag he was using to dry the pots that I washed and answered the phone.

"Yes?" He asked almost singing. "Ah, Cupcake, what's new?" He asked happily. I looked over my shoulder at him as he sighed heavily. "Jelly Bean is out, here Claire can explain." He said, walking up to me with the phone and holding it out for me. "It's your sister." He said simply.

I dried my hands off quickly and took the phone from him, trying not to shake in uncertainty. I held it gently to my ear and swallowed tightly. "Hello?" I croaked.

"Hi Claire, its Dana. You probably don't remember me, that's okay, we can get into all that later, I was just wondering about Willa." Dana rambled nervously. She had a very soft and soothing voice.

"She's waiting at Seth's until he comes back." I answered amused. Willa seemed to be throwing everyone for a loop.

"Ah, so I did miss D-Day. How much furniture is broken?" She asked laughing.

"A chair and bedside table, not to mention the two doors." I answered counting it off on my fingers, watching Dad as he winced as I spoke.

"Yeah, I figured that much." She said woefully. "Could you call when she comes back?" She asked hopefully.

"I can." I assured.

"Thank you," She said relieved.

"No problem," I said smiling, even though she couldn't see. "Goodnight," I said after a moment of silence.

"Bye," She said awkwardly before the line went dead.

I hung up the phone and went back to the sink where Dad was waiting for me to help him finish. "She seems really nice." I said still smiling.

"You and her a lot alike. She's just not a people person, though." Dad said grinning.

"That sounds like you." I mumbled under my breath.

"Hey! People like me." He snapped.

"It's only because you're pretty." I said sardonically.

"Damn right," He said with a cocky smile.

After Dad and I finished cleaning I went up to my room and waited rather impatiently. I hung around my window, watching the woods hopefully. A few more hours passed and the house fell silent as Dad went to bed. I couldn't sleep. I was afraid to. I keep having nightmares and it's getting exhausting and I wanted to wait for Quil, to see if he would stay with me so I could sleep.

I really wish these werewolves of mine weren't so quiet and quick, and then I might actually be able to see him slinking around the woods. I had already learned that Quil would always be near me if he could, even if that meant sleeping outside my window, so I also knew that it wouldn't take long before Quil would be watching me from my backyard.

I glanced back at the clock to find it was past midnight and my legs were getting tired, not to mention the rest of my body.

"Quil!" I whispered harshly into the air of the summer's night. The leaves didn't even rustle. "Quil!" I repeated. There was still nothing. I was about to give up when half naked Quil jumped onto the roof next to my window.

"What's wrong?" He asked worryingly as he leaned toward my window. He looked so upset, like I was being murdered, not talking into the night.

"You're a jumpy fellow." I noted as I looked at the height of the roof he just leapt onto. He waited patiently. "Can you stay with me?" I asked hopefully. He sighed painfully. "Just until I can sleep." I added pleadingly.

"I don't think Jeff would like that." He said shaking his head. He looked so pathetic trying to deny me.

"Please?" I asked again, this time reaching out to take his hand.

He groaned and dropped his head. "You're going to get me skinned alive." He muttered, looking up at me with tired eyes.

I stepped away from the window and let him climb in then I proceeded to jump into his arms as soon as both his feet where on the ground.

"I thought you wanted to sleep." He asked amused.

"I wanted a hug." I said truthfully.

I expected him to try and detach me from him, but instead, he lay down on my bed with me in his arms. I was about to close my eyes and fall asleep when I had to look up at him and laughed.

"What?" He asked smiling.

"You're huge and this bed isn't." I pointed out still giggling a little. I looked down at the end of my bed and saw his feet hanging off the end of the bed.

He also looked to his feet and shook his head. "I know. I'm the laughing stock of the Rez." He sighed, falling back into bed.

I snuggled deeper into his arms, smiling as I rested my forehead on the junction of his neck and chest. I could feel his heart beat at my throat and that was enough to soothe me into a sleep if Quil hadn't started squirming. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, his mind looked like he was somewhere else.

"You don't look so comfortable." I noted with a frown. I might sleep better with him, but I don't want him to stay with me just because I'm his imprint.

"I can't be." He said as he started stroking the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

"Why not?" I asked, trying my hardest to focus on his eyes and not his lips that pouted down at me.

"Then I'll sleep." He said somewhat pained. He looked like he could use the sleep.

"Then sleep." I said confused. Why can't he sleep?

"But I-" I stopped him there.

I covered his mouth with my hand before he could finish. "Ah! No buts, just sleep." I ordered.

His brow rose as I lowered my hand from his face. "You are very demanding." He said somewhat surprised.

"You are very stubborn." I countered with narrowed eyes.

He grinned triumphantly. "I learned from the best." He murmured happily.

I settled my head back to where I could feel his heart beat against me and pressed my hands flat against his chest, trying not to throw my leg over his like I wanted. I felt his arms snake around me with one of his hands settling on my upper back and the other tangled in my hair. I was pressed firmly against him, every inch of my front was in contact with Quil and boy that is a nice way to sleep.

Well, I would have slept if Quil hadn't nuzzled into my neck and proceeded to kiss the strained flesh of my neck.

I have one spot on my whole body that just makes me shudder when properly attended to, and that happens to be the curve of my neck. And Quil was giving it the proper attention, and then some. I let out a gasp I couldn't stop, clenched his sides, and pushed my face against his chest. The last thing I needed now was for Quil to see how red my face could really go.

I thought he would pull away, say something about how this was a bad idea, but he didn't, he started nibbling on that damn spot.

And he says I'm going to be the end of him. Try the other way around!

I shuddered and my nails dug into his skin as his teeth scraped against my neck. I tried to bite down on my lip, but I grazed his clavicle, rather harshly, in the process. His fingers tightened in my hair and I knew just how to get him back.

I raised my head a little and found his pulse on his neck and nipped at it. I heard, and felt, him growl and not in the angry way, but the feral way. The growl on its own made me shiver. I couldn't take it, the teeth, the growling, the hands. I pulled away and grabbed his face, smashing my lips against his.

There was desperation from Quil's lips as he returned the kiss, not a fearful desperation but a frantic attack of closeness. I couldn't blame him for his gusto, thirteen years without physical contact, I'd be starved for kisses too.

I pulled him down so he was angled on top of me and he followed my unspoken orders without struggle. I threaded my fingers into his hair as I continued to hold him firm against my lips. His own lips parted and nipped at my bottom lip.

I lost that little bit of control I had and just went nuts.

It didn't take long for my tongue to worm its way into Quil's mouth and he sucked in a breath through his nose and then attacked with his own tongue.

It was a flat out battle after that.

I didn't worry about wrapping my legs around him and holding him tightly against me. One of his hands wandered down my body and groped my bottom and thighs. I arched into him and clawed at his shoulders, those ridiculously muscled shoulders.

I squealed when his fingers dug a little too deep into the back of my thigh and he stopped. I pouted as he pulled away from me and followed him as he sat back on his legs. I climbed into his lap and kept my legs tight around him.

He held my face with one hand while the other cradled the small of my back. "This isn't the best time." He murmured gruffly.

"Why not?" I whined. I was starting to have a lot of fun. More than I've had in my entire time here.

"I'll explain in the morning." He assured in a hushed voice.

"Promise?" I asked painfully.

He leaned forward and kissed me deeply. He pulled away and kept his forehead pressed to mine and looked deep into my eyes. "I promise," He answered seriously.

"Can you still stay?" I asked meekly. After our little make out act, I wasn't entirely sure if he would be up to staying with me.

He nodded and pulled me onto an entirely soothing hug. One of those hugs where you're completely covered by someone else, and you know you're safe and loved and happy. "Yeah," He breathed into my ear.

I relaxed even more into his arms and let him pull me down onto the bed as he fell back. I cuddled back into the place where the whole mess started, in the crook of his neck, but kept my lips to myself before I went crazy again. His arms were tense around me while I easily slipped into a deep sleep.

I woke up alone. Quil was no where to be found. The spot where he slept was fixed to look like no one had even been there. I felt my eyes start to burn with tears. He had left without saying anything. Well, there could have been an emergency.

No, he would have woken me up, and or someone else would be here in his place.

I tried to blink away my tears as I rushed through changing out of my pajamas. It really didn't help, tears streaked my cheeks and my heart continued to ache. I didn't want to think about why Quil would leave me without saying because the fact that he wasn't here was depressing enough.

Once I was decent I wiped away my tears and tried to blink away the redness in my eyes then made my way downstairs. I heard my dad talking to himself as I was in the hallway.

I listened to him as walked down the stairs slowly. "She's mystery, Willa, reminds me of myself at that age. I never told anyone anything and if I did it was vague. Just be happy you got the one that actually talks to you."

Wait, was he talking to someone? I finished walking down the stairs and Dad was in the kitchen and Quil was sitting at the dining room table. They both smiled at me as I walked into the dining room.

"Hey sleepy head." Quil said amused as I stared at him awestruck.

"Hi," I muttered.

"Want some breakfast?" Dad offered as he set a full plate of pancakes and sausage links on the table across from Quil.

I could only nod as I shuffled over to the seat. Well I feel like an idiot now.

The cell phone in Dad's pocket started to ring and he groaned. "It's probably the shop, I'll take this outside while I yell at those dumbasses." He grumbled sourly as he left the house in a huff.

"You okay?" He asked worryingly.

"I thought you left." I answered quietly, glancing at him for a moment.

He looked like I stabbed him in the gut and in the blink of an eye he went from sitting across from me to standing in front of me and pulling me up into a hug. "No, I had to leave when I heard your dad wake up." He murmured into my hair as he rocked me in place. "He's pretty laid back with everything, but I don't want to push him." He added as he brushed my hair with his fingers. "I knew I should have woken you up." He cursed himself as he hugged me tighter. I didn't want to make him feel bad, but it's so nice when he hugs me like this.

"Why didn't you?" I asked as I snuggled into his chest.

He pulled away and I saw him smile then. "You looked so damn cute snoring." He answered with a smirk.

I blushed brightly and smacked his chest and tried wriggle out of his arms, but he wouldn't let me I finally gave up with a sigh. "Wake me up next time okay?" I asked insistently. I didn't need a panic attack every time I woke up alone. Maybe one day I might actually be able to sleep alone!

"Alright," He promised smiling.

He let me go and I sat back in front of my plate and he sat next to me. Not two seconds later my dad cam busting in. "Those dipshits can't scratch their ass without me." He growled as he stalked in.

"Didn't need that image at breakfast, Dad." I groaned as I dropped the sausage I was about to eat.

"Right, sorry." He said guiltily as he stuffed his feet into his boots. "I gotta go in, they broke something, and I'll try to be back for dinner." He explained as he grabbed his coat and keys.

"Okay," I said with a sad smile. Sure, it was more alone time with Quil, but I like spending time with my dad too.

"Don't piss her off, I don't need anymore girl drama." Dad said with a pointed finger to Quil.

"I'll try my hardest." Quil said trying his hardest to give my dad a serious look.

"Good," Dad said with a nod as he left.

There was silence for a moment before I felt Quil's eyes start to burn a hole into the side of my face and I looked up at him expectantly.

His face was full of dead seriousness. "Can I ask you something?" He asked nervously.

I was starting to get worried. "Yeah," I said confused.

"Do you want to be with me?" He asked desperately.

I started laughing like a banshee.

AN: Review! The next chapter is from Quil's POV, becase we haven't seen his side in a while.