AN: Oh my lord, this had to be one of the worst writers blocks I've gotten in a while. I've got roughly eight more chapters before this is finished and I still have Boys Are Frustrating to finish. I'm working hard to finish them, so bear with me and I hope you enjoy this update! Thank you, everyone, for reading and reviewing. This has over 1,000, thats amazing! Thanks again and you are great!

Chapter Thirty-Seven

My Rez Is Better

We didn't even make it to the street before Quil stopped in his tracks and made me do the same. I tried to tug him along again but there was no use since he was so much bigger and stronger than me. I huffed and turned to face him.

"What was that?" He demanded, pointing back to the house I was so desperate to get away from.

"They just tried to set me up with someone!" I yelled, stomping my foot.

Quil tensed up and almost turned red. "What?" He ground out.

"Yeah, with a guy that was stoned out of his mind!" I continued to yell, not caring about Quil close to snapping.

Quil stared down at me, his eyes full of something angry and frustrated.

"Can we continue walking?" I asked in a huff, motioning around him.

Quil nodded and we started walking down the road. "What was his name?" He asked blankly.

"Julian, why?" I said, still angry.

He almost rolled his eyes. "When you were born your mom and his mom always thought it would 'cute' if you two got together." He said gruffly.

"So now my cracked out family thinks they get to force their wants and desires on me?" I asked with my eye twitching.

"Yep," He said, sounding about as upset as I was about it.

"If I see any of them again, I might hit them." I said surely, feeling like I should turn around and do just that on principle.

"I might break their necks." He grumbled.

I smiled at the thought. "I will help you with that." I offered.

He looked at me with a raised brow and slung his arm around my shoulders to kiss my head. We didn't get more than two blocks away from the house when Pops truck rolled up next to Quil on the road.

"Need a ride?" He asked smiling.

We piled into the car and Pop took us straight back to his house. Quil almost flew out of the car and I was close behind him. Inside the house Quil was on a couch as soon as he could, and I knew why. He was getting really angry with everyone. He was shaking in the car, and I didn't want to him to phase in front of Pop, or tear my relatives to bits, no matter how much I wanted him to because he would hate himself for doing it.

I sat down next to Quil, crossing my arms over my chest. These people turned me into a pouty child.

"Anyone want ice cream?" Pop offered as he made his way to the kitchen past us.

"I'll take half of whatever you have." I said exhausted.

"Greedy." Quil noted, smirking.

"I don't have to see them again do I? Because I will hit them." I asked Pop hopefully.

"No, I think you've had enough exposure to them for a lifetime." Pop answered surely.

"Agreed." I said with a sigh, pulling my legs onto the couch and rested my head on his shoulder.

"You two find something to watch, I'll get the 'scream." Pop said throwing the remote at Quil.

Of course Quil caught the remote and started scanning through the channels, We kicked off our shoes and stretched across the couch together, or I should say Quil let me stretch across him and he just settled where I laid.

"How did my mother leave when she was surrounded by so many awesome guys?" I asked sadly, thinking about my dad and her own father. I hurt deeply thinking about it because I had no idea the only person I could remember for 13 years was capable of something like that.

"Dunno," Quil answered glumly.

I could hear his tone going all wonky and I knew he was genuinely upset. "What's wrong?" I asked looking up at him.

"I just wish you could have had a better experience here, you used to love it up here." He said tiringly.

"Me too." I agreed, glancing back toward the kitchen. "I just want to spend the rest of the time with Pop and you. I know I'll at least be sane then." I said surely.

"Anything you want." Quil said, wrapping his arms around me, like he always did.

Pop came out a bit later with a tray of three bowls of ice cream and handed me the bowl that had the most and I almost hugged the man.

"Chocolate." Pop said grinning.

I spent the next few days in the house with Pop. Quil would leave to get whatever was needed because he didn't want to take any time away from the two of us. We spent almost all of the time watching movies or talking about what had been happening for the past 13 years and it was great.

I loved hearing about all of the time I didn't know about, and the times before I was even born. Pop told me how my parents met, how he liked my dad more than my mom did at the time, and how much my grandmother loved all of us. There were funny little anecdotes that had me dying of laughter for hours. We spent a lot of time finding stuff to take back to La Push. By the time it was time for us to go, the back of Quil's truck was packed. Quil didn't mind and neither did Pop. I think Pop was glad to get rid of some of the stuff and Quil was glad to give me more things from a childhood I couldn't remember.

When we were done packing and spending as much time as we could dragging our feet because I really didn't want to leave Pop for however long it would be until I got to see him again. I was pouting like a kid when we were done with everything.

"I had a great time with you Pop." I said as I hugged him tightly.

"I'm glad you came to see me." He said as he hugged me just as tightly.

"So am I." I said, feeling like I was about to cry or something like it. I finally let go of him and took a step away from him. "If I talk to my mother again, I'll tell her to visit." I promised.

"Thanks Honey." He said as he brushed my hair back behind my ears.

Quil and Pop shared a goodbye and we left Pop in the house because he was feeling tired and we went to the truck but just as we touched the damn thing, another car pulled onto the lawn and my least favorite people piled out.

"This was almost an okay day…" I grumbled, looking over at Quil who looked like he was about to pull out his hair.

Marianne walked right up to me and grabbed me by my shoulders. "We can't let you leave with him." She said firmly.

"You're joking, right?" I said as I shrugged off her hands. Quil was gripping the side of his truck so hard it was starting to creak, but they didn't notice.

"It's sick." Natasha snarled, glaring at Quil.

"Doesn't matter, it's my choice." I said again, for what felt like the thousandth time.

"Just thing about what your doing, Claire. Don't throw away your life." Marianne pled, trying to grab me again, but I dodged her and tried to get to the door.

"Please move." I tried to say nicely.

"We will not." She said, digging her heels into the ground.

"Fine," I said flatly. My hands clenched so tightly, I really should have known it was coming.

In a blind fury I hadn't felt in a while I did something I never thought I'd be able to do. I mean she's a bitch and all, but she was still an older family member. So, when I clocked her straight in the nose, enough to feel the bone crack and her drop to the ground with a loud wail, I was a little surprised to say the least.

"Well, you almost hit harder than Willa." Quil said after we had finally gotten into the car and driven off. I was studying my right had that was now, red and bloodied. I had one of Quil's car rags and was cleaning off the blood that belonged to Marianne.

"When you hit someone, is blood supposed to spurt like that?" I asked confused. I even had splatter on my shirt.

"Most of the time." Quil said knowingly, trying not to smile like a madman.

I knew he was damn proud of me for hitting her, and dammit even I felt a little better after I did it. Natasha was absolutely gobsmacked and even Pop came out and yelled at Marianne not to bleed on his yard and gave me a bright smile before going back in the house. I doubted they would give me another problem after that I would be grouped with Willa as a 'wild child' and that it was all my fathers fault. I almost didn't care.

Quil made the drive as quick as possible and loved him for it. I dunno how fast he was speeding but we made it back before dinner time. Taking me straight to my dad's house, Willa's car and Seth's car was in the drive way, but I didn't see my dad's car. Quil opened the garage and started loading the stuff from the truck to the garage. I helped until the back of the truck was empty and then we closed the garage once we had our bags and went into the house.

In the house Seth was on the couch with Willa, smiling at us. "So, how'd it go?" He asked smugly, already knowing the answer.

"I know who to avoid now." I said dryly.

"What happened to your hand?" Willa asked looking over the couch at me.

"You should see Marianne's nose." Quil said grinning.

"You didn't?" Willa said amazed.

"I had to, she wouldn't let me get in the truck." I said simply.

Willa's jaw was on the ground. "Tell me there are pictures." Seth said hopefully.

"No, we had to get out of there before it was a murder investigation." I said quickly.

"Damn, don't get my hopes up then dash them like that." Willa grumbled, flopping back next to Seth.

"So, what did we miss?" I asked, hoping to change the subject from what happened on the Makah Res and back to something with less drama.

We hung out with Willa and Seth until she decided Seth needed to take her to go get take out from a Chinese place in town. Quil started helping me unpack from but I could tell something was bothering him. After all of the clothes were put away, Quil tried to leave but I grabbed him and pulled him to sit on the bed with me.

"What's wrong?" I asked sincerely.

He looked down at his knees, his whole body looking tired and sad. "Nothing," He grumbled.

I sighed and put myself in his lap so he had to look at me, or at least raise his head. "You have got to be the worst liar." I said shaking my head.

His eyes met mine and they just looked broken. Whatever happened to him on the trip, or whatever he was told really hurt him. "They were right." He muttered.

I grabbed his face and turned so I was straddling him instead, so we could look eye to eye. "What are you talking about?" I asked confused.

"Everything they said about me." He rasped out roughly.

My own heart broke at that. They had said some mean things about him and none of them were true. He was one of the best men I ever knew in my life and no one should ever make him feel less than that. "I'm gonna tell you this once." I said seriously. "If you ever believe a word from them again, I'll have to get Sam to hit you, because if what they said means more than what I say then your ass needs to be kicked." I told him calmly, stroking his cheek bones.

My words seemed to seep into his head because his eyes didn't look so hurt. "Sorry," He mumbled.

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling his strong arms enclose around my waist. I could feel him relax into the embrace and I couldn't help but smile against his smile because I had the power to make everything my dumbass family said, that might hurt him, disappear from his mind. And all I had to do was kiss him. It was a rush to have that kind of power.

I shifted on his lap, pressing my chest to his and making him growl lowly. "You can't do that to me." He grumbled, grabbing my thigh and pushing me farther away from him.

I blushed and bit my lip, realizing what he was talking about. Where I was sitting I could feel his pants tighten and blushed even brighter. "Uh, sorry," I offered awkwardly.

"S'alright," He said lowly, taking a ragged breath with his eyes heavily lidded.

I looked at him, still trying to understand how anyone could think he was less than amazing. But I was kind of biased because he was my Quil. He was what made up for almost everything that had been going on for the past few weeks. He was my solid base. When something felt strange or I felt like I didn't belong, all I had to do was look at him and I knew better than that. Through thick and thin, I belonged with him.

"Do you have to go?" I asked quietly as I watched him try and gain his composure.

He swallowed and shook his head. "Not for long." He promised, lacing his fingers through my hair. Just seeing him looking at me so lovingly made me kiss him again, not caring what I did to his anatomy.

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