Shaking Up

A Quil and Claire Tale

Chapter 1: These are the Days

He looked across the floor and spotted her.

It was a scene right out of West Side Story, the part when Tony and Maria finally spot each other at the dance. The dancers suddenly disappearing, the spot light on him and her, both captured by each other's eyes. No one in the room except them.

Of course this was not another rendition of West Side Story, he should know he's seen the movie many times but this was not something to ask why about. But he would sit countless of hours for her to watch some chick flick that made her eyes glisten in the light of the TV.

He caught her glimpse again, this time held those beautiful blue eyes with his brown ones. He held them as they were the precious canary diamond found in the rough.

This is love… he thought, beautiful heart stopping love. This was their time, this was the moment that they can take it to that step of a couple, of a public couple.

They were not a couple at all, a few stolen kisses here and there when she turned sixteen, because she felt left out when her friends were getting their first kiss, and she wanted to know the feeling of a first kiss. After that, they couldn't stop attacking each other. They had to keep it to just kissing and nothing else because if they were together officially it would be suspicious. Who was he to say no to her, he wanted to be her first everything.

Friends with benefit popped into his head, they were not that, they were much more, they were soul mates. Imprint and werewolf. Mates. He kept it from the pack well, their secret, he thought he couldn't hide it but he did, he managed to hide the images of them two attached at the lips. He had to because he would break the bargain of her staying at Sam's if they found out that they were together before she was 18.… He didn't want to think about those consequences.

Claire had no one but Sam and Emily, her parents passed away in a car accident, her sister went to live with their grandparents, Emily wanted Claire to stay with them but only if Quil kept the bargain of them being together until after Claire was 18. He wasn't going to jeopardize her being taken away from him.

He wished that he could just walk up to her right now and kiss her, show them who she belonged to. But of course being her, she would right hook him and call him a barbaric ass.

So He refrained. He just sat across the dance floor and held her eyes every time she glanced his way.

They were in love, he could feel it, he knew she could feel it, and this summer was their's to build it with strength.

That's all he thought about, planning everyday with her for the summer. At the beach. At the field by the river. At the movies. In public holding on to each other. He was going to tell her during the summer that he loved her with his whole being. He was hers. Forever.

She knew of imprinting and of werewolves, when she was 14 she got suspicious and you don't lie to Claire unless you were prepared to endure her wrath.

She knew that they were imprints, she knew the whole story, yet she wasn't weirded out by it. He ask her why and she simply said that she liked that he was hers, and only hers. That he found someone at a early age was a little odd but she had a feeling about him growing up. Her feelings were exactly the same, brother. Friend. Shoulder to cry on. And now lover.

But she was leaving when the summer was out to go to college. His beautiful Claire was talented, and amazing all the same. She was a violinist, a beautiful exquisite violinist. She got a Scholarship to Julliard, UCLA, Stanford, U-Dub, Yale, Princeton, but she chose U-Dub, she chose him. He told her that he didn't want her to regret not going to the other schools that he would visit her, hell he would move with her. They would work out because they were each other destinies.

She told him that was all unnecessary, that when you loved someone or that you know that you couldn't live without them that you should make sacrifices for each other, and this was her big sacrifice for them. She wanted him to stay in La Push fighting the vampires that harmed the townsfolk. She told him that he was superman, or rather his nickname Superwolf!

His heart skipped a beat when she said when you loved someone, he was on cloud nine that day, utter euphoria.

He moved towards her as she spoke with Emily. One eye was still on him and the other on Emily as they spoke. She laughed at something Emily said. Her laugh was the best music that she could play, it was his treasure. As he moved closer he could see that smile she always gave him when she was thinking mischievous thoughts. They were going to get into some trouble. He absolutely loved her. Drove him crazy but loved her.

He wanted to tell her to stay and not go but she would not have that, that she would stare at him incredulously. Tell him that this is an opportunity, that she was going not to be away from him but to better herself, in music, to become a music teacher for the high school. This was her dream and that he shouldn't be so down about that, that they will have their time, their family when she was done with college. He understood that, she was independent, self reliable and he had to stop treating her like a child and more like a woman.

He paused before her, and she looked up at him, and smiled. He now notice that Emily was gone, maybe to yell at Sam to stay away from the cake. She took his hand and went to the nearest exit.