{Quîncy}
Î smile when Î feel around and come across Puck tangled în Tîara's haîr.
He's so weîrd.
Î've caught hîm sleepîng peacefully whîle tangled în Jenny's haîr plenty of tîmes.
Î slowly rest my hand on somethîng soft.
Tîara's cheek.
She's so damn precîous.
Ît really kîlled me last nîght to hear such paîn în her voîce whîle she was talkîng about love.
She deserves the world.
She works so hard and provîdes for her and her famîly.
She deserves a lovîng partner.
One to hold her and kîss her and...love her.
There was such need and want în her voîce...
Ît was kînd of a turn on, to be honest.
Î kîck the blankets asîde and make my way to the bathroom.
She corners me în the kîtchen about an hour later.
Î can always feel her presence.
"Good mornîng."
Î rasp, lookîng up at her.
"What on earth are you doîng?"
There îs amusement în her voîce.
"What do you mean? Î'm waîtîng for you to make me breakfast. Î am a guest after all."
Î drawl, restîng my elbows on the table.
"You're a weîrd man, Quîncy."
She yawns.
Î hear the frîdge open a second later.
Her yawn îs adorable.
A comfortable sîlence falls as she starts makîng breakfast.
Ît îsn't untîl we're eatîng that she drops the bomb.
"Î have a questîon."
Î chew on a pîece of bacon.
She makes good bacon.
"Shoot."
"Why dîd you hold me...the way you held me last nîght?"
Î freeze.
"Huh?"
Î ask awkwardly.
Jesus Chrîst, Quîncy don't fuck thîs up.
"Î was just wonderîng."
She says quîetly.
"Well. Î guess Î felt bad. You saîd you wanted to be held. So Î held you. Ît's no bîg deal."
Î try to brush ît off.
"That's not the only thîng Î saîd Î wanted though."
She remînds me.
Î was holdîng onto the false hope that she wouldn't remember.
"Well that's the only thîng Î can do to help so..."
Î regret ît as soon as Î say ît.
"Rîght. Î was just wonderîng."
She says awkwardly.
Î'm too busy shamîng myself to answer her.
Oh my God Î fucked ît up.
She doesn't move to hug me on the way out.
Î just stand there wîth my hands în my pockets and the monkey on my shoulder.
My fîngers îtch to feel her soft skîn once more.
My cheek yearns to come înto contact wîth her palm.
"Well. Î guess Î'll see you later."
Î hate the way she says ît.
Ever sînce breakfast her voîce has been dîfferent.
Duller.
"Î can't get a hug or anythîng?"
Î ask softly.
Sîlence.
"Okay well...Î should get goîng Î guess."
Î sîgh.
Stîll nothîng.
Î hold my breath as Î turn to go.
Î ruîned ît before anythîng could even start.
Î'm such an îdîot.
.
.
.
The next day, Î pace în front of my bed.
Î need to fîx thîs.
She's been on my mînd all day.
Î can't get her dull voîce out of my head.
God, why dîd Î have to go and say some heartless shît lîke that?
Why couldn't Î just keep my damn mouth closed?
Î should call her.
Maybe not.
What îf she doesn't answer?
What would Î even say?
Î don't know what to do.
"Hello?"
Ît honestly troubles me to hear her sound so...lîfeless.
"Hî, lovîe."
Î say softly.
"Oh. Hî."
Î hate the way she says ît.
"Do you need somethîng? Î'm kînd of busy."
Î take a deep breath, my mînd scramblîng to thînk of somethîng to say.
"Î um. Î was just wonderîng îf you've seen my bag around? Î thînk Î left ît-"
"You had ît when you left."
Î just keep my mouth closed.
"Anythîng else?"
She sounds a lîttle îrrîtated.
"Yes, um."
Î clear my throat.
Why îs ît suddenly hot în here?
Am Î really sweatîng?
Lîke a damn pîg.
Jesus.
"When can Î see you agaîn?"
Î whîsper.
Sîlence.
Î panîc.
"Î was just wonderîng because um. Î had a really good tîme hangîng out with you yesterday. That's all."
Î spît out awkwardly.
"Really?"
Î nod my head lîke a dumbass.
She can't even see me.
"Yes."
Î breathe.
She sîghs.
"Î have to go-"
"Î was wonderîng îf Î could um. Come back over some other tîme. And we can try to redo breakfast, yes? We both know ît dîdn't end well."
Î contînue quîetly.
There goes that îrrîtatîng sîlence.
"Î don't know, maybe Î guess. Î'll text you after Î get home from work."
She mutters.
Î hold my breath.
"Okay, you do that."
Î say.
"Bye."
Î add softly.
She hangs up.
.
.
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{Tiara}
I'm such a fool to think that a guy like him would ever be interested in a girl like me.
Another week has passed.
I've thrown myself into work progressively to keep him off of my mind.
I've also been spending more time with Ollie.
Knowing that he at least loves me take the pain away.
Just a little.
Most of the time it's late at night that I cant avoid reality.
I miss him.
I can't stop thinking about his soothing voice.
Or how amazing it felt to be in his arms.
I haven't spoken to him.
I know I told him I'd text him and stuff but I just couldn't bring myself around to doing it.
He's been calling.
I haven't been answering.
His voicemails are all awkward.
It just makes me miss him more.
One night I'm hugging a pillow to my chest when the doorbell rings.
I know it's him.
I have no idea how I know, but I do.
I open the door a crack.
"Quincy, it's 3 in the morning, what do you want?"
I hiss.
He seems startled by my sudden appearance.
"Oh. Hi, Tiara."
He waves awkwardly.
I roll my eyes even though I miss those eyes like crazy.
"Hi, Quincy. What do you need?"
I ask.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets and shrugs.
"I couldn't sleep."
I glare.
The nerve!
"Well I can. Bye Quincy, it was nice of you to stop-"
He cuts me off by sticking his foot between the door, preventing me from closing it.
"Can we come in? Puck really misses you."
Just as he says that, Puck peeks over his shoulder.
I definitely miss his little fur face.
I hurry to catch the crazy little monkey as he stage bombs right into my arms.
He's so reckless.
There's a little smile on Quincy's face when I look back up.
I freeze.
Damn, his smile is so nice.
"Can I come in, sugar? We need to talk."
He clears his throat.
I hesitate.
"About what? There's nothing that needs to be said."
I say simply.
Puck scrambles down my leg and starts hopping around.
"Can I come in anyway?"
His voice is different.
There he goes hypnotizing me again.
I'm opening the door opens before I can even think to.
"Thanks."
He grins, slaughtering in.
I sigh, closing the door reluctantly.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
I call out as he passes the couch and slips into my room.
I chase after him, my mind scrambling to remember if I cleaned up.
I did not.
In fact when he slips off his shoes and gets into my bed, he lays right on a pair of my panties.
"Oh my God, get up."
I groan, shielding my eyes.
How embarrassing.
Oblivious to my mortification, he smirks.
"What? You still got your dildos and ass plugs out?"
He drawls.
I put my hands on my hips and glare.
I should have never let him in.
"Quincy, go home. I don't want to talk to you."
I snap.
Silence.
He just pats the bed, making the water inside splash around.
"I miss you."
He says softly.
My stupid hopeful heart leaps.
"So what? I don't-"
"Don't go saying stuff you don't mean, lovie. You know you miss me."
He says sternly.
A shiver runs down my spine.
He's so damn sexy.
"Get off my bed!"
I demand.
He sits up reluctantly.
"Very well. Only if you stop being weird."
I hesitate.
"I'm not even being weird! Now get your ass up before I beat your ass."
I threaten.
He waves me off.
"You've been avoiding me. Wouldn't answer any of my calls or texts."
"Why should it even matter? Jenny's back from her mother's by now, you have company at home."
I mutter.
Amusement flickers through his eyes.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
I say nothing.
He licks his lips, slowly laying down again.
I scowl.
"Why can't you just go away?"
I sigh.
Now he's the silent one.
"Quin-"
"So you just don't want to be my friend anymore."
He doesn't ask it as a question.
I fold my arms.
"I never said that."
"Well you're acting like it."
He snaps.
I hesitate.
"Alright. I'll go then. Come on, Puck."
He gets up reluctantly.
The monkey scrambling up his leg.
I raise an eyebrow, watching him attempt to march towards the door.
I shuffle forward reluctantly.
"Quincy."
I whisper, grabbing his shoulder.
He turns immediately.
"Yes?"
"You were about to run into the wall."
I tell him.
His face drops.
"Oh um...sorry."
Jesus. He's so cute, I can't believe it sometimes.
I sigh as he takes a step to the left and proceeds to walk out.
I feel bad.
I tiptoe ahead of him and lock the front door.
He immediately stops.
"Unlock the damn door."
He growls.
"Don't leave. Um....just come here, big guy."
I soothe.
He shuffles forward into my arms immediately.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot as I wrap my arms around his stomach.
"I miss you too."
I whisper.
He just grunts as I squeeze a little.
"All is forgiven?"
He mutters, pulling away slowly.
I hesitate yet again.
I guess having him in my life as just a friend is better than not having him in my life at all.
"Yes, all is forgiven."
I assure him.