{Quîncy}
Nobody says much on the way back home.
Î thînk we're all takîng tîme to appreciate how fun the beach was.
Ît was the best vacatîon Î've ever taken.
And Tîara has everythîng to do wîth that, her happîness kînd of surrounded everyone and made everyone's mood better.
Especîally Derek, he's such an energetîc guy.
A perfect addîtîon to our lîttle group în my opînîon.
Î rest my head on Tîara's shoulder, my eyes flutterîng closed.
Î just love how relaxed Î always am around her.
She's so cool.
She sîghs as Î slowly înhale, takîmg comfort în her soothîng smell.
"Baby, no. Î'm all sweaty."
She complaîns, shyîng away.
"So what? Just lîke you lîke ît when Î'm all sweaty, Î lîke ît when you are too."
Î mutter, reluctantly foldîng my arms.
"That's weîrd."
She mutters back.
"You're weîrd."
"Î know that!"
Î chuckle a lîttle, slowly holdîng out my hand.
"That better?"
Î questîon as she grabs ît, întertwînîng our fîngers.
"Yes."
She falls back sîlent.
"You know what we should do? We should make ît a tradîtîon every year to do thîs."
Ruby says.
Î bîte my lîp, my heart unexpectedly warmîng.
Î've never really had frîends to start tradîtîons wîth.
Î try not to get all emotîonal about ît as everyone starts agreeîng.
Tîara gîves my hand a lîttle squeeze.
Î love thîs new lîttle push start to my new lîfe.
Î got new frîends, Î'm travelîng more.
Î even have an amazîng gîrlfrîend.
We've only been together for a couple of days but în a way, ît feels lîke we've been together for longer.
Ît's hard to belîeve Î dîdn't even know she exîsted not even 4 months ago.
Î smîle to myself as Î thînk back to how nervous Î was durîng our fîrst phone call.
Even then Î knew that meetîng her was an împortant moment în my lîfe.
Thîs trîp was actually a very nîce way to end the summer.
Î can't waît to see what lîfe unfolds for me în the future.
Î stand to the sîde and lîsten as Lîv and Tîara chatter happîly when we stop by to pîck up Puck.
Ollîe îmmedîately ran forward to gîve me a hug.
Î enjoyed ît.
Î enjoy beîng mîssed.
"Wow, you look lîke you're about to pop."
Î blînk my eyes, tryîng to focus.
Î'm pretty tîred.
"Oh, yeah. We're almost there. The 29th îs rîght around the corner, Î can't waît untîl she's here. She's been kîckîng up a storm."
Lîv groans.
"May Î feel the baby?"
Î mutter, tryîng not to sound too eager.
Î love babîes.
They make the cutest lîttle noîses.
And they laugh at almost anythîng.
Î lîke ît when babîes crack up. Ît's lîke musîc to my ears.
"Of course, let me see your hand."
Î hold my breath as my hand comes înto contact wîth her warm belly.
"Oh wow."
Î whîsper , jumpîng a lîttle when Î feel a lîttle kîck.
"She lîkes you, hon."
Lîv says softly.
"Î lîke you too, Quîncy."
Î hear quîetly besîde me.
Î smîle.
"Oh my goodness, Î can't belîeve you guys are really together. Oh, just thînk about the babîes-"
"No babîes. At least not yet."
James grunts from the couch.
Everyone îgnores hîm.
But the thought doesn't leave my head.
Î can't even îmagîne havîng kîds wîth Tîara.
Oh my God, sex!
Î can't belîeve Î haven't even thought of ît.
We've been together for almost a week and the thought of sex hasn't even crossed my mînd.
My hands start to feel all sweaty.
Î haven't had sex sînce my fîrst year în college.
That was almost 5 years ago.
Om my god, that's lîterally half of a decade!
Ît's kînd of împressîve that Î've remaîned abstînent for that long.
Îf Î could magîcally go back în tîme and tell the hîgh school me that Î'd be able to go so long wîthout sex then the old me would laugh.
Sex was all Î thought about în hîgh school.
"Well, thîs îs ît."
Tîara says as we stop în front of my door.
Î frown as ît slowly occurs to me that she's not plannîng on goîng însîde.
"Waît, what? You can't stay the nîght? Ît's almost mîdnîght."
Î whîsper, foldîng my arms behînd my back.
The drîve home was way longer than ît was on the way there.
There was a lot of traffîc and road rage.
Î thought ît was entertaînîng but Î kept my mouth closed because ît seemed as though everyone else was annoyed by ît.
My ass îs a lîttle numb from sîttîng down for so long though.
She takes a whîle to answer.
Puck scrambles up to sît on my shoulder and wraps hîs arms around my head.
Aww.
Î mîss hîm too.
"Î really wîsh Î could honey, but Î have work în the mornîng and my clothes are at my house."
She says.
Î bîte my lîp, refraînîng from askîng îf Î can just go home wîth her.
Î don't want to be a clîngy boyfrîend.
"Alrîght, Î suppose. Î'll see you later, Tîara."
Î say quîetly.
"Î'll stop by after work, yes? Then we can hang out and do whatever you want to."
She assures me, wrappîng her arms around my stomach.
Once agaîn, my mînd wanders to sex.
Î can't even begîn to îmagîne how ît would be wîth her.
She's got a nîce lîttle curvy body.
A nîce ass too, Î found out the other day when Î rîsked rubbîng on her ass when we were kîssîng.
My toes curl just thînkîng about kîssîng her.
Î enjoy ît a lot.
As îf she's readîng my mînd, her lîps cover mîne.
My eyes flutter closed as Î pull her close to get another feel of her ass.
Sex wîll be excîtîng.
"Have a good nîght, lovîe."
Î can't help but sîgh a lîttle as Î take a step back after tellîng her goodnîght.
Of course Î can't sleep.
To have such a bîg bed and be the only one în ît makes me feel unbearably lonely now.
So after a few mînutes of tossîng and turnîng, Î sît up and call Jenny în to turn on Steve Wîlkos for me.
Ît's not exactly what Î'm în the mood for but ît's a great dîstractîon.
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{Tiara}
I smile to myself as I wake up and get ready for work.
Although I miss the beach, I am very happy to be home.
I miss work.
I have a couple of friends that I like, they always gossip about the workspace drama.
Before I left, the biggest thing that was happening was that Jessica and Scott decided to break up.
They were the office's couple.
I never really cared much for either of them, I think it's very unprofessional to date one of your colleagues.
I hum along to my music as I stand in line to clock in.
That's the worst thing about coming in early, there's always a line to clock in.
Out of respect for the elderly, we always let the older ladies clock in first and they like to document each and every time they clock in and out, it takes forever.
I pause my music as I feel a tap on my shoulder.
Thinking that it's my desk buddy Jenna, I turn with a smile.
It's actually Harold, the infamous hunk of the office.
Nobody understands why he chooses to be a secretary when he could easily be one of the Construction Boys.
That's what everyone calls the hottest men in our town.
They're all construction workers and fire fighters. They are all very attractive, you can always tell who they are.
I know I can definitely imagine Quincy as one of those hunks, he'd fit right in.
"Hey, Harry. How are you on this fine morning?"
I ask conversationally.
It's hard to believe but I've managed to be able to talk to him just like everyone else.
It's strange to remember how awkward I used to be around attractive men.
I don't even know when I stopped getting all flustered.
That's a lie.
It's when I met my cutie.
I bite my lip just thinking about him.
I wonder if he's having a good morning. I can't wait to see him later.
"Great! Where have you been, I haven't been seeing you around that much. It was lonely not having anyone to talk to in line."
He says, flashing one of his dazzling smiles.
Why do most of the attractive men in town have such unnecessarily white teeth?
It's a distraction.
Always.
Quincy is very dedicated to keeping his teeth white as well, his lips taste like peppermint.
I shake my head, trying to clear my mind of him.
The more I think about him, the more I will miss him.
"Oh, I took a much needed vacation. You should really visit the beach, it's absolutely perfect this time of year."
I gush.
I miss the sand between my toes already.
It was so peaceful there.
"Ah, the beach. It has been a while."
He agrees.
I turn back around as the line moves up.
By lunchtime, my mood is slightly changed.
I guess I kind of forgot the reason why I decided to go on vacation.
Work is always extra stressful on Mondays, the people who come in have such bad attitudes.
"So. What's the gossip today, guys?"
I sit down with a big smile in the conference room.
Jenna is busy talking to Rachel and Mark.
Frank is the only one who even notices me enter.
I open my salad.
"So much. You missed it, on Friday Amy and Susan got into it right in front of the customers. They both got suspended for a week."
Frank tells me.
I narrow my eyes.
I always miss the good stuff.
"Dang it."
I sigh.
He gives me a look.
"What?"
I mutter, busy pouring in my ranch.
I love ranch.
"That's not even the only thing. A certain someone has been asking around about you."
He wiggles his eyebrows.
I frown.
"Me? Why?"
Jenna finally looks over.
"Because you're sexy as hell, girl. Why else?"
She smirks.
My cheeks start to feel a little hot.
"Who was it?"
I ask curiously.
"Harry."
They all say at the same time.
Me, I don't know what to say.
So I just say,
"Wow."
"Yeah, it's really weird because nobody seemed to notice that we don't even know that much about you until he started asking."
Rachel says.
I clear my throat.
"Yeah, well. Um. I like to keep to myself. Lot of drama happens around here."
I say awkwardly.
"Aint that the damn truth. A new secret gets leaked almost daily around here. Im going to start keeping to myself to."
Frank sighs.
I just shake my head amusedly.
If anything, he's the one everyone goes to with the secrets.
"Harry's so hot, you guys would make a perfect couple."
Jenna gushes.
My cheeks feel like they are on fire now.
I remember back when I used to dream of hearing those words.
When I first started working here, I had the biggest crush on him.
I roll my eyes as everyone starts to agree.
"Oh, come on guys. You know how I feel about work relationships."
I scold.
"Besides. I already have a boyfriend."
It brings so much joy to me to announce this.
I'm so proud of being Quincy's.
Everyone seems pleasantly surprised.
Mainly because this is probably the most I've shared about my personal life.
"Well, somebody's better tell Harold that. He's been walking around asking for your number."
Mark coughs.
I laugh nervously.
On the inside, I'm a mess.
What the hell is going on?