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viii. confessions

QUINN WALKED UP TO GEORGE'S APARTMENT, KNOCKING ON HIS DOOR. the moment she heard the door unlock, memories soon began to flood back.

last time she was at his apartment he had broken her heart, so she was wondering what would happen now. in a matter of seconds, she was now standing in front of him. he was well put together, wearing an olive green sweatshirt with black jeans.

"hi." george smiled slightly, watching as quinn let out a sigh of relief. he could tell she was nervous, but he was too. he didn't know if she'd lash out on him or if she'd be calm. "hey." she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "ready to go?" he asked as the smaller girl as she nodded.

george had taken her to dinner at a nice restaurant, more specifically where they had their first date. memories had come back within a split second, both of the adults were more than happy. it was as if george had never broken her heart.

george was surprised she was taking this so well, last time he had seen her in person, tears were streaming down her face.

"do you ever think of what would've happened if i didn't break up with you?" george looked up from the table to see quinn's reaction. the girl was now frozen, why would he ask that?

quinn cleared her throat, taking a sip of water before looking into his eyes. "i think we'd still be together, maybe even living together at this point." she watched as he nodded. "what about you?" she questioned, watching as he more properly.

"i think we'd be together too, most likely in an apartment together, we probably would've adopted a pet together by now." he chuckled to himself. "did you regret it?" quinn spoke up, this was a question she'd been asking herself. "yes," george admitted. "very much."

"why couldn't you just talk to me about it, george?" she furrowed her eyebrows, watching his expression sadden. "why did you just have to end things? i was so fucking broken, and sapnap told me about all the times you spoke about me and how much you missed me."

"i was fucking scared, quinn. i didn't want to get heartbroken so i did it before you could." he explained, running a hand through his hair. "but you still ended up heartbroken." quinn looked up at him, george was now staring at her. "yes i did," george nodded. "and i regret that day so much. i wish i had the balls to tell you i wanted you back, but i literally dumped you in the middle of britain- you have absolutely nowhere to go. who the fuck does that?" he gulped at the end, quinn was shocked. george was now expressing his feelings and emotions, something he rarely ever did when they were together.

"clay had to come pick me up after that. he didn't think i was stable enough to get on a plane by myself." quinn laughed to herself. "why didn't you pick clay over me?" george questioned. "you were different. sure, our parents wanted us to get married when we were older, but it just never happened." quinn shrugged. "he really loves you, y'know." george said. "and i love him too, but not like that."

"clay will always be my best friend no matter what. yeah, i had a crush on him in eighth grade, but that was years ago. any romantic feelings i had for him are completely gone." she explained, watching as george took a sip of his water. "what about wilbur?"

"what about him?" quinn crossed her arms, squinting her eyes at the british man. "oh, come on. don't act like there isn't something there."

"wilbur and i flirt with people, a lot. i think that's why we get along so well, because we have similar personalities," quinn bit her bottom lip. "sure, we might've hooked up a few times, but it's never been anything too serious. he's one of my closest friends, he was even there for me when you broke up with me."

"so basically," george paused for a moment. "you haven't been in a serious relationship with anyone except for me?" he glanced at her. "yes, exactly."

"interesting." he said, watching all of quinn's actions. he could tell she was less nervous than before, maybe it was because she had finally received closure. but right now, quinn could not stop thinking about old memories with him. she felt as if they were playing the game, confessions, where people admit their biggest secrets to each other.

"do you wanna get out of here?"

"yeah, actually, i do."