the fuck it list

chapter 7

Ｌｉｌｌｉａｎ Ｇｒｉｆｆｉｎ

We all sit around the fire pit in Quinn's backyard. The orange flame casts a glow on everyone's face.

"You have to let me drive that car," Jacob says, holding a beer bottle to his lips.

I laugh, "Ok, ok but try not to crash."

I was happy at this moment.

"I heard your dad was coming home." Adelyn brings up.

"Yeah he is, after the game tomorrow I think."

"You better be at that party," Quinn leans across my chair to whisper in my ear. "We are on a roll with this list." I smile at him. His dark green eyes look beautiful with the orange glow of fire reflecting off of them. His strong features and full lips make him hard to not stare at.

I turn away from facing him but I feel his eyes on my face.

We sit around the fire as the conversation flows from topic to topic. I start to shiver once the fire starts to disappear. Quinn stands up and sticks out his hand for me to hold onto. I take it. Butterflies swarm my stomach.

A yawn comes from me, making me realize how late it is.

"Why don't you just crash here?" Quinn says.

"Ok," I say sleepily.

"Here." He guides me to an empty room. "I'm right across the hall if you need anything." I nod.

Taking off my socks and shoes I climb into the bed, the soft sink sheets wrap around my body and I fall straight to sleep.

I wake up to crashing and voices from somewhere in the house. The sun was just starting to show. My vision is hazy and head pounding. I stumble into the ensuite bathroom. On the counter are a toothbrush, toothpaste, and other stuff you would find at a hotel. I brush my teeth and go to find the source of the noise.

Ipad down the stairs, my feet barely making a sound. I find the boys in the kitchen, Jacob on his phone, and Quinn digging through the fridge. "Your food is burning," I say. Jacob scrambles to turn off the stove and put the pan underwater in the sink and Quinn leans his hip against the counter staring at me.

"Why are you awake so early?" Jacob asks.

"Because you guys don't know how to be quiet." I move to sit on a barstool. I prop my head upon my hand, my eyes feeling heavy.

"Tired?" Quinn mocks.

"Very."

"Lil go back to bed." He insisted.

"I won't be able to fall asleep," I whine.

He grabs my forearm, and butterflies return just like last night, he's just holding my arm. We go back upstairs and down the same hall. This time he opens a different door, his bedroom door.

"Lay down." he pushes me into his room. His bed is unmade in the middle of his room and the color pallet of his room is grey and black, which oddly look really pretty together but give it a mysterious feel.

"I can lay down in the bed I slept in." I turn to leave.

"Just lay down." He pushes me towards the bed again and I begrudgingly lay down on the bed. The silk sheets feel smooth against my skin and everything smells like him, making me relax into the bed, my eyes drift close. I think I feel something brush my forehead but I'm too tired to figure it out.

I wake up again, this time there's light pouring through the windows and water running in the bathroom. I sit up and take another look around his room. A desk sits next to the door with books stacked on it. The big window in his room brings in a lot of light. A walk-in closet is right next to the bathroom door. His bedside table is piled with a bunch of random stuff chargers, a book, a wallet.

The bathroom door opens and Quinn steps out with a towel wrapped around his hips, water droplets dripping down his chest. God damn.

"I know I'm hot, but it is rude to stare," he says with a sly smile.

"There are better things to look at," I say with my eyes wandering around his room, "you aren't one of them." I throw the covers off of me and leave him behind.