The Truth

chapter ten: walk

I open my eyes and I'm alone. Quinns not in here anymore. I look at the time and it's 7:30.

For me that's sleeping in.

I pick my blankets off the floor and wait at the door.

I don't want to see Quinn. He saw me sleeping, poor him. I'll have to apologize immediately.

I open my door and no one is out here. I thought Dylan would be awake by now. I walk to the kitchen, sure enough her and Quinn are at the counter.

He didn't sit right next to her. Unfair he sat next to me. She can actually swivel in her chair, and she has more room!

I walk to the other side of the counter and lean against it.

"You slept in this morning," Dylan points out. I look at Quinn but he isn't looking at me. I feel my face grow hot.

"I stayed up late watching tik tok." It's crazy how easy lies come out of my mouth. I used to be really bad at it.

"I do that too much."

"I really need to stop," I add to the lie.

She gets up and turns the keurig on. Coffee sounds really good to me. I don't love coffee, but I do however, want it right now.

I walk over to the cabinet and pull out my favorite mug. It says pick me, choose me, love me. I haven't even watched Greys anatomy, but I've watched a little. It was Rae's favorite show.

Dylan lets me go first. I make the smallest amount because I know I won't finish it all if I do any more.
When it's done I pour it over ice I add a whole variety of things to it. I take a sip and it's very sweet. The sweeter the better.

I walk back over to the counter and sit on top of it. Quinn has coffee already. He must have been out here much earlier than both of us.

He takes a sip and I notice it's black. That's fucking disgusting.

He puts it back down and doesn't look at me. Most times he makes eye contact with me.

"How do you drink your coffee black?" Dylan asks the question I wanted to ask.

"How do you drink your coffee so sweet?" he retorts. He sounds like he's in a bad mood today.

"Fair enough."
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"Well I don't know, maybe if you'd help me things would go a bit faster," Julian says.

Julian, Iris, and Dylan are making breakfast. But every five seconds they get into a little argument about god knows what.

I sit on the counter and Quinn sits on the other side of the kitchen. I don't know what his deal is. He's just not himself today. I wonder if anyone else realizes this.

Maybe I've become psychotic.

I want to ask him, but that would require me moving from my spot, which I'm perfectly comfortable at.

Also I wouldn't ask him with anyone else around.

I'll for sure do it tonight on our little nightly encounter. Last night was a bit more than an encounter. That for sure won't happen again. But overall I don't mind his company.

I watch everyone as they hit each other with towels. I'm very glad I'm over here in my own little space. I look at Quinn as he watches the same thing.

I should stop staring at him. It's so so hard.

For the first time this morning he looks at me and when he notices my eyes in his direction he looks away.