the fuck it list

chapter 23

Ｑｕｉｎｎ Ａｎｇｅｌｏ 

I sit on the bed with my arms crossed watching a very hesitant Lil look around the room.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"Well your best friend is passed out in my bed so here I am, we get to share a bed or you sleep on the couch," I put on a fake smile.

"Why can't you sleep on the couch?" Her hesitancy makes me laugh.

"Well, you did come back late after being out with a stranger that could have murdered you."

"You're being dramatic." she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"It's dead," she takes the phone out of her back pocket and tosses it onto the bed beside me.

"You fuck him while you were at it." her steps to her bag came to a halt.

"What?" she asks, more confused than shocked.

"Isn't that what your best known for," now I was just fucking with her, trying anything to get a rise out of her.

"Go to sleep," she finished the few steps to her bag that lay at the end of the bed. "I'll sleep on the couch." She gathers some clothes in her arms and walks towards the bathroom.

I follow after her. "What are you doing?" her voice tight.

"I don't know." I reach out and grab her arm, pulling her towards me.

"Quinn," the front of her body touching my front.

"Take the bed, I'll take the couch."

"We can share the bed like civilized people, right." She peers up at me, her eyes wide.

"You really think that," it's hard trying to keep a friendship when she's trying to get me in bed with her.

"Have you never slept in the same bed as someone platonically?" she rolls her eyes.

"Sure I have but you have it hard to keep thinks 'platonic'" I put air quotes on platonic because there should be no way I want to bend her over the sink counter and fuck her.

Her eyes roll but a light blush covers her cheeks.

Lil changes her clothes into a tank top and shorts and makes her way to the bed, even though it's dark I still see her shadowy figure move, the overs are pulled back and the bed lightly dips. Her back is facing me and soon her steady breathing fills the quiet room. I shut my eyes and force myself to sleep.

I wake up feeling Lil thrashing beside me, absently I reach my hand over to stop her movements, but instead of calming her, it makes her thrash harder. Some noise and broken words fall from her lips. I dig the heel of my hands into my eyes, my head pounds and I just want her to stop moving.

From beside me, Lil shoots up sitting with her back rigid and her breathing erratic. I slowly sat up to try not to scare her. Her head turns to look at me and even in the dark fear shines along with tears that streak her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I pull her to me, she straddles my lap and I take her face in my hands.

She shakes her head like she's unable to speak, more tears fall from her eyes. The pad of my thumb brushes underneath her eyes collecting the unshed tears.

Lil wraps her arms around my neck, lightly running her fingers over the hair at the nape of my neck. I take my hands off her cheeks and wrap them around her back pulling her flush against me. Her head rests on my rest and I rub my hands up and down her back.

I lay down taking her with me, her soft breathing makes me think she's asleep but a small whisper of 'thank you' comes and makes my heart constrict in my chest.