𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧
𝐍𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬
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Quinn Laurence is a troubled kid who had a terrible childhood. Once the apocalypse starts, she can res...
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I WOKE UP SITTING IN A CHAIR WHILE I HEARD THE SINK RUNNING. I rubbed my eyes and looked over to see who the figure was. the light blinded me as I opened my eyes. The person standing by the sink was Rosita.
"Ugh, how long was i asleep for?" I asked.
"The whole rest of the day into the night." She said with a laugh.
"What time is it?"
"Its a quater to 9." She said. I gave her a look.
"Sorry, I'm mentally incapable to learn what that means." I said.
"It's 8:45." She said.
"Thank you." I said. i got up and stretched. My back ached as well as my legs.
"Jesus, I'm in so much fucking pain." I said. i covered my mouth realizing the word I said. I say it all the time, but no in front of grown ups.
"Wow, first time hearing you say that." She said with astonishment.
"So, you're not mad at me?" I asked.
"Why would I pissed? I'm not your mother." She said.
'I don't think my mother would've cared either, anyways im gonna head out. I'll see you around. And thanks for letting me stay the night." I said.
"Of course, your considered family to me. But befoe you go, i would like to give you something that i think will look very good on you." She said.
"Oh you shouldn't have." I said. She went to her room and went to her closet. I heard the sound of hangers rustling and then silence. Then I heard her footsteps and she was holding an outfit.
"I saw this and I immediatly thought of you." She said as she gave me a cheeky grin.
"Oh thank you Rosita, I-I don't know how to thank you." I said.
"If you put it on, that'll thank me." She said. I ran to her bathroom and immediatly started to undress. I slipped on the shirt and turns out, it was a crop top. I wasnt a huge fan of crop tops but something about this one really fit me well. I put on the camo shorts and looked in the mirror, the last part of the outfit was a pair of leather, figerless, gloves. The outfit spoke rosita, but it felt mine. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Rosita's face light up.
"You look so hot in that outfit." She said. I gave her a smirk and striked a pose.
"Yes! Get it girl." I gave her a laugh and she just stood there in awe. She came over and hugged me.
"Oh? A hug from Rosita. I need a camera for this." I said jokingly. She let go of the hug and went to her bag. She then pulled out a film camera.
"For the memories." She said. I Stood next to her as she gave me a side hug and then she clicked the camera.
"Keep it, use it for the good days." She said. I smiled and hugged her.
"I'll see you later." I said. I opened the door and smiled at her. She smiled back and i closed the door. I saw the film was already out and I took it out and shook it. The film finally developed and I was just in awe. I walked around, see some people out and about, not having smiles or anything. The mood kinda made me sad and I started to just drag my feet, it was a cloudy day but overall not bad. I saw Jessie out, dragging out a walker body. I cringed in disgust and moved on. I saw Jessie notice me and she was in awe.
"Quinn, you look good." She said. I smiled and nodded to her. I walked over in the other direction and saw Ron sitting the grass, while also stabbing the ground with his knife. I wallked over to his direction but then i saw Carl walking up to him. I hid behind the building, just in case I had to step in. I heard them began to talk about where enid went, and if she was dead. Carl then said that he would go look for her with his help.
"Enid, your friend." Carl said.
"My girlfriend!" He exclaimed in anger. "Or I mean 'cause she was anyways right?" He continued.
"So you just wanna leave her out there?" Carl asked.
"I told her to stop going over the wall, I told her that there was bad people out there, and that its stupid and dangerous."
"Not if you know what you're doing." There was a moment of silence.
"Well im not gonna let you go." Ron said in a low tone. I looked over and Carl was walking away, i decided to come out and try to stop this.
"Carl, Carl you're not going out there." Ron said as he pulled on his shirt.
"Back off." Carl said as he pushed him back.
"Hey now, lets just stop this before it goes any father." I interrupted. They didnt listen to me of course. They began to push each other and Carl eventually got the bigger hand. I just kinda stood there not know what the hell to do since they didnt really fight.
"What in the actual fuck." I said. Carl looked back at me.
"Did you hear what he was saying?" Carl asked.
"Yeah, and you're right, she is still alive and I know that. But that doesn't mean you can go looking for her without your father knowing. It's a suicide mission." I said. "Plus that doesnt mean shes gonna fall in love with you for saving her. Shes not like that, and i know damn well you were thinking that." I finished.
"Oh but you would if he did that for you." Ron said.
"Shut up, this isn't your conversation to but in on." I said.
"Its the truth though." He said.
"Whatever man, I'm not like that." I said as I walked away.
"What's with the outfit Quinn?" Carl asked.
"What about it?" I asked.
"Just curious." He asked.
"Rosita thought this outfit would look good on me." I said.
"It makes you look like a slut." Ron said. I turned my head over to him.
"Seriously, again with the slut bullshit." I exclaimed. He just smirked.
"What are you gonna do huh? Sock me in the face again?" He asked as he got close to me. I glared at him while I saw Carl just standing there not knowing what to do. I kneed Ron in the balls and watched him fall to the ground.
"Nope, but i am gonna do that instead. If you think that being a slut means im into showing off my body and being into you and other people like for example Carl? Then you are way off." I got up from the ground and walked away. Carl just stood there, not moving.
"Are you coming or are you just gonna stare at me all day?" He shook his head and walked with me.
"Don't you think that was a little, i dont know, mean?" He asked.
"Please. Mean out here means pushing people, like you just did. What i did was called revenge. And that was the second time he did it, even though he said that he was sorry for saying that." I said.
"Why are you friends with him if he does this?" He asked.
"He wasnt like this before. He used to be so sweet, and kind. But now, hes just mean and out right rude, but i still love him as my best friend. Practically my brother." We both walked away to his house.
