UNKNOWN NUMBER; QUINN HUGHES

SEVENTEEN

Peyton arrived at the park. Her nerves were eating her alive. The 'hey, can we talk?' Question was never a good thing in relationships or when you're seeing someone. Taking a deep breath, Peyton got out of her car. She looked around for a minute, then sat down on a bench.

MESSAGES WITH 'QUINN🫶'

Hey, where are
you?

Quinn🫶
Look up

Peyton looked up and, sure enough, Quinn is standing in front of her with two coffees in hand.

"Hey," She smiled, taking the coffee he handed to her and mumbled a 'thanks'. She patted the spot next to her, silently telling him to take a seat, so he did. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"It's nothing bad," Quinn told her. "I think." Peyton nodded for him to continue. "Peyton, I really like you and I know we've only been on two dates, but I think I'm in love with you. I understand if you don't feel the sa—"

Peyton cut him off with her lips on his. It a minute for Quinn, who was completely caught off guard, to register and return the kiss. He brought his hand to the side of her neck and pulled her closer. Peyton brought her hand to the back of his neck, playing with his hair.

Peyton pulled away, suddenly reminded that they were in public.

"I think I'm in love with you too," Peyton told him, a smile covering his face. Quinn leaned back in for another kiss, but Peyton pulled back. "We're in public, Quinn."

"Your place or mine?" Quinn asked.

"Mine's closer," Peyton said.

"What about your brother?"

"I can get him to clear out,"

"Let's go, then,"

MESSAGES WITH 'FIRE ADDICT'

Can you clear out?

Quinn's coming over

Fire Addict
No?

I wanna meet this
guy

I don't think you
wanna meet him
while he's taking
off my clothes

Fire Addict
Right

Clearing out

He better be there
tomorrow tho

He will

NOTE FROM ELLE

Skipping over the smut
because it makes me
uncomfortable when I
write it (not like that)