One fateful night brings Maddy and Quinn together, a night full of promises and regrets. Will these two find out the true meaning of love? Or will their paths separate, never to see each other again.
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Maddy's pov:
I call Brock, we exchanged numbers last night and I'm not entirely sure if he's being serious.
"Hello?" He answers.
"I'm going to ask you a very important question, and DO NOT mess with me Brock. Be honest. Are you really down to get ice cream?" He's silent for a moment before bursting out laughing. I have a small smile on my lips, but I force myself to stay serious.
"I mean - yeah, I am. Can't believe you guys got it without me last night."
"To be fair, it was a surprise for me too."
"Well, get ready Miss Jackson. I'll pick you up in 30." With that, he says goodbye and hangs up. I roll my eyes and quickly hop out of bed. Ice cream for breakfast? Count me in.
As I brush my teeth, my mind wanders back to last night when Quinn placed soft kisses on my neck, and I, rather stupidly, kissed him. I let out a throaty groan as I remember the way his body held mine, how his lips melted into mine. What is he doing to me? I blame it on my drunken self, but deep down, even sober Maddy has been itching to slip her tongue down his throat. This game, or whatever it is, needs to stop. It won't end well, and I think we both know it. It's dumb to think we could be friends after exploring each other, and we never even went all the way. Which makes it worse because now we're left with all the possibilities and our own imagination. I spit out the toothpaste and rinse my mouth, deciding to take a quick shower to clear my mind. That's a problem for another day.
Pretty soon I'm showered and dressed. Honestly, I couldn't care less about my outfit. It's Brandy Melville shorts with a random cropped tee. I rush to add a bit of makeup and message Eve to let her know my plans. I just sent the text when I get an incoming call from Brock.
"Hey," I greet him.
"Hi, I left my house, but there's a small issue. I don't actually know where you live..."
I giggle, shaking my head, "Where's your brain at, huh Boes?!"
"Hey, watch the attitude young lady. Don't forget that I'M picking you up. Which I still don't know where I'm headed."
"I'll text it to you, okay?" He agrees and hangs up. I throw my phone on the couch and walk to the kitchen, opening the fridge to find berries. I have strawberries and blueberries-yum. I start cutting them up and put them in the blender with some juice. A quick smoothie to balance out the unhealthy sugar I'll be having later. I sit on the couch, drinking the smoothie and scrolling on TikTok. Ten minutes later, I get a text from Boeser-he's here. I grab everything I need and head out.
...
"Morning sunshine," he greets me with a strange look.
"Sunshine?"
"Yeah, it suits you."
"No, it doesn't."
"Well, what would you rather be called?" Princess. My stomach flips. Quinn's called me that a few times now. I'm not sure why, and I'll never admit it to him, but I fucking love it.
