Times Reckoning: Lil Peep Fanfic | ✓

Pain

--November 8th 2017-

Quinn pov

I woke up to the sensation of someone poking my shoulder repeatedly. Groaning, I tried to swat the hand away, but it persisted. "Quinn, wake up," a voice said, not too gently. I opened my eyes to find Gus leaning over me, his face way too close for comfort.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled, still groggy from sleep and the remnants of last night's wine.

"You're in my bed," he said bluntly, his tone a mix of annoyance and confusion.

I blinked a few times, trying to piece together how I ended up here. The events of last night slowly came back to me. The awkwardness of our current situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I sat up quickly, realizing that we were indeed in the same bed, and not much else was separating us. I started feeling a rush of nervousness. "I should probably go."

Gus frowned, sitting up slightly. "Why? What's the rush?"

I bit my lip, searching for the right words. "I just... I need to think."

He reached out and gently took my hand, his grip firm but reassuring. "Quinn, stay. Please."

I looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. "Gus, this is... i.. I don't know."

"But I don't regret any of it. Do you?"

I hesitated, my mind racing. Did I regret it? The truth was, I didn't. Despite the awkwardness and the uncertainty, there was a part of me that felt right being here with him.

"No," I admitted softly. "I don't regret it."

Gus's smile widened, and he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "Then stay. Let's figure this out together."

I took a deep breath, feeling the tension ease slightly. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was something we could navigate together. I settled back into the bed, feeling a mix of emotions but also a sense of comfort. As we lay there, the awkwardness slowly began to fade, replaced by a tentative hope. Whatever this was, we would face it together. And that thought made everything seem a little less daunting.

Gus and I laid there in silence for a few moments, both of us lost in our thoughts. The initial awkwardness had given way to a strange sense of calm.

Gus turned to me, his expression serious but gentle. "Quinn, about last night... I meant everything."

I felt my cheeks flush, and I looked down at our intertwined hands. "I did too, Gus. It's just... this is all so new."

He nodded, understanding. "I get it. We don't have to rush into anything. We can take it slow, figure things out as we go."

I appreciated his patience and the way he was handling this. It made me feel less overwhelmed. "Thanks, Gus. That means a lot."

After a while of taking, my stomach growled, breaking the serious mood. Gus chuckled. "I guess breakfast is in order. How about we make pancakes?"

I made a gagging sound "pancakes? That's fucking insane. We should make waffles." I reply back to his awful suggestion. "Ewww waffles?"

"Bacon."

"Yes bacon."

We got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. As we worked together, he got out the bacon, and I got out the oil and tools to make it. The atmosphere became more relaxed and familiar. It was like any other morning, yet there was a new layer of connection between us.

As we sat down to eat, Gus looked at me with a playful glint in his eye. "So, what's the plan for today?"

I thought for a moment. "ICE CREAM!"