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{12} V I S I T

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{12} V I S I T

Following the directions that Gavin had given her when it came to where he lived, Quinn felt her imagination get the best of her. She barely noticed the one story house that she passed by, not paying attention to the fact that it was Gavin's house, until she saw in her review mirror him coming out to his porch and making his way down the wooden steps and in the direction of where the driveway was. Making a U-turn, Quinn turned around and pulled into the curved driveway and stopped a foot away from the red garage door that sat in front of her.

Turning off the car, Quinn turned her head in the direction of where Gavin was. He was standing near her car in a white muscle shirt (which clearly showed off his good muscles), along with a pair of jeans and some tennis shoes. His blond hair was in a disarray, evident that he hadn't bothered to brush his hair. After all, it was the weekend, and Quinn knew that her hair would be in a disarray too if she had him come over to her house.

Opening her car door, Quinn nervously got out and shut the front door closed behind her. As she turned around she saw that Gavin had rings underneath his eyes, as did she, from the tiredness she experienced yesterday when it came to coming home and almost passing out from not being submerged in water. She twirled her fingers together as pieces of her blue hair fell in front of her face once more and slowly made her way towards Gavin—all the while her heart racing in her chest.

Reaching him she gave him a nervous half smile and was greeted with a matching one in return from him before he cleared his throat and shifted his feet. It was quite obvious that both teenagers were quite shy while in the presence of only each other. Although Quinn knew that out of anyone who should be more nervous it should be her. He was the one who had the multitude of friends, she was the one who only had one friend her entire school career, including when she was in preschool.

"So...um, is okay for me to be over?" Quinn couldn't help but ask as they headed towards the porch again, the cream siding that was on the house was soothing along with the off white shutters that framed the large and glistening windows. It was a beautiful home, even more expensive looking than Quinn's house—proving that although Quinn and her mom were middle class, Gavin was upper middle class.

Gavin glanced over his shoulder blade at her, and she paused where she was when their eyes connected. A bolt of familiar warmth reverberated between the both of them—a sense of coming home resonated and Quinn couldn't help but take a step forward, feeling the warmth begin to travel throughout her veins like a wildfire. It grew with each step that she took closer towards Gavin and when he slowly turned towards her they had little space between each other. She saw him study her for a moment before he began to lean closer to her—to disrupt the distance between the both of them but the sound of footsteps heading in the direction of the front door paused his movement.

Quinn tugged her eyes away from Gavin when she heard the red front door open and the sight of a mid-thirties woman standing in the doorway of the front door. She was tall, naturally tall, with long whitish blonde hair that fell to her armpits. Part of hair was parted back and her naturally tanned skin glowed from the sunlight that hit her. Gentle gray irises gazed at the scene in front of her, and it was obvious that the woman must have been related somehow to Gavin—possibly she was his mom?

"Gavin! Why didn't you tell me that you had a girl coming over? That was quite rude! And she's very pretty," the woman suddenly spoke up as she gave a scolding look at Gavin—who shifted his feet. She flickered her eyes back at Quinn and gave her another warm smile, "hi. I'm Melanie. I'm Gavin's older sister."