A Perfect Mistake

|Chapter Seventeen| - A Picnic

Brielle sat down in the living room and looked at the mess she had created. Her clothes and suitcases were piled in the corner. She instantly felt a ping of embarrassment.

In two days she would be going home. She'd have to face people who knew her. Her family, Ella and Isaac, Greg. She sighed and began to separate things into smaller piles. Light clothing in one, dark clothing in the other.

Brielle sat back after about half an hour and smiled. She grabbed an empty suitcase in put the dirty clothes in it. She kept the lighter clothes on the right and the darker clothes on the left.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Brielle jumped at the sound of Quinn's voice. "I'm packing." She said.

"Oh. Yeah you do have to leave Saturday." He said. Brielle thought she heard a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Yeah." Was all she said.

Quinn sat and watched as Brielle packed her things. She couldn't pack everything, of course, but she wouldn't have as much to do on Saturday.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight." He said suddenly.

Brielle choked on air. "Excuse me?!" She exclaimed.

Quinn backpedaled. "Not like a date, but just time to talk before you go home." He said.

Brielle looked at the time. "It's five o'clock in the evening, Quinn." She pointed out.

"So? We can go now." He said.

Brielle blinked, trying to comprehend what he was asking. "You want to go out to dinner." She said slowly.

Quinn shrugged. "Yeah."

"Just me and you."

"Yeah."

"Where to?"

"Let's make sandwiches and grab some snacks. We can go back to that little spot at the park. Please, Brie." Quinn said.

Brielle sighed. "Sure. Why the hell not?"

*

Quinn's hand shook as he made two ham and cheese sandwiches. Brielle grabbed a few bottles of water for her and turned to Quinn. "What do you want to drink?" She asked.

"Water works." He said. He put their sandwiches in bags and into the basket he had found.

"Did you tell your mom we were going out?" Brielle asked.

Quinn nodded. "Asked her if we could before I asked you." He said.

"M'kay, just making sure." Brielle said. Quinn watched as she grabbed two bags of chips and the container of cookies that she had made. After the first batch was eaten within two days, Brielle made another. This one had lasted a lot longer.

"We're taking all of those?" Quinn asked, eyeing the cookies.

Brielle shrugged. "I made them so I'll eat them whenever I want and as many as I like."

Quinn laughed and continued to pack the basket. "I think we've got everything." He said.

"Great. Let's go."

**

"Aw shit. I didn't grab a blanket." Quinn cursed.