I sigh and slouch deeper into the couch. It's starting to worry me that Quinn's been gone for about four hours now and I've just been binge watching TV. Trevor came back awhile ago but he just went straight to his room and locked himself inside. So, basically, I've been completely and utterly alone. It bothers me that I can't do anything right now. I can't ask Quinn anything because he's gone and he won't open up anyway. I can't investigate anything without Quinn either because I honestly have no idea what to do right now. Trevor could help, but he's probably busy or not in the mood. And I can't solve the issue that my mom has been kidnapped since I don't have a clue as to how I could sneak around and look for evidence. The hairs on my neck stand up as if someone's standing behind me, but I just shrug off the feeling.
"What're you watching?" Quinn slurrs from behind me.
I leap off of the couch and supress a scream.
"Quinn," I spin around to face him, "You nearly scared me to death! I didn't even hear you come in. Where were you?"
"I was some place with bright shiny lights." Quinn smiles like an idiot.
"Quinn," I sniff the air, "Are you drunk?"
"Mayyyyybeeeee." Quinn draws out his y's and e's.
I sigh and shake my head. I thought he was supposed to be smart?
"Wait a second," My eyes widen, "You aren't even twenty-one, how did you get access to beer?"
"The magical pixies gave it to me." Quinn hiccups.
I roll my eyes and shake my head.
"Quinn, did you drive home?" The thought occurs to me.
"Yeahhhhh," He hiccups, "Was that a baddddd thing?"
"Yes. I'm just glad you didn't hurt anyone. But, I guess it'll be okay. After all, you're Quinn, so it doesn't matter. You've already broken about five laws anyways," I snort at my sarcasm and circle around the couch to him before pulling on his arm, "C'mon, let's get you to bed."
Quinn laughs as I lead him down the hallway.
"One, you have no idea how that sounded. Two, it's not even late." Quinn huffs.
"Oh, so even when you're drunk you still have your sick sense of humor. Fun." I complain, but can't help feeling my face get hot.
Am I blushing? Nah, I must be getting sick. I push open the door to the guest room that he's using. My eyes nearly pop out of my head at the mess. Papers are scattered everywhere, books are lying here and there, and he has clothes scattered everywhere. When did he even have time to get all these? I mean, I knew he wore some of Trevor's stuff and that Trevor had planned ahead and brought some of Quinn's clothes too, but geesh. I lead him over to the bed and point to it.
"Go to sleep. I'll check on you every once in awhile to make sure that you don't drown in your own vomit." I say.
Quinn pouts and walks over to it. Then he lies down, but he speaks up just as I'm about to turn around and leave.
"Not unless you stay." Quinn says.
"What?" I ask and walk over.
"I said," Quinn pulls on my arm and I land right next to him, "Not unless you stay."
"Quinn, I have other things to do."
What a lie. But hey, I'm trying to avoid the fact that my face must be broken because it's hot again.
"No you don't," Hic, "Plus," Hic, "Your face," Hic, "Says otherwise."
"At least I can say a full sentence without hiccuping." I glare at him.
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Where She Lies
מתח / מותחן19 Year old Kimberly McClain never expected to file a missing persons report for her older sister. Nor did she expect that when her sister was found, she'd be lying dead in a clearing in the woods. It just so happens that Kimberly's sister was the f...
