The Odd Life of Eric & Quinn

12/11

Finally, it's Thursday.

Eric called me at 5 in the morning.

"What do you want..."I said, tired.

"Open your curtains"

'God damn it Eric...' I thought to myself as I put my phone on the side of the bed and got up. I could hear my mom getting ready to leave for her first job (she has 3 jobs. The only time I see her is on the weekends for about 3 hours) so I quickly but silently go to my window and open it. My mom leaves. Eric steps inside.

He's wearing pajama's and is holding some flowers and chocolate.

As much as I love sleeping, I'd rather be awake at this moment.

"I don't give a shit about what anyone says. We're skipping school today and going dress shopping. I told the school that you needed some time off, and your mom was okay with it. I'm supposed to be 'taking care of you', and that's what I plan on doing." He said. I smiled, then burst out laughing. I fell onto my bed, still laughing.

"What?" he asked with a smile.

"It sounds like you're planning to murder me, Eric."

He started laughing with me. Eric put the flowers and the chocolate on the desk and crawled into the bed with me.

"Eric..." I said after a few minutes of laughing and then silence as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Yeah, Quinn?" He said in reply.

"I think I love you." 

"Well, Quinnie, I know I love you"

I smile. I get under the covers and he does the same. My fingers slowly brush their way through Eric's jet black hair.

Why would he do this. For all the people he could do this for, he chose to do it for me. I'm not that special. Eric is special. He can write. He can sing. He can play guitar. He's smart. Eric is different. All I do all day is listen to Of Monsters And Men, Queen, David Bowie, Pierce the Veil, and My Chemical Romance the whole time. And draw. Eric does interesting things. He goes to concerts and likes to watch sports. He likes to go out and see new things and travel and meet new people. I wish I could do that with him. I'm shy, though. I never ask him if I could tag along. I just expect him to ask since we're ( or at least we were) best friends.

Maybe he's shy too? Maybe he doesn't know how to ask me?

This is the time when My Heart's To Blame by Falling In Reverse or some other song from a teen romance movie soundtrack would play. But of course, this is no movie. This isn't Paper Towns or The Fault In Our Stars ( oops breaking the fourth wall sry)

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I woke up 5 hours later, at 10:20-ish. Eric wasn't in bed anymore. I got up and opened my closet door. I spot the outfit I want to wear. My white and black plaid long sleeve shirt with a pair of black leggings. I put on my outfit and opened my door. I ran down the stairs and saw no one else downstairs. The door swung open. Eric was standing at the door, his skateboard at his feet. He was holding a tray with two Starbucks cups.

"Hey." He said as he walked inside and put the Starbucks on the side table. Eric put his hands on my hips and held me close. I stared into his beautiful blue eyes. Eric flashed a smile at me and said, "C'mon. Let's go get you a pretty dress for the Winter Dance thingy."