Trust Me

Stars and Perfect Potraits

♥♥♥Okay, this one is a little short but I hope you guys like it! It's sort of just a filler chapter. Enjoy!♥♥♥

Levy's P.O.V

I looked up at the sky and smiled a little. Quinn had her head resting on my shoulder, her hand in mine, and just having her near me was relaxing me. I felt like I could actually go to sleep, with her there. I also knew that I had to be careful. She was letting me closer, and it wasn’t hard to see that it was hard for her to let that happen. At some point, she would pull away. I frowned, thinking about it, but with her right there next to me, fitting against me like a puzzle piece, I felt like I would wait for her forever. And that was dangerous and selfish, because I was not the kind of person she needed in her life. But I was just selfish enough to not care. God, I was becoming all sensitive and...girly.

“You remind me of him.” Quinn murmured suddenly, and I smiled a little just at the sound of her voice.

“Who?”

“Jake. You remind me of Jake.” She said, then hesitated before continuing. “Or, the way you make me feel, I guess. You don’t look anything alike.” She explained, and I moved so I could see her better. She propped herself up on one elbow and pushed her silky blond hair out of her eyes.

“How did he make you feel?” I asked, knowing that I was prying. I thought she wouldn’t answer, but after a moment she looked up at me, a faraway look in her eyes.

“I don’t know. It was a good feeling, though.” She let the sentence trail off, lowering her gaze. Her smile slowly faded and she lied back down so she was looking up at the sky. “But he’s dead now.”  She said in a flat voice, as if having to remind herself. “He died trying to protect me.” she said, shutting her eyes. She was silent for a moment,  and I didn’t know what to say to her. What can you say about something like that? I’m sorry? I knew as well as anyone that saying I’m sorry didn’t actually mean anything when it came to that sort of thing.

Quinn opened her eyes and looked over at me.

“But you remind me of him. You make me feel like maybe life doesn’t suck all that much, all the time.” She said, a small smile dancing around her pink lips,  a slightly startled look in her eyes. I felt a little…conflicted. My heart squeezed in a very girly way at that, but I could never be him. I would disappoint her.

“I cant be him, Quinn.” I said quietly. She didn’t look at me, but her expression didn’t change.

“No one can ever be him. I wouldn’t want you to be him. Jake was one of a kind. But its nice to know that Jake wasn’t the last good person in the world.” She said, then sat up, pulling her knee’s up to her chest. She rested her forehead on them and looked over at me. I looked back at her, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. The last thing she needed right then was me violating her personal space. She smiled a little at me, and I was struck, not for the first time, at how pretty she was.

"You should try and get some sleep." I said as Quinn yawned again. She looked over at me and was quiet for a moment before nodding and carefully getting to her feet.

"Easy there, clumsy." I teased as she teetered a little and I grabbed her elbow. She shot me a look and stuck her tongue out at me.

"Shut up, or I'm gonna push you off the roof and watch you go two dimensional." she said teasingly, and I smirked at her, still holding her elbow in fear of her falling. For once, she didn't seem to mind.

Once we were on the ground I put my hands and my pockets and started walking back towards the house, Quinn by my side.

"What about you? Are you going to get any sleep?" she asked me suddenly, and I looked down at her, shrugging.