Life as it is

Can we start over? {pt. 2}

Q's POV

We went on talking for about an hour. It wasn't until our stomachs started to growl did we realize we probably should go out to eat. "But just us, okay? Let's have a dad- I mean, let's have a getting to know each other day."

Mia smiled and said "Sure. Uh, lemme get my earbuds and then we can go to a Panera around here."

"Oh yeah, you HAVE to get those earbuds or else you will have a fit not listening to that EMO music." I laughed while saying. Mia said she liked emo music and I find that funny.
She punched me hard and said, "At least I'm not the one who embarrassed themselves in front of their old Fire Department buddies doing a dumb play." Mia did a devilish laugh, and I wouldn't let her have that, so I got up and started to chase her, threatening to tickle her because she told me all her weak spots.
"Got you!" I grabbed the back of Mia's bottom shirt and pulled her back, until I had my arm around her waist.
But, just as I did that, I felt her body tense up and she pulled away hard, as if I had punched her. And when she turned to face me, her face scrunched up into a distaste like look.
What did I do wrong?

Mia's POV

"D-Don't touch me there ever. Okay?" He just touched me in that exact- EXACT same spot that Jose did. My scars on my face are because of him. It's... hurts in some sort of way. I can't really explain it, but when Q touched me right now, I had a fucking flashblack of the beating.
"Oh, are you okay?" Q asked, "You acted liked it hurt. Did something happen yesterday that somehow hurt it?"
Should I tell him? I contemplated on this until he added, "Remember Mia, trust goes both ways. I can't help you unless you help yourself." Fine.
So I told Q about what happened. From when Jose kissed me to the girls beating me up, and by the time I finished, I noticed Q had his hands in fists so hard they were white and face in a anger state.
"If I ever see that fucker again, I will beat his ass. How dare he- how dare those girls- bullshit! That's harassment! that's—" Q saw a tear go down my face. "I-I'm so sorry Mia. You're beautiful still. And I'll make sure that nobody hurts you again. If something were ever to happen to you on my watch I'll never forgive myself. You got that?" I nodded my face yes and he gave a pitiful smile.
"Ok then, go get your earbuds and I'll tell Andrea we are going out for a together day.

So I went to my room and grabbed my earbuds on the stand right next Milana. On my way though I stubbed my toe and said "fuck", which somehow caused Milana to mutter "daddy stop saying bad wods" in her sleep. I giggled at that and got my sweater then went back downstairs. Although when I got down there, I walked in on them kissing and having a moment, so I slowly walked back to hide and snoop.

Q's POV

When Mia went upstairs, I walked back to living room and to Andrea. She was so hot. Her face. Her cheeks. Her body wrapped around her blanket.
But it's not just that. It's her personality; up until yesterday, I never thought about love. Not since I got dumped 2 weeks before my marriage.
"What are you staring at?" Andrea questioned while opening her eyes.
I joked and said, "Looking how sexy that blanket is." In which returned a laugh from her beautiful lips. "Oh. Mia and I are going out to eat at Panera. We had a long talk for about two hours about starting over and trusting each other. She's upstairs getting her earbuds now."
"Oh okay. Good job on you, you're finally getting to actually know her.... You know, the funeral is in a week. They had to move it up a little bit because you came a little earlier than we expected," she sighed and looked at me, "I think I drank too much. Did I say or expose myself in any weird way?" I laughed and told her, "You said you were catching feelings for me, and to be honest, I think I am too. I mean, how can you not fall in love with someone as hot and gorgeous as yourself?"