*Chapter 4*
Quentin
I was currently sleeping when I heard a loud crashing sound that made me immediately snap up in surprise. I groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eye to get a better glimpse of my phone screen once I wanted to look at the time. It was almost three in the afternoon when I got out of bed.
I first played with the thought of staying in bed but at the end my curiosity got ahead of me. Therefore, I followed the direction in which the noise was coming from and landed in the kitchen. I squinted my eyes at the bright light that was shining through the window and tried to get a clue on what was actually happening here.
"Ace? What the hell are you doing in the kitchen?" I asked when I saw a few broken dishes on the floor. Before he could answer my question Ramon showed up with an annoyed expression. It seemed like he had just woken up and when there was something Ramon valued more than practice, then it was sleep. He's even worse than me and that tells a lot because I often tend too sleep way too long.
"Quentin!" Suddenly I was called. I sighed and head to Jin who was the one asking for me. "Do something about that stupid phone of yours," he shouted when I heard the ringtone of my phone. I frowned and went to pick it up after seeing that it was Zaron.
"Hey," I smiled.
"Did you plan anything for today? Because I didn't," he started. I rolled my eyes at him.
"What a nice way to greet me," I commented. "And no, I didn't plan anything. I just thought we could go to the mall or go out to eat." I honestly didn't really thought about it, I was fine with anything as long as I get to spend my time with him.
"Fine, should I pick you up later?" He asked.
"No, don't worry, I'll just show up around five at your place, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," I heard from the other side of the line before he abruptly hung up on me. I sighed about him. Somehow I need to find a way to wrap him around my fingers because he's still restraining too much.
I dropped back on my bed and head back to the kitchen to get something to eat. Ramon still seemed to be there as I noticed when I reached the kitchen. His glance followed to my direction as our eyes met.
"I told you, you should finally put something on when you wake up," he rolled his eyes.
I frowned, seeing myself in nothing but pink boxer briefs. "Why? It's not like you haven't already seen me like this before," I shrugged.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "At least do something about your weird fetish for Victoria's secret underwear!"
I propped my hands on my hips and pouted. "You're just blind. You don't see the cuteness in their designs," I huffed, feeling offended. Ramon was focusing back on his sandwich as I watched him finishing his food.
"Do you want to practice later?" His gaze fell back on me. I snatched his sandwich away and took a big bite.
"Nope, I already have plans for today," I declined. He pursed his lips and scowled at me for stealing his meal. I grinned and wanted to turn away but then I saw his quick movements and dodged just in time before the object he threw at me flashed, passing me inches away from my face.
I turned around to see what exactly he threw at me and that was when I noticed the silver shining knife blade sticking on the wall which could've easily harmed me. "Ramon, don't do that! That was dangerous! What if you had hurt my pretty face," I was still chewing on my sandwich, or rather his.
"Shut up, don't be ridicoulous!" He turned around and started making his chicken breast salad sandwich all over again.
In that moment Jin came through the door and immediately noticed the knife in the wall. He cocked his brow at it and passed it like it was nothing important. "Quentin, go and put something on, I can read the word PINK on your ass glittering miles away," he demanded and opened the fridge to get some orange juice.
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Leading Love [boyxboy]
RomanceQuentin Collister. One of the six sons of the popular Collister family is the youngest son Quentin. And that family he grew up in is everything but normal which Quentin was forced to deal with at a very young age. Growing up, the eighteen year old e...