If the Baudelaire Parents had Lived - Series of Unfortunate Events

Movie Night

Violet (This story is mostly gonna be in Violet and Quigley's point of views because it's mostly gonna be a Quiglet story) ((also most of the stuff is gonna be in the present I don't like 1945 stuff))

Quigley dragged me over to the ladder that led to the roof. We ascended the ladder and moved to the edge of the roof. I plopped down, swinging my legs over the edge. The sun was setting over the lake, creating a beautiful reflection. Quigley sat next to me and took my hand. We talked lightly, making casual conversation for a while.

"The lake is beautiful tonight," Quigley commented.

"Yes it is," I replied. "I wish we could go swimming. That would be so fun."

Our eyes met, wistful smiles spreading across both our faces.

It was unusually cold for September, so swimming was impossible. As a breeze fluttered by, I snuggled into Quigley's side. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I reached up to play with his hair, which was incredibly soft, by the way. He smiled down at me and I beamed up at him. Then, simultaneously, we both went back to looking at the lake.

I sighed contentedly. He gave me a little squeeze before he moved his arm up to be around my shoulders. I looked at him at the same time he looked at me. Our faces were mere centimeters apart.

His breath mingled with mine. It had a sweet scent, like ripe sapotes. He took a sharp intake of breath.

"Um," I stumbled for words. "The sun's almost down. We should get inside. . . ." I trailed off as he slowly leaned towards me. My heart accelerated and bumped around clumsily in my chest.

"Yeah," He said slowly, still leaning forward. "Maybe we should go in-"

He was interrupted by my overwhelming urge to feel his lips on mine. I smashed my lips against his. He was tense for a moment, and I began to pull away, an apology on the tip of my tongue, when his hands woven into my hair, keeping my lips latched onto his.

Once he was apparently sure I wouldn't stop kissing him, his hands moved to my waist. I let my hands roam his body, finally coming to rest in his hair, playing with it, twirling it around my fingers.

All of a sudden, I heard three simultaneous screams and a, "Fragaloop!", which meant, what the what?!

We broke apart quickly, though he kept one arm on my waist and I moved one of my arms down to rest over his shoulders. We were both panting when we turned and saw Izzie, Duncan, Klaus, and Sunny, all staring at us with wide eyes.

I glanced at the horizon. The sun had sunk down and the first stars were coming out. "Movie time, right?" I asked. When I was met with stunned silence, I continued. "We should all get inside. It's cold out here."

With that I stood up, took Quigley's hand, and walked towards where everyone was gathered.

When we reached them, they seemed to reanimate and start moving again. Klaus expertly stuffed himself in between me and Quigley, trying to separate us from holding hands. It didn't work, as I realized what he was doing and refused to let go of Quigley.

Eventually Klaus gave up and just let us hold hands, but gave me a meaningful look that clearly said, we WILL talk about this later.

We went inside and me and Quigley went to make the popcorn.

I put the bag into the microwave and as I reached to enter the time, my hand brushed Quigley's. He looked over at me, blushing, and I was pretty sure I was blushing as well. He entered the time and gave me a flirtatious wink before walking off. I rolled my eyes, re-entered the correct time, and followed him.

I found him in our room. I walked over and tugged his earlobe affectionately, before taking his hand and pulling him up. He walked with me back to the kitchen, and I decided to prepare a surprise for the others.

I opened the fridge and pulled out some ingredients. We had some shortcakes for no reason, really, and I cut up some strawberries, putting them in a bowl and adding sugar so they would collect some juices.

I took out the popcorn and poured it into three bowls. One bowl was about half the size of the others. That one was for Duncan, because Sunny would not be eating popcorn. In Duncan's bowl, I put a small bag of carrots and apple slices.

After the strawberries collected some juices, I put three shortcakes on plates and piled on some whipped cream. Then I decorated them with strawberries and brought out the popcorn and shortcakes. Everyone enjoyed them greatly.

Sunny was happy when Duncan pulled out the bag of carrots and apples and handed it to her. Me and and Quigley split the shortcake, then we settled down on the couch next to each other. It was a three person couch, and Klaus was already seated on the opposite side. So, when Izzie came over and I tried to make room for her, I ended up scooting right up onto Quigley's lap. She giggled at my expense and took a seat.

I took the popcorn on my lap. Every once in a while Quigley would reach out and take a few pieces, but mostly he entwined his fingers in my tangly hair that I didn't care to brush and pressed his face into it. I could feel him smelling my hair, but I didn't mind.

I took the remote and started the movie. Quigley removed his face and hands from my hair and I scooted off his lap. The four of us squeezed on the three person couch and watched the opening credits roll.

Soon the real parts of the movie started. I won't go into details, but I will tell you that it was so scary I ended up back in Quigley's lap, burying my face in his chest.

When I was sure it was over, I removed myself from Quigley, blushing hard. He was smirking at me. I tugged his earlobe again, then stood up and went back to our room. I could hear him following me, but I didn't look back. I wasn't gonna give him that satisfaction.

When I finally reached the room, I plopped down on the bed. He plopped next to me and I slung my arm around him casually.

"You know I like you," I said, trying desperately to keep up the travesty of casualness I had thrown up.

Quigley stumbled for words, and ended up just nodding.

"I know you like me," I said, my voice shaking but still slightly casual.

Quigley nodded once again.

"So..." My voice longed for some break from the casual charade, a crack, a break, a stutter, a stumble, or even just a simple change in volume.

Quigley nodded, showing he would take it from here. "Violet Baudelaire, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

"Yes," I said, and my voice finally took the crack it desired so much.

The casual facade slipped away and my face broke into the type of smile that creases your forehead and puts tears into your eyes, the type that betrays just how much you're dying inside, but also shows that you love exactly what is happening to you in that exact moment.

My face burnt with fiery tears. He looked up at my face, then wiped my tears with his forefinger. When my crying continued, he frowned and pulled me into his arms.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, mía. Why are you so sad?"

I shook my head at his easy misunderstanding. "I'm not sad. I'm having a happiness overload."

I buried my head in his chest.

About a half an hour of comfortable silence later, I heard a voice that I recognized as father's.

"Children, we ask you to come to the parlor. We must talk."