Therapy (The orchid pt. 2)

A great cook (Part 6)

"No! You're not allowed to see him again!" Quinn yelled frustratedly through his teeth. He was cutting bell peppers with a large kitchen knife. Each slice got more aggressive as he spoke.

"Quinn, what's the worse that could happen?" I asked him as if I didn't know the answer.

I had just told him Colby and I met for coffee, it wasn't going down well to say the least. I wasn't exactly expecting Quinn to be happy about it but I didn't think he'd try to forbid me from seeing Colby again.

He stopped cutting the bell peppers and looked up at me from across the kitchen. Giving me a look saying 'you know what happened last time'. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

"Plus he has a girlfriend anyway, there's no harm in being friends." I said while chewing on my nails, a new habit I picked up.

Quinn dropped the knife on the kitchen counter causing a loud clang to echo throughout the kitchen. He rubbed his forehead aggressively with his fingers while letting out a sigh.

"Oh great! There's a girlfriend involved too!" He spoke sarcastically. Such a dad move of him. "And who is this girlfriend Brie?"

"Well," I began. I knew this would go down a treat. "Her name is Andressa, and she may or may not be the girl he kissed at that party six months ago."

I spat the last part out as quick as I could, in hopes that maybe Quinn wouldn't hear me.

"Huh?!" He looked at me with wide eyes as if I had two heads. "You have got to be fucking kidding me?!"

"He doesn't know I know!" I quickly defended him. Why did I do that?

"Brie that does not make it any better!" He rolled his eyes at me before grabbing a slice of bell pepper and putting it in his mouth.

"I know" I huffed, dragging out the word 'know' as I spoke.

"So what-why?" Quinn was frustrated. So frustrated he couldn't speak. He loves being dramatic.

"Chill out Quinn." I tried to sound loud and assertive but the sentence just came out breathy and weak. "Its just we ended on bad terms, and when I saw him last I knew he thought my scars were because of him.  I just wanted to give him peace of mind."

That was a lie, although Colby was interested in what I had to say, we avoided the whole mental health talk as much as possible. He was more interested in my non-existent love life.

"Yeah okay," Quinn rolled his eyes at me like he wasn't buying my lies. "So what happens now?"

I frowned, I hadn't thought about it really. What does happen now? Do I still keep in contact or would that be weird?

"Ah I don't know." I finally said because it was the truth. "I guess I'll leave that one to Colbs-Colby. I'll leave it to Colby."

"Yup, I don't buy it." Quinn said proudly as he walked over with two bowls of pasta.

He gave a bowl to me, before staring at my foot that was taking over the end of the sofa. Clearly Quinn wanted to sit next to me. I lifted my leg for him to sit before placing it back on top of his lap.

"You know you don't have to cook for me right?" I mumbled tossing my pasta around in the bowl with my fork.

"Now if I didn't cook who would?" He raised his eyebrows at me, and gave my chin a gentle pat.

"I can cook." I muttered, before finally putting a fork full of food in my mouth. I'll admit Quinn was a really good cook.

"It's not that you can't cook, it's that you don't eat." He stated, as he reached for the remote to put on Netflix.

"I guess."

A few minutes into whatever crime documentary Quinn has put on, I got a snapchat notification. It was from no one other than Colby.

"Oh god Brie that better not be Colby." Quinn looked at me wide eyed as if it were a serious matter.

"Why does it matter?" I retorted

"Why does it matter? Why does it matter!!!?"

Here we go.

"Your eyes lit up when you got that notification. That never happens!" He was being over dramatic. "Your eyes don't light up anymore."

He stated the last sentence softly, almost like he was hurt.

I wanted to feel bad, but I couldn't. I didn't know what to say but "I'm sorry"

I played with my thumbs, refusing to make eye contact with Quinn although I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head.

"You're not." He sighed giving up on the conversation. "I'm just not ready for you to get hurt again."

"I know." I spoke as I pulled my leg out from his lap so I could crawl towards him. I put my arms around him and snuggled into his chest, I could feel him lift his arm and place it around my shoulders to get comfy.

I felt him chuckle lightly.

"what?" I asked not looking at him.

"You haven't done this in forever."