"Artie, where did you put my pillow?" Quinn frowned, leaning over the adjoining kitchen counter from the living room, staring at Artie. Artie was eating an apple in the kitchen and he glanced up at Quinn when she spoke. "Have you looked on your bed?" Artie asked and Quinn rolled her yes. "Yes, and your bed. And under the beds." She said, getting a little annoyed. "Are you sure you brought it? Did you leave it at home?" Artie asked. "Artie, I did not forget my pillow. I never forget my pillow." Quinn reminded him. "Just go look again." Artie suggested, throwing his apple core away. "Fine." Quinn said and she flounced away towards the bedrooms. Quinn was staying at Artie's place over the summer. Her mum had gone away and although it took a bit of begging, Quinn got to stay behind with Artie. Her beloved boyfriend. Who wasn't so beloved when he stole her pillow!After she searched for a few minutes, she returned to the kitchen, unhappily. "I can't find my pillow." She mumbled, sitting down on his lap. "Babe, do you really need your pillow?" Artie asked. "Well it's really comfy.." Quinn trailed off, sighing, dramatically. "You can use one of my mine." Artie suggested. "Maybe." Quinn pouted. "Quinn, don't pout. We will find it. I promise." Artie said reassuringly as he started to wheel out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom. He wheeled through the open door and he stopped in the middle of the room. Glancing around, he frowned. " Why don't you go check under the desk?" He asked and Quinn slid off his lap, carefully. Heading over to his desk, she crouched down and looked underneath it. There it was. Her pale pink and blue pillow. Grabbing it, she turned back around and faced Artie. Throwing her pillow onto his bed, she put her hands on her hips. "You put it there." Quinn scowled. "You knew I would get annoyed!" She added, getting irritated. "Quinn, pl-." Quinn cut Artie off. "No! Artie, you know how protective I am over things." She practically whined at him. But before she could protest anymore, Artie had wheeled closer to her and pulled her down onto his lap. "Quinn, stop." He muttered. "I didn't steal your pillow. You probably just put it on the desk accidentally and it fell down. Stop stressing. I know you're protective. I don't want to annoy you." Artie said and Quinn started to relax. "I'm sorry." She sighed, shifting on his lap so she could see his face. "I'm just paranoid." She said softly, fiddling with his hair. "I find it cute how your so protective over your things. It shows you care." Artie told her. "Maybe a little too much." He added and Quinn rolled her eyes. Wrapping her arms around his neck she snuggled up to his chest. "I love you." Quinn murmured. "That's good to hear, cause I loved you to." Artie said, smiling at her. Quinn smiled softly, closing her eyes as she cuddled up to him.