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Quinn blinks awake and yawned quietly rubbing her eyes. Last night she and Trevor had a debate on who was sleeping on the couch, who was sleeping on the bed, and if they were sleeping together. Finally, Quinn won the bed and slept in it last night. Although, after seeing the dirty mags, cigarettes, and stains that the blonde didn't even want to investigate made her want to change her mind. Instead of cleaning it she just lied there stiff trying to get used to the stench of the messy bed. Trevor was a real gentleman for sleeping on the couch at least.
Quinn started to stretch, but halted when a pair of arms wrapped around her. She looked down seeing the snoring psychopath sleeping soundly clinging onto her waist. Okay, she was wrong.
"Trevor!" She whines and tries to push him off with no avail. "Trevor, get the fuck off of me!"
Instead of doing what she asked, he mumbled sleepily and nuzzled his face on the side of her breast. "Mmm hold me…"
Quinn glared down at him and used all of the little strength she had to bring her knees up and shove him off his her legs. He then releases and rolls over, still snoring loudly. The blonde huffs and walks into the living room to dig around in her shopping bag for her clothes. Half of her thought she could at least unpack, but the other, much more naïve half, thinks that Andrew just might want to start things over.
She shakes off the thought, but it still lingered in her mind as she headed towards the bathroom. It reeks of urine and vomit. "Ew!" She squealed covering her nose. "Does he even know how to aim?" The blonde takes off her sleeping shirt and underwear as she immediately wrapped herself with a towel she bought. There isn't a door so that was highly unfortunate for her. She turns on the shower and the head shook a little before water came out making her smile slightly she turns to put her clothes by the sink. "Okay, all I have to do is take a shower and get there bef-AAAAHHHHH!"
Quinn screamed in horror backing out of the bathroom quickly and looking at Trevor walking out of his bedroom sleepily.
"What's with all the ruckus this hour?" He asked in a sarcastic voice while stretching his side a bit.
"YOU HAVE A LEG IN YOUR TOILET!" She boomed and ran towards the sink feeling bile rising in her throat. "Ohmygod." She whispered shakily as if it was one word.
"Shh…Quinnie, you're making a big deal out of nothing." He says casually and walks towards the toilet looking down in it. He tried flushing it down again with no luck. "Shit…"
"I'm so done." Quinn says going in the bathroom and quickly grabbing her clean clothes and heading out the door with the towel still wrapped around her.
"Where are you going!?"
"To Ron's place where there isn't a toilet with a leg in it!" The blonde walked out in the heat stomping over to the neighbor's household.
"You'd never know that, don't judge me by the activities I perform!" Trevor yelled following right behind her. "Get back here!"
"Fuck you, you're a horrible person!"
A man across the street looks up to see the blonde wrapped around in a towel and a strange looking man with nothing but dirty sweatpants chasing her. The bystander sighs and slowly walks back into his home, taking a long drag from his cigarette.
Quinn knocks on Ron's door then glared back at Trevor who was behind her. "Hey Trevor, I've just finished making your co-" he stops seeing Quinn in nothing but a towel and starts stammering. "H-h-hey guys."
"Hi." She smiled brightly at him trying to create a calming aura, which was hard because Trevor's hand was on her shoulder signaling her to go back to the home. "Ron, could I use your shower…if you don't mind?" She blinked her emerald eyes at him and he swallowed stepping out of the way.
"Sure, sure um knock yourself out."
"Thank you so much." She replied gratefully stepping inside. Trevor just whimpered and turned around angrily.
"Fine, I hate you!" he yelled running back to his home childishly and slamming the door.
…
Later on, Quinn walked out of Ron's house waving him good bye and sashays across the street towards back Trevor's house. After the shower she felt fresh and refreshed ready to take on the day. Her summer dress flows into the warm and sandy wind. She opens Trevor's door looking around.
"Okay Trevor, I'm all ready to go." She sounded then furrowed her arched brows when he didn't answer. She walking into his bedroom to see him face down on the pillow, sobbing. "Trevor?"
"Go away! You don't love me!" He mumbled yelling through the pillow.
The blonde frowns slightly walking towards the bed sitting down towards his crying form. "Trevor I'm sorry, but having a LEG in your toilet is completely strange and unsanitary. Why did you even have a leg there in the first place?!"
"It doesn't matter because you hate me…" He mumbled through the pillow again without looking up.
"I don't hate you Trevor." Quinn sighed crossing her legs. "You're just…a very confusing person sometimes and our personalities can't handle each other. Let's face it you're crazy but…I still wouldn't have anyone else save me." She smiled at him like he can see her.
"…do you mean it?"
"Yes, I mean it from the bottom of my heart."
"Then…give me a kiss!" He quickly grabs her and places her under him. She yelped then looked up at the man where there was evidence he wasn't crying. His arms were by both sides of her head as he smirks down at her.
"Y-you tricked me!" Quinn glared up at him, but not in a pissed off manner. She was more relieved that his feelings weren't hurt actually.
"Sure did Quinnie and you said you don't hate me. HA! I knew it."
Quinn's cheeks began to burn when she realized he was on top of her and their bodies were pressed against each other. She gasped placing both of her hands on his shoulders while pushing them. "Move it!"
"Only on one condition." His grin widened making her nervous.
"What?"
"I want you to…" he stops reaching down and lifting up the front of her dress slightly. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest and he looked into her eyes saying. "…slurp on my sweet meats."
Her emerald eyes bugged out as he laughed hysterically falling on top of her. She pushed him off and rolled her eyes while getting off of the bed. She covered her mouth and turned around at him. He stopped laughing and lifted a brow when he realizing she was stifling laughter. Suddenly they both laugh loudly while walking out of the bedroom. For once in these past days, Quinn was…happy.
"You are so awful!" The blonde giggled between talking. "Sweet meats?"
"That's my nickname." His laughter dies then he opens the door of the trailer with Quinn close behind him. "I'm going out to the bar."
"Wait, aren't you taking me to coffee?"
"No."
She cursed silently then lifted her purse higher up her shoulder still following him. "Well can we at least get Wade? He's still in Los Santos and he needs to get picked up by the hospital."
Trevor stopped then groaned realizing he nearly forgot about Wade. "Fine…I suppose he's probably important in a way." They both got in the truck turning down into the city of Los Santos.
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Outside of the coffee shop Quinn, Trevor, and Wade all wait in the truck for a second because the two in the front were having an 'adult conversation'.
"Trevor you're NOT going with me! He invited only me to coffee so there shouldn't be a reason why you're joining us."
"Why can't I go!? Would he be intimidated by my handsomeness and boyish charm?" Trevor lifted an eyebrow and Quinn didn't comment instead slowly getting out of the car. "Be out here in fifteen minutes. Just explain why you guys aren't working out and leave."
"Excuse me, I'm a grown woman and I make my own decisions!" She slams the truck door as the balding man glared at her.
"'Excuse me, I'm a grown woman BLAH BLAH BLAH!'" he mocked her then pulled off to the side of the shop, parking there in an angry manner.
"In the hospital, the nurse gave me some candy because I didn't pass out into a coma." Wade smiled showing Trevor his candy bag then frowned when his boss ignored him and stared into the coffee shop angrily. "Trevor?"
"WHAT!?" he snapped turning to Wade who was taken aback.
"Are you mad because Quinn is seeing that man? Is it erm her husband?"
"Yeah Wade, I'm pissed because Quinn doesn't really have her morals straight. She goes after the guy who leaves her behind because to her, he's the only one who actually loves her." He explained growing angrier by the second passes.
"I'm sorry to hear that Trevor...maybe Quinn will realize what she has in front of her." He pats Trevor's shoulder. "Don't worry about it."
The sociopath only sighs and continues to look through the window of the espresso shop, seeing Quinn walking up to the man and hugging him happily.
…
"Let's have a seat." Andrew smiled at her and pulls out a seat for her in a table. Quinn smiled at him and sits down looking up at him. "You look beautiful today."
"What's going on the other days?" Quinn joked making the other man chuckle.
"Ah, didn't change too much. That's good." He sits down sighing as his green eyes peering into hers sadly. "I wanted to start off by saying I deeply apologize for what I've done. I felt so bad about leaving you there…anything could've happened to you. I still regret the day cheating on you. I'm glad you're not hurt…and I'm really glad you even came here today. I hope you can forgive even though I don't deserve it."
"Don't worry Andrew…its fine." Quinn smiled at him. "FINE!? It is everything but fine! Why the hell would I even say that?! I'm still extremely pissed at him, in fact I'm so pissed off I can't see straight. I don't even want to be here. Personally, I agree with what Amanda and Trevor said about him but…who else is going to love me? I might as well just accept his half-ass apology and pretend this never happened and go back to trying not to be a shitty wife." Her heart sank lower when his artificial smile spread across his handsome face. He doesn't care genuinely…he just wanted to get that situation off of his back.
"Thank god…you're really an angel Quinn." He nods and sits up in his chair as if he was intrigued. "Where have you been living temporarily? A hotel?"
"Ah, no. I found a friend who saved me. He's letting me stay in his place for a while." Quinn couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face as she talks about him. "I'm so glad he was there."
Andrew just nods and looks off to the side as if he was waiting for the waiter. His eyes then gazed back at hers, tilting his head. "You're wearing less makeup. Why?"
"My makeup came up missing."
"Missing?"
"Well yeah you dropped me off on the side of the road with five heavy bags." She replied sharply making him looked in pity towards her. She calms down and cleared her throat pulling one of her locks back. "Anyway, I had to get…ugh…drugstore makeup from some store in Sandy Shores."
"I'm sorry about that."
"Stop apologizing…I already said it was okay Andrew." She sighed and tried to look out for Trevor's truck. The blonde didn't see it, making her slightly nervous. "So how are you and your new…girlfriend doing?" And by 'girlfriend' she meant a dirty prostitute he found.
"We're uh…we're good." He says as if he was surprised she asked that question. "She wants to move somewhere else so if you want the house…it's yours."
Quinn blinked at him nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he better give me that damn house. Cheating on me and leaving me in some desert." She thought crossing her legs.
"Excuse me, uh waiter?" Andrew called as the waiter who was serving a table behind them walked over. She really wasn't paying attention to the man and began to try texting Trevor. A familiar voice rang making her nearly dropping her phone.
"Ya want anything in particular?"
The blonde see Trevor in a waiter's outfit and a hat from the employees of the espresso shop. She widened her eyes as he looked down at her lifting a brow.
"Quinn, are you alright?" Andrew asked concerned.
"Y-yes!" She nearly squeaks while staring at Trevor as if she couldn't believe that this man was seriously doing this.
"What can I get you?" Trevor asked causally pulling out a notebook looking at Andrew.
"Caramel Latte."
"Would you like for me to stir it with my dick or would you like a shit sandwich separate with it?"
"W-what!?" Andrew inquired horrified.
"I said what would you like miss?" Trevor asks turning to Quinn as she gives him a fake smile.
"I would like the Peppermint Latte." She says hastily passing her menu at him.
The balding man politely takes it then looks her up and down. "I love your hair color, by the way." He was nearly taunting her and Andrew had no clue what was going on.
"Thanks." She hissed as he walks towards the back. The other employee stared at him as if he was an unfamiliar man. Something tells her this isn't a date anymore. "Fuck my life..." she whispered before turning back to the man in front of her.
I kind of liked this chapter...and I kind of don't. Either way, it's a new chapter and the end will be coming close soon!
