Twenty
My life was perfect.
I had finished the scent, well, not all of it. I only finished one thought. The second, I'm still working on it. The first one, I already passed it to my Dad and he approved it. I had already chosen what bottle to put the first one in, and what color. It was green, almost had the slightest twinge of yellow or brown, just like Quinn's eyes. Yea, I loosely based my scent on Quinn, it even smelled like her. It smelled like strawberries and had the slightest hint of vanilla in it. Dad liked it, Quinn was honored with it, and I loved it. It reminded me so much of her.
Quinn Fabray.
I must admit, as gay as it may sound for me to say, she made my life perfect, my it worthwhile. She was by far the most amazing girlfriend ever, the amazing partner, the amazing significant other, the amazing best friend. I'm in love with her, so much that sometimes I look like a sick puppy, even worse, I look like Finn being so in love with Rachel in high school till now. Puck and Artie says I'm whipped but Mike and Finn says otherwise.
Quinn and I had a thrilling three months. Yea, three months had just passed with us living together. I don't know which I loved more, waking up next to her every morning and watching her sleep like an angel or sleeping beside her feeling the warmth of her skin radiate to me. I guess I could say both. We were so happy, our relationship was exhilarating. And yea, we even made love quite a few times.
I smiled, thinking back to our first time doing it. It was just an ordinary Sunday night, we snuggled in our bed watching TV. I don't really know what happened, at first we were just making out, next she was tugging on my shirt and then the next, I was telling her if she was sure and then when she nodded, the night turned into a complete bliss.
"Quinn, why do you really have to buy all of these things?" I asked her, trying to balance all the shopping bags in my hands. Quinn laughed at me and shrugged.
"Well, Santana's last night as a bachelorette is a week away; I want to find the best dress."
I looked at her with bewilderment, "Then why do you have to buy every dress of almost the entire stores?"
She laughed, "Because I need to silly."
I rolled my eyes, I will never get why girls are obsessed with shopping so much. It was a pretty good Saturday afternoon, I had taken the afternoon off to accompany Quinn with shopping because there wasn't anything going on at work so Dad had allowed me to go shopping with Quinn. Me and Quinn have been at the mall for almost two hours and for those hours, I think we already got in to every store in this mall.
"Can we rest?"
"Would you quit whining?" she said, grabbing a light green dress that I know she would look lovely in.
I groaned and she sighed. She put the dress back and walked towards me. She ran her hand through my hair and gave me a quick peck, "After this, I promise we'll go eat."
I nodded, "Okay."
I sat at a small sofa and shuffled with the bags. Why did she have to buy so much? I think this is what Puck means when he and Santana goes out shopping except that he doesn't really whine much about the bags but he whines because he had to pay for the things, well, only half but he still complains. With Quinn, she wouldn't even allow me to buy her even one dress, saying that she could pay for it herself.
"Okay, I'm done," Quinn said. I nodded and was about to reach the bag that she had just purchased but she quickly pulled it away and smile, "Don't worry, I got it. Your hands are already full."
I nodded and then the two of us exited the shop. We strolled for a little bit, and even if my hands were full, I carried all the bags with my left hand and then grabbed her hand with my right one, I interlaced it and she looked at me confused.
"I thought your hands were full."
I shrugged, "Yea but I wouldn't dare pass up an opportunity for holding your hand."
She rolled her eyes, "Well, aren't you a sweetheart."
"I know."
She laughed and then pointed to the ice cream parlor, "How about having ice cream?"
I nodded, "Sure."
We took a seat at the corner and placed all the things she had bought there. I then took a seat across from her and watched her as she focused herself with the menu. She had tied her hair into a ponytail and she was wearing a white dress, actually, she always wore dresses and put cardigans on sometimes and paired them off with either flats or pumps. Whatever she wears, I know she'll always look beautiful, she could wear a jumpsuit and I wouldn't notice the difference.
"What would be your order miss?" A waiter asked us smiling bashfully at Quinn. I groaned on the inside, every guy always managed to hit on her because they always thought I was her brother not her boyfriend. Jerk.
"Umm, coffee ice cream please," Quinn said quietly and then turned to me, "What would you want baby?"
I couldn't help but chuckle when the waiter's smile faltered, "Vanilla."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Okay, so I guess that's our order," she said to the waiter and then she turned to me, "I'm just gonna go to the restroom."
"Take your time babe," I replied.
Me and the waiter watched as she disappeared into the ladies room. The waiter turned to me and shook his head, "You got a keeper there."
"I know."
He smiled and then left to get what we had ordered. A few minutes later, Quinn came back. She sat on her seat and smiled at me. The two of us then started talking about Puck and Santana's wedding. It turned out that Puck's cousin couldn't come on because he had to catch a flight to Toronto and wouldn't arrive till two months later and Puck's wedding would be next month and so I ended up filling his spot on being groomsmen, I didn't mind really because I was partnered up with Quinn.
Our orders came and the two of us started digging in our ice cream. When I looked up, Quinn giggled and I looked confused. But she looked really cute when she was laughing, even if she's laughing at me.
"What's so funny?" I asked when she finally controlled her laughter.
"You have ice cream on your nose," she replied and took a napkin and wiped it away.
"Thanks," I murmured, smiling at her.
"Why do you always pick vanilla?" she asked randomly.
I shrugged, "It's my favorite. Why do you always choose different flavors?"
She shrugged, "I like different."
I didn't ask her further. I knew she liked different and I knew her favorite flavor was always chocolate. I knew everything about her now yet sometimes she surprises me. I guess she'll always be like that, unpredictable, different.
"Is it really you?" I heard a voice from behind me. It was like a bit soprano and squeaky but it had a slight twang in it that anybody could adore, "Sam Evans!"
I turned around and froze. My eyes set into a pair of familiar ice blue ones. I blinked, hoping that she wasn't real, that she wasn't in front of me, that she wasn't making her way to us. I glanced at Quinn and she casted me a confused look. I turned around and tried my best to remain calm when all I wanted was to leave or to tell her to leave. I didn't want to face her, I didn't wanna even see her ever again.
"Bree," I whispered when she was closed to me, to us.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Quinn looked agape at Bree. I took a deep breath and looked at Bree. She had her easy going smile but if you knew her, you'd know it was fake. She's been faking that smile ever since she was in high school and with so many practice, she managed to pull it off with ease and perfection.
"Oh it's so good to see you," she said giving me a hug. I didn't hug her back, I was still shock to even see her.
I didn't crack a smile, instead I just stared at her. Her hair was still the same fiery red when I last saw her but it was straight instead of its usual curls. Her lips still remained its perfect pout and her eyes still managed to resemble gray.
I looked at Quinn who seemed in shock as I was. I scratched my neck nervously glancing at the two of them, "Bree. It's umm, good to see you to."
She smiled, "How have you been?"
"I've been good," I replied quietly and then looked at Quinn, "Oh um, this is Quinn, my girlfriend."
Bree looked at her and I swear I saw her frown a bit before she plastered that fake smile on her face, "Bree Dawson."
She extended her hand to Quinn. Quinn looked at her and took a glance at me, I gave her an encouraging nod, "Quinn Fabray."
Bree nodded, "Oh, you're the Quinn Fabray."
Quinn smiled even though its faltering a bit, "Yea, that's me."
And then there was silence. I shifted uncomfortably in Bree's gaze. When Bree shifted her gaze, she looked at Quinn. Quinn stared right back at her and I could feel the awkward tension building up. I knew Bree was analyzing Quinn, and I knew by the looks of it, she was about to make a comment about Quinn and with the years that I've known her, it would be a rude comment.
"We better go," I said quietly and both their attention turned to me, "It's nice seeing you Bree."
I then grabbed the bags and took Quinn's hand and the two of us exited the ice cream parlor without looking back at the redhead who's eyes were fixed on us. I could feel Quinn being tensed. I didn't let go of her hand until the two of us were at the parking lot.
"You okay?" I asked her.
"She's beautiful," she said quietly, in a voice that was barely audible.
I sighed, I knew she was in shock in seeing my ex but I also knew that she was a bit intimidated by Bree. Who wouldn't be? That girl is the most crazy bitch I ever knew. I placed all the things she had bought in the car and I gave her a hug. She leaned onto my embrace, I stroked her hair and whispered.
"Don't worry. You are the only beautiful girl in my life and not even she can replace you."
Okay. Bree is back ladies and gents! Hahaha! What's her agenda? I wonder. Hope I get reviews guys because this is my second post for today. ;]
Peace out,
Dani