Part 36
Normal POV
I still couldn't bring myself to talk to Brian. After everything he'd said, I had gotten so confused.
'Should I take Bren's advice, or not?'
Brian said he loved me, but not marrying Quinn would kill mom and Bert! I decided I'd stick with Brendon's advice- I had to talk to Quinn. I picked up my phone and called Quinn, not knowing what to say.
"Hello?" Quinn answered.
"Hey Quinn…listen…I need to talk to you."
"What is it?"
"Look. Meet me at Starbucks in an hour okay?"
"Okay, sure." He said hanging up.
Quinn's POV
I hung up the phone, and looked down at my half eaten sandwich.
"What's wrong?" Jepha asked.
"Nothing."
"Seriously…what's wrong?"
"Nothing man. Can you drop me off at Starbucks on the way home?"
"Sure thing." Jeph said, taking a bite of his sandwich.
An Hour Later
"Hey man, how do you plan on getting home?" Jepha asked, rolling down the window.
"I'll walk."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it's fine man." I said walking inside.
Normal POV
I saw Quinn walking inside. As soon as I saw him I had froze up. I had no idea what to say, and I was beginning to develop a huge headache.
'Great. Just what I need…'
"Hey." Quinn said, walking up to the table, taking a seat.
"Hey. So umm…"
"So umm…what was up with you and Brian leaving at 4AM?"
"What?"
"Yeah, Jeph said he saw you and Brian arguing or something, and then you just left."
"We left. So?"
"So, what did you guys do?"
"Nothing, really."
"What did you guys do?"
"Nothing!"
"WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO? HUH? WHAT WAS SO BAD THAT BRENDON HAD TO COME DOWN?"
"Quinn…I…"
"You what?"
"Do you really want to marry me?"
"Of course…why?"
"…Brian…When we left this morning…he kept telling me that he loved me, and- and that you're just using me, and that I deserve better than you."
"Wait…so you?"
"We just had coffee. That's all."
"But…I thought…"
"I know."
"Syn thinks I'm using you?"
"Yeah. Well…you kind of are you know…"
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I just…I guess I felt like I had to have some reason to get Bert mad. I was just so stressed. God. What was I thinking? I can't solve the problem with Bert by running away…I have to go talk to him."
"…so?"
"So…this weekend, we're gonna get out of here." Quinn said, as we walked out of Starbucks.