Author's note: Sorry about the lack of updating! First I had writers block and then I actually had a conversation with Graeme, a.k.a. Jake Epstein's best friend! I am in still in after shock, but I totally don't mean what I said about him in the previous chapter. He is awesome and not to mention, very cool.

Craig folded his arms. He spoke solemnly and slowly. "What, what, do you mean, you, you, had a baby?"

Quinn was heading towards the beach. Craig was still in the middle of the sand bar. The sand slid in between her toes freely.

"Ya know Manning; you don't look that stupid, but now…"

"Quinn look at me!" She turned around. There was this sad, betrayed look on his face.

She stood. "Craig, you don't have a clue…"

"Don't say that Quinn"

"Don't say what Craig? You go home everyday to a nice family, a family who cares about you, you…"

He cut her off. He started shouting. "DON'T SAY THAT QUINN!"

She was stunned. Craig was a mellow type of guy, not the type that would blow up in a couple of seconds like that. She looked at his face. Tears were slowly streaming down his cheeks. It looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. It hit him hard, those couple of words she had spoken.

He went on, sounding much calmer "You, you don't know alright…"

She was mad at him. How could he blow up at her like that? "Oh yeah, Craig, I don't know what?" she said in a sarcastic tone.

Tell her now. You have to, she deserves to know…

Quinn walked through the water to where Craig was standing, he just looked lonely. She didn't know what to say, and she was pretty sure she had just said the wrong thing. There were just so many mysteries about him. She knew zero information about his past. It just never came up when they were talking. Of course she wanted to know, but she didn't want to pry either.

"It's just, that…"

She looked him straight in the eyes. He looked sadden and hurt. He playfully messed up his wild, curly hair, which was almost now dry. He continued on. "We have more in common than you think…" He looked distraught. He was nervously twisting his fingers around and tapping his foot in the water.

Quinn wasn't buying it. She glared at him. "What are you talking about, Craig?"

Tell her, you've gotta. If you're gonna have a relationship you have to tell her! Craig thought to himself…

"Quinn…I just, I had, I, almost…"

Tell her, you have to!

He continued on. "A kid, too"

Tell her the whole story! You have too…

Quinn was in shock. She was thinking of so many things to say, but she couldn't get them out. She managed a "wha, what?"

He looked kind of embarrassed. "You know, a, a kid"

She was hurt. Why hadn't he told her earlier? She wanted to know who it was with.

"With who and where is it now?" She didn't mean to sound so emotion-less, she was just in shock.

That's probably why everyone calls him a man whore…I get it, now…

You have to tell her. It's for the best…do it. She looked so sad and hurt standing there. The water was now calming down, but getting colder. He wanted to hug her so bad, but he couldn't find the strength. It was taking him so much emotionally for him to do this.

"With Manny Santos, and We….I mean she, she, got an abortion"

He looked powerless, like somehow he had just been beaten.

She struggled with her words. "When?"

He looked around. He was wondering what to say. He knew that this wasn't the best time to admit this. He just basically said that he hated her for not having sex and now was admitting that he almost had a kid.

"Last, year" he said as he cleared his thought.

She didn't know what to say. She had gotten pregnant from the rape, but gave her baby up for adoption. It hurt her so much inside to give that baby up, but she knew she had to do it. She knew how he felt. How it was to give something up like that. Something so special.

"Craig, I know, I mean, I can, relate". She took his hand. It was freezing.

She went on. "You know, I think it would be best if we went up to the cottage, and sat and talked"

Craig looked happy. He was rubbing his hands together. He whispered, "Good idea!"

It was so easy to forgive Craig. He stood there so innocently, like he was a child. Like he didn't know what he had done. Then his facial expressions…the way his eyes sat when he was sad, or the way his eyebrows went up when he was disappointed. Quinn couldn't ever stay mad at him.

They walked up the hill. They didn't care that they had left the blanket and the stereo on the beach. They could see from a distance that the candles had burnt out, so they just left it. They just walked up, slowly and silently, both, mentally and physically drained. They finally arrived at the top of the hill. Craig and Quinn walked around to the front, so they could get in.

"Uh, Craig, the key?"

"Its right over here" Craig went behind the dark green, over grown shrub, and grabbed what looked to be a hidden key.

"My dad, he, uh, always hid them here".

Quinn's body was filled with goose bumps, as was Craig's. He slid the key into the lock and opened the door. Craig stepped in the rustic cottage and motioned for Quinn to follow.

She took one look around. It was amazing. There were big, fluffy, leather couches. The carpet was a comfortable, soft, brown color. The walls were of course of log. There were pictures hung up everywhere, of what looked to be Craig and his family. She couldn't really make them out in the dark…all she could see were the frames…

"There isn't any electricity, but I think, there might be some battery powered lamps around her someplace…"

Craig felt his way around, to what looked like to be storage cabinets. The moon was giving them some sort of light, but not a lot. He opened up the drawer and pulled out a green lantern. He twisted the knob and he turned it on. He held it up and walked over towards Quinn. He led her towards the overstuffed loveseat.

"You, want to, um, sit down?"

Things were getting awkward between them. She didn't want it to be this way.

"Yeah, sure"

"Wait, I'll get some blankets"

Craig walked into the only bedroom as Quinn sat down on the couch. It was casual, yet comfortable. She settled herself in, sitting. She didn't want to lye down; she figured Craig was going to sit next to her.

"Here, I found these on bed in there." He came out with at least 6 blankets. That was smart, she thought. It really was, they both were freezing, and were in very little clothing.

He plopped a whole bunch on Quinn. Some were silky and some were fuzzy. She wrapped herself like a little Eskimo. They felt nice against her cold body. Craig sat the lantern on the coffee table and just as Quinn thought, He sat down, not knowing where to put his long legs. Quinn turned her body and faced Craig. He put his legs out side of hers; she rested hers inside of his. He gently took a blanket from the floor and put it over both of their legs. She leaned back, her body, supported by the headrest.

She started twisting her hair. It was now halfway dry. Craig was looking straight at her, thinking of something to say.

"Quinn, I'm…I'm sorry"

Good for you. You should be.

She wanted to say it. She wanted to apologize, but nothing was coming out of her mouth. She wanted everything to be right with Craig.

"Craig…"

"Don't say it. You don't have to be"

"I don't want things to be weird, I mean, look how it is now…"

"I know, I mean, I really want to have a good relationship with you…one that doesn't end up with a girl pregnant or psycho ex…"

Psycho ex? What did this mean?

"Psycho ex, Craig, you have me lost…are you talking about Manny?"

Now is the time, tell her, you have to.

Craig looked around. He knew that he had to tell her sometime, and this had to be it. He pulled the blanket up closer to his chest.

"Ash, she's, she's my ex, Quinn"

Quinn understood. He cheated on Ashley with Manny. What would this mean? Would he do it again?

"So, let me get this straight. You cheated on Ashley, with Man… Manny, and then you got her pregnant?"

She looked at him. He just sat there, emotionless.

Quinn went on. "Craig, I just, I don't know if you'll do it again" She grabbed the blankets and pulled them over her head. Craig just didn't understand…

"Quinn I won't. And I know I won't. You'll just have to trust me, okay?"

He pulled the blankets over his head and went under. He couldn't see her but he knew that she was sitting there, silently in the pitch black darkness and he kissed her a passionate kiss.

She pulled away and grabbed his arm. "Craig, I've been hurt so much, and I don't want to get hurt again…"

"Quinn, I promise, I'll never do that to you…"

Quinn turned around so she was sitting in between his legs. He lay down so his head was peacefully on the headrest. She put her head down on his stomach. His body was now warm. He put his hands in between her fingers and laced them together. He started stroking her thumb.

"Wait, I can't breathe, so I'm going to pull these down alright?"

Craig pulled the blankets so they were beneath her chin. She felt perfect, sitting there. They were squished but they didn't care. They both felt like they were needed. He told her about ½ of his past, and he didn't know why he hadn't told her the rest. It wasn't the time…it just wasn't the time…

Quinn heard something buzzing. She was guessing it was Craig's cell phone.

"Craig, I think someone's calling you…"

"Oh right" The cell phone was on the coffee table. Craig felt his way around in the darkness and picked it up, Quinn still lye on his stomach.

"Hello"

"Craig, it's Joey, I think you need to come home"

Joey sounded sad. Craig thought something was wrong immediately.

"But, Joey, you said I could stay out until three, it's what, 1:00 now, right?"

"Craig, I need to tell you something, you, need to get home now, alright?"

"Um, yeah, sure Joey, I'll be there"

He flipped the cell phone closed. "Um, Joey says I need to get home, I'm sure Angie's just sick or something so, I'm sure I could just drop you off home or something, or we could hang out in my garage, or head to Marco's. So, I'll just stop by for a minute. Joey's pretty cool about letting me stay out"

"My mom just doesn't care. I could go away for a week and she wouldn't ever notice…"

Craig smiled and thought to himself... Really? I'll have to remember that…

She was disgusted. Why did he have to call? Thing's were going perfect. They weren't fighting and they were close to making out.

Craig started smiling, and kissed her neck. "I'm sure we can stay for 15 more minutes"

He turned around and got upon Quinn's frail body. He placed his lips slowly on top of hers…one thing led to another…and they started making out, again.

But…

What they didn't know that what Joey was going to tell them would change their lives…dramatically…maybe…forever?