Author's note: Please read and review. The name of my title is the name of my favorite song by Mind the Gap...if you guys have access to a file sharing system, Download it! It's awesome! Enjoy...
Quinn thought of something as Craig started kissing her. This is the most romantic moment of my life; I need to seize the moment. I need to give back to him. I'll do it; I'll have sex with him
She slowly let go of his kiss. "Craig, I wanna, I wanna do, it"
"It, like...sex?"
Woah...
"Yeah. Sex Craig"
"Are you sure"
She started thinking about everything she started blurting out words. If she was giving up something so precious to him, she wanted to know if he loved her. She asked him.
"Do you love me Craig?"
He started scratching his head. He didn't know what to say.
"Quinn, I really, really..."
She finished for him. She knew what he was going to say. "Like you"
That wasn't true. He loved her, he truly loved her. He couldn't say it. It was taking so much from hi, emotionally, doing this, reviving his past. He never had believed in love at first site, but now that he fell for Quinn, everything had changed...
"Love you"
Quinn's mouth dropped open. She figured that he would have froze up at the moment. She didn't know what to say, she was shocked.
"Craig..."
He looked around. "Don't say it. I know how you feel"
She smiled. He always said the right things.
He went on. "Are you sure?"
"Yes"
"Positive, now shut up and kiss me Manning"
He leaned his head and kissed her. She tugged on his boxers, which were damp. He lifted his head from hers. She playfully ran her fingers through his hair. She bit his lower lip. He caressed her back; his finger's finding their way to the zipper to undo her slip.
Craig whispered "I love you"
Throughout the next 30 minutes, the light on the table slowly flickered its way out. The found each other. Quinn had finally lost her real virginity to a guy she had really cared about. She focused her attention on the sounds of Lake Ontario. Craig slowly got off of her. She started crying. Tears of happiness. She really loved Craig. He took his hand and wiped them off of her face.
"Don't. It's okay"
She put her arms around Craig. His body was warm. He brought her closely to his body and squeezed her tight. He just held her.
She let go. "You wanna get home?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, not really. But, Joey sounded weird on the phone so we should. If it was my choice, I would stay."
They were both sitting in the dark. The light was out, and the moon shining through the windows. He put his hand on her knee, thinking about what to do. He wanted to stay so bad, but Joey needed him for some reason.
"Do you wanna go down to the beach so you can get your dress, I don't know, maybe there's a store open somewhere around here where I can get some clothes"
"Not really. It's ruined anyways"
She got into her slip as Craig in his boxers. Quinn looked around. Craig was sitting on the couch thinking. She messed her back to normal.
"You wanna, um, getting going?"
No
"Sure"
I love you Craig Manning.
Craig folded the blankets and put them over the couch. The lamp still sat on the table. Everything was neatly put back into place. There was no proof of teenage passion had ever been here. They both arrived at the door, side by side. He opened the door for her. She stepped outside. There was a slight breeze coming from the lake. The leaves were rattling on the ground. He went behind the bush and hid the keys. He was rubbing his hands together. They started walking towards the car. Quinn took one look back. She placed her hand up on the railings on the steps. She didn't want to leave. She had wanted to stay here, with Craig. This was the most romantic, yet confusing night of her life. She didn't want it to end.
They arrived at the car. It just sat there; Craig was on the side unlocking it. She opened the door and got in. He started it up and pulled out of the driveway. Quinn looked out of the window. She started thinking about the night. How wonderful it was.
"Craig, I don't know how, I mean, thank you, this, well, it was amazing"
He took a quick glance over at her. He was tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel. He didn't want to say anything to ruin the moment. He turned on the radio. 'Your star' by The All American Rejects started playing.
"I think when we get back home, I'll go to the mall or something, and get some clothes"
"You just want to come to my house, so I can get some clothes on; I think I still have your flannel in my closet somewhere. Plus, the mall isn't open"
"Alright, but how are we gonna get in? I mean, won't your mom still be up?"
"Probably not, I mean, she's probably out...ever since dad left" she trailed off.
He tried to smile. "Alright, sounds like a, plan"
Craig went back to concentrating on his driving, his fingers on the steering wheel...
Quinn glanced out the window. The exit that they needed to take was just coming up. Craig occasionally looked over at her. It was dark out. She looked at the stereo. The time read 1:30 a.m. Her curfew was whenever she felt like coming home. Outside, darkness and the overcast filled the sky. There weren't any stars out...
Craig started humming something. "Anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in a photo booth"
Quinn loved this song. It was Death Cab's 'Photo booth'. She joined in. "Everything that I said was true, as the flashes blinded us in the photo booth"
She looked over at Craig and smiled. The song didn't exactly go that way, but it didn't matter.
"You know, sometime we should go to a real photo booth"
"You're right, we should, let's make a date"
She leaned over the arm rest and leaned her head on Craig's shoulder. Everything felt so right...so perfect.
They finally arrived at Quinn's house. Craig parked Joey's car on the street. They both got out of the car and walked up the pathway to her house, hand in hand. Quinn opened up her door. It wasn't locked.
Figures
She led him through her house, they arrived at her room. She opened the door and flipped on the light. Craig went over and sat on her bed, not knowing what to do. "You know you have an awesome room right?"
Quinn was over at her closet. She was searching through her closet to find Craig's flannel. She found it. She hung it up, after that night they had a fight, never expecting to ever bring it out again. She threw it over at him. It fell over his head
"Hey! No violence or you know what'll happen..." he said flirtatiously
She smiled at him. She starting searching for something she could wear to over at Craig's
"So, do you want me to come over?"
Craig ignored that question and put his flannel on. "Joey is so gonna get mad when he sees me like this"
That was true. Craig didn't have any pants on, only his boxers, his hair was poofy, and he wasn't wearing a shirt.
He went on. "That tux was, like, 450 bucks"
"Hmm, maybe you left something here, I'll look after I find something for me, but wait, and you want me to come over?"
"Again, if it was my choice, yeah. Since Joey is home, no"
She was disappointed. She wanted to hang out with Craig more. "Well, maybe after he's done talking to you, you can come over or something"
He lay back on her bed. "Did I mention you have an awesome room?"
She browsed through her closet for her pajamas. She found an old t-shirt, from where she had participated in junior high summer basketball camp. It was white. She started looking for a pair of old bottoms she could wear. She found some. They were black and pink striped pajama bottoms. She couldn't reach around her back to zip her slip off.
"Craig, will you help me?" She turned around and tried pointed to her zipper.
His face lit up. "No problem"
She smiled. She just wanted to get out of it and get into some comfortable clothes.
Craig rolled over so he could get up. He walked over towards where she was standing.
He placed his head on her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her waste. She leaned her head back and kissed him.
She turned around and let go of his grip. "Here, just slide the zipper down" she tried smiling; she just wanted to get out of the slip.
"Alright" Craig's hands slid over her shoulders. She felt a zing go through her. He unzipped the slip and turned around.
"I won't look, I promise"
She got into her pajamas. Little by little, Craig started turning his head.
He went over to her and put his arms around her. "I don't want to leave you".
Quinn put her arms around him. She didn't want to him to. She wanted him to stay. "Just promise, you'll try and come over okay, and if my light's off, just climb up my window and wake me up okay? I don't care, just try..."
Craig headed towards her. "I promise"
She ran over to him and kissed him. "I love you Craig"
He picked up a bundle of her hair strands. "I love you too"
It was all happening to fast...it was passing like a blur
He walked out the door. Quinn peeked out of her room. Craig was walking through the hallway. She shut the door to her room and went over to her bed. She pulled the deep purple comforter up and lay down and pulled it up to her chest. She turned over on her right side. She closed her eyes and drifted off into her own world of dreams and thoughts...
She woke up to a sound of someone stumbling in her room. She turned over and all though it was blurry, she seen it was Craig.
She slowly sat herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked over at the clock. It was 4:30 in the morning.
Well, at least he came back...
Craig paced back and forth. He came and sat down by her on the edge of her bed. He now had a blue shirt underneath his red flannel and was wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants.
Quinn ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it back to normal. He lay back, right next to her.
"Craig, you alright?"
She lay down next to him and rested her head on his arm.
"Quinn, I just can't believe it"
She started tapping her feet on the ground.
"What? You can't believe what?"
"Quinn, I just, I can't even say it"
"Craig, what, seriously, what?"
"Angie's dead"
Tears started streaming down Craig's face. Quinn just sat there...not knowing what to say...