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Fun Fact: Quinn's birthday is four months apart from Jerome's and Jeremiah's birthday.

Sweet or Psycho

It now was Jerome's and Jeremiah's tenth birthday and Haly's Circus was back in Kansas City. Quinn and her mother, Claire, decided to celebrate their birthday by making the twins their favorite meals, as well as a birthday cake, they were currently in the kitchen getting everything ready for tonight and since it was a day that they weren't doing any shows it would be the perfect time to take advantage of it.

"I hope Jerome and Jeremiah will love their birthday dinners and birthday cake," Quinn said as she was frosting the cake.

"I don't see why they wouldn't Quinn," her mom said with a smile as she was peeling potatoes. "They've eaten with us before. I know we usually go out for your birthdays, except for like the twins' birthdays last year, but I was too exhausted from the show and I thought it was time we would start trying something new to celebrate, not only your own birthday, but for the twins as well."

"It's okay Mom, we understand that you can get very tired from the shows, especially since you're an acrobat in the show," Quinn reassured her mother.

"Could you check to see if the lasagna noodles are done?" Claire asked.

"Sure thing, I'm almost done with frosting the cake anyway, all there's left is for me to write Happy Birthday," Quinn said as she set the knife down to check in the noodles. "They're ready, mom."

"Okay, now could you drain the water out for me?" her mom asked her.

"No problem," Quinn said, and did what her mother asked.

Quinn and her mom have been cooking and baking together since Quinn was five; it was their favorite bonding time. They finally finished preparing the food around late afternoon. They made baked chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans for Jerome and lasagna and garlic bread for Jeremiah, they also made raspberry lemonade to drink and a chocolate birthday cake.

By the time came for them to set everything on the picnic table for the twins' birthday dinner, it was around 5:00. After everything was all set and ready, Quinn ran off to find Jerome and Jeremiah. Claire asked her husband if he wanted to be joining in the birthday celebration, but as usual he declined, he wanted to watch ball games and some of his movies, though nobody was surprised, so it was just the four of them enjoying eating dinner together, and everything seem to be going perfect.

After they were all finished, Claire packed up the left-overs and gave them to the twins and told them to put them in their refrigerator. Quinn and the twins were going to play together for a while before it was time for cake. Quinn waited for Jerome and Jeremiah to come back, but after waiting for an hour she started getting worried and decided to go over to their trailer to see what was holding them up.

When Quinn arrived at their trailer she knocked on the door, hoping that Jerome or Jeremiah would answer, but when the door opened it, Quinn's heart sank when she saw Lila with a glass of scotch in her hand.

"What do you want?" Lila asked, rudely.

"Where are Jerome and Jeremiah? I've been waiting for an hour for them to come back so that we could play," Quinn said trying to keep calm around the hateful woman.

"They can't come," Lila replied with an obnoxious tone.

"Why?" Quinn asked folding her arms and raising an eyebrow with suspicion.

Knowing Quinn would tell her mother, if she didn't say anything, Lila reluctantly told her, "Jerome had a cake knife to Jeremiah's throat. Jerome isn't allowed to leave the trailer for the rest of day, and my Jeremiah is still in shock about what happened to him. You'll have to come back tomorrow, now, go away." And with that Lila slammed the door on her face.

Quinn just stood there confused and bewildered at what Lila had just told her, everything about what she was told didn't seem right. Jerome held a knife to Jeremiah's throat? That can't be true. That's crazy talk. I've known Jerome and Jeremiah, since I was four; I know they don't always get along and sometimes dislike each other, but Jerome would never hurt his brother like that and surely Jeremiah wouldn't make up a story like that or he could've been over-reacting.

"I better tell Mom about this right away," Quinn said to herself, "She'll definitely want to hear about this."

When Quinn came back to her mom, she told her mom what Lila just told her.

Claire frowned at what her daughter told her, "No, you're right, Quinn, it certainly doesn't seem right. I know I don't know your friends as well as you do, but still something is not right."

"Do you think Lila could've been making it up?" Quinn suggested.

"Honey, you can't think or suggest something without proof," her mom said, "Besides you know you can't just confront Lila without any evidence, it could create some serious problems."

"Jerome would tell me that a lot," Quinn replied.

"And he's right, sweetie," Claire said to her daughter, "And Quinn, before I forget to tell you this, when you see Jerome and Jeremiah again, I wouldn't ask them anything about what happened, especially if it will just upset them both and it could create more friction between them. Do you understand, Quinn?"

"Yes, mom," Quinn said.

"Good. Now let's put their birthday cake away, so the four of us can enjoy it tomorrow," Claire said to her daughter.

It's been a few weeks since Jerome's and Jeremiah's tenth birthday, and tensions have been rising higher between the brothers and friction between them has been increasing more than usual. It seemed to Quinn that whenever she saw Jerome and Jeremiah together they would be constantly at each other's throats.

They were currently on the outskirts of Chicago, one night, Jeremiah went to Quinn's trailer to wake her up, and he wanted to tell her something important, especially if he wasn't going to ever see her again or at least for a while.

Jeremiah slowly and quietly opened the door, careful not to wake up Quinn's parents. Then he crept quietly to where Quinn was sleeping, Jeremiah couldn't help but smile at her sleeping form.

"Quinn, Quinn, wake up," Jeremiah whispered, shaking Quinn gently.

"Huh ugh, Jeremiah, let sleeping girls lie," Quinn said sleepily, feeling slightly cranky being woken up in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. But I can't wait to tell you this, it's too important," Jeremiah told her.

"What is so important that you had to wake up in the middle of the night to tell me?" Quinn asked slightly grouchy.

"Well it's complicated, but Quinn, I need you to promise me that you won't tell Jerome about this, any of this," Jeremiah warns me, his warm soft hands grab Quinn's.

"Why not?" Quinn asked sleepily, as Jeremiah sighs sadly.

"Jerome obviously likes you, Quinn and I mean he likes you likes you. And he definitely won't be happy with what I'm about to tell you, he would be furious, and I can't let him know or let him find out about any of this. I don't want him to take you from me," Jeremiah explains. Quinn couldn't help but frown at the last part of what he said. What does he mean by that?

"Okay, then I won't tell him," Quinn promised.

"Thank you," he smiles, before going back to his original nervous expression. "I need to tell you something, but it won't make sense unless if I actually show it to you, first."

He lets out an exasperated groan, before suddenly leaning forward, his pale pink lips capturing Quinn's own lips.

Quinn stands there in shock with wide eyes, and Jeremiah quickly pulls away, getting nervous again, "I-I'm so sorry! I-I should've asked you first, I'm so-"

"Jeremiah, calm down. It's okay," Quinn giggles, slightly blushing, and Jeremiah smiles at her. But then his smile fades and his facial expression changes into something sad.

"I love you and I care about you, Quinn. I really do. And I'm really sorry about this," Jeremiah apologized.

"About what? Kissing me? Jeremiah I told you it is okay," Quinn assured him.

"No, no, it's something else, more complicated," Jeremiah said frowning, "I'm sorry Quinn, but I have to go.

Before Quinn could even say a word, Jeremiah turns around and walks out of the trailer, leaving a confounded Quinn behind. What was he talking about? What did he mean about Jerome taking me away from him? Oh well, I'll ask him about it tomorrow. Quinn then snuggled down in her bed and went back to sleep. But little does Quinn know is that that would be the last time she'll ever see Jeremiah, at least not for a long time.