White It out Like Glittering Wax Butterflies

Just Knowing This Matters, I Just Feel Stronger.

I stepped out of the bathroom to met with those brown eyes I was growing to like too much.

"You smell better."

"Um, thank you..." Okay, WHO, may I ask, waits for someone to get done showering to tell them that they smell good? WHO?!

"Were... Were you waiting for me?"

"Yeah, kind of. I couldn't wait to talk to you again."

"Um, about what?"

"I don't know. About anything..."

I looked at him with a thoroughly confused expression. When I started to walk down the hallway to the kitchen, Quinn wasn't that far behind.

"Are those your real eyes?"

Heeere we go. The question I was WAITING for SOMEONE to ask.

"Yes Quinn, they are my REAL eyes."

"Oh, that's pretty sweet. I think they're really pretty."

Yeah, right. Most people do at first, then it just becomes weird.

I turned around to face him. "Why are you talking to me?"

"Because I like you."

"Well, at least you're straight forward."

"Can I get a hug?"

I narrowed my eyes. "No."

"How come?"

I gridded my teeth. "Because Quinn, I don't know you that well..."


"What do you mean by 'so'?!"

"Well, I give hugs to complete strangers."

"Well that's you Quinn. Not me."

I wanted to slap him. Or kick him. Do something to get him away from me. He was starting to piss me off.

"Quinn, could you just... step off?"

"Ummm... sure..."

"Thank you..." I trailed off to the kitchen.