VulQuinn One Shots ©

Don't Say It Or You'll Regret It

Q's PoV
"Today, one of us will be moderating a focus group." Joe said to the camera as it rolled.

"And another one of us will be participating in that same group." I said.

"The participant must read all the answers on the survey, the thing is his answers have been written by the moderator." Sal said.

"If you can't read all the answers, you lose!" Murr said.

Joe and Murr went first, as we watched Joe read all the answers in no fear. The people next to him stared at him like if he were the most weirdest person in the world. Murr laughed quietly at the fact that people were thinking Joe was weird.

"You ready? I'm going to defeat you!" I said playfully. He chuckled, pressing his lips against mine. Joe ended up winning and Murr lost.

I sat at the table, waiting for the people to come in. I saw Sal and smiled softly at the man. When Sal asked weird, the guys laughed and the people looked at him in confusion.

It was my last question and I found out quite funny because of what put for Sal's answer.

"Who's your favorite celebrity?"

Sal looked down at the survey, feeling so embarrassed. As the people said their answers, Ssl was thinking about saying his answer or not.

"Sal, who's your favorite celebrity?" I asked while trying not to laugh.

"Jaeden Smith." Sal said. I pretended like if I didn't know so I could be funny, which wasn't such a good idea.

"Who's Jaeden Smith?" I asked him.

"Jaeden Smith is Will Smith's son." Sal blurted out like if he were angry. I looked at the hidden camera and smirked. The guys laughed into the microphone, as they watched get embarrassed.

I made Sal read more of his answer that he didn't want to read, which made Sal more angrier. He ended up admitting to the other people he had a tattoo of him and ended up showing it which made people more uncomfortable.

After we finished, we packed up our all stuff and left.

"Hey Sal!" I yelled after him. He ignored me the couple of times I called after him. Oh no, he's mad at me.

"Sal. Please. Talk to me." I said after catching up to him.

"Don't you get it Quinn. I don't wanna talk to you. You wanna know why? Oh maybe it's because you fucking took it to far on the question and that tattoo is nothing but a stupid fucking joke! And no cares about it." Sal angrily said. My eyes widened at the fact he's screaming at me in a parking lot.

"Sal, please don't ignore me, I love you." I said. His fierce eyes looked back into my sad eyes.

"Well i guess it's over." He said. I was confused at first.

"What's over?" I questioned him.

"Oh that's right, I forgot to say what was over. You and me. "