Best of Me

Chapter Fifteen

Good-morning! Here's the next chapter taking place after the drunken night with the family. This is going to be heavily just Theo & Quinn.

Enjoy!

Chapter Fifteen:

I wake up to the room being flooded with light. A pained groan slips from my sleepy lips as I pull the blanket over my head. There's a tiny monster in my head hammering away at my skull intermittently and the light certainly does not help with the pain. The blanket is ripped off from over my head and I squint up at the grinning figure above me.

"Good morning, sunshine," Quinn says cheerily. "Advil and water are on the side table for you, and I brought you breakfast."

"You're an angel," I mumble, "but don't ever wake me up like that again or I will kill you."

"Mm, I don't think you will," She grins as I sit up in bed to take the pain killers. "You need me, remember?"

"Fuck off." Quinn holds her hands up in defense, a cheeky grin still on her face. She backs up and disappears into the bathroom. I look over at the spread of food sitting on the other side table, my mouth waters and my stomach rolls. "Coffee?" She pokes her head out of the doorway.

"You told me to fuck off."

"Fuck on?" I ask meekly.

"I'm not sure that's the correct phrasing, but," she walks out of the bathroom holding a mug in her hand, "since you asked nicely, kind of, here you go. One sugar and a little bit of cream." I take the mug from her hand and pause before drinking it.

"How did you-"

"We've been constantly together for the past week, I've noticed some things." She shrugs and walks back toward the bathroom.

"You-" I stop, not sure how she noticed the way I make my coffee, but she did. I look back at the food on the side table, there's a small bowl of strawberries and cut up bananas, a plate of chocolate chip waffles, and a bottle of syrup next to the utensils. "She even knows my favorite breakfast foods..."

"What was that?" Quinn's head pops back out of the bathroom.

"Noth-nothing," I lean over and pull the plates closer to me and start eating. "Thank you." She smiles and nods, disappearing again as I eat.

When I finish eating, she finally emerges from the bathroom, fully dressed, hair cascading over her shoulders, glasses tucked into the collar of her sweater. My eyes slowly rove over her body, from her maroon knit sweater, to the tight light blue jeans, to the tall boots covering her feet; and back up.

"Um, Theo?" Quinn waves her hand trying to get my attention.

"Hmm?" My eyes snap back to her eyes; she's smirking at me.

"How's your head?"

"Better-" I blink a few times and run my fingers through my knotted hair. "Much better, thank you, um, I'm gonna take a shower."

"Good idea," she crosses the room and snags a leftover strawberry from the bowl. I watch raptly as she places it between her lips and takes a bite. She crinkles her nose at me. "You smell like a drunken sailor."

"Well, considering I did get drunk, it makes sense," I say climbing out of bed uneasily. I look back at Quinn and she's staring off into the distance. "Hey, Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"What-did I do anything particularly embarrassing last night? I don't-there isn't much I remember," I rub the back of my neck. Quinn's face turns red and I feel my stomach drop in anticipation. "Was it-was it bad? I mean, I didn't like hit on any random woman, did I? Or dance on a table top; that usually happens when I drink tequila."