“Forget about it, Sam… Just don’t think about her for a few hours. You need to finish this…” Sam mumbled to himself as he kept his eyes on his sketchpad and tried to draw the city from the rooftop. His mind should have been on what he was trying to focus on, but he just couldn’t keep it that way. He had tried that for over a week now and he was failing. Failing, big time. His mind was on his girlfriend. Only on Quinn. And the things that her mother had said. “So when are you and Sam getting married?” It was echoing itself over and over again in his mind, along with the mental picture of Quinn.
It was too early for them to get married. They had been dating for six months. They couldn’t get married now. They just couldn’t. Three months ago they had taken the next step in their relationship and had sex. That was three months ago! They couldn’t get married after only three months of taking it to the next level! That would be absolutely insane! Or so Sam thought. He hadn’t even met Quinn’s mother yet. She could hate him and despise him for that matter! She could decide that he wasn’t good enough for her daughter if she met him. And then there was the fact that Sam was getting scared about it. It wasn’t only about Quinn’s mother not liking him if she met him. It was also that everything was happening way too fast and Sam didn’t know what to do. At the end of his stay, he would go back to California and leave Quinn behind and that scared him, because the time was coming way too fast than he thought it would. And it sucked.
So Sam was scared, he was distancing himself from Quinn for the past week, he had been sleeping on the couch and he had probably only seen her whenever they had to eat dinner. He knew that karma was going to become a bitch any time soon, but for now, all he wanted was to focus on concentrate on his drawing, even if his entire mind and focus was on the blonde-haired girl.
Quinn had no idea what was going on with her and Sam. For the past week or so, they had hardly said two words to each other. She didn’t think that she and Sam had any problems. Everything had seemed liked it was going so well, and suddenly he was avoiding her. They weren’t sleeping in the same bed any more, and they weren’t talking as much as they used to. She didn’t want them to drift any further apart than they already were. She wanted things to be like they had been a month ago, where they had barely been able to keep their hands off of each other, and now…well now she had no idea what was going on with the two of them, and she wanted to find out.
Slipping on a jacket, since it was a little chilly out, the blonde made her way up to the roof of the building, where Sam had said that he was going to be for most of the day. For a moment, she just stood in the doorway and stared. She didn’t know what she was supposed to be doing up there, but she had to talk to him. There was no way that they could carry on like this. “Sam?” She called out, just to get his attention, before making her way towards him a little more, with her arms folded across her chest. “Can you tell me what the hell is going on with us?” She asked, tilting her head to one side. She hoped that it wasn’t her fault that they were beginning to drift further and further apart. Maybe it was because of her condition. He didn’t want to break up with her, so he was acting like this until she decided to break up with him. Whatever it was, she was going to learn the truth, whether he liked it or not.
"Have I done something to annoy you? Because all you seem to be doing is avoid me. You won’t sleep in my bed with me, or even watch TV. I don’t know what I am supposed to do. So tell me what I’ve done wrong and I can fix it." She stated, her eyes narrowing a little. She was upset, and she didn’t want to lose Sam. Not now.
Magic is going to happen, ladies and gentlemen!
I’ve got a headache and I am just extremely exhausted. I’m so ready to crawl under the covers and call it a day.
Room for a little one?
It’ll be good to get back in the gym and build up the muscles again.
And then come back to Quinn’s bed afterwards.
It’s not my bed. It’s our bed.