“She’s European?” I laugh.

He scrambles back from me. “No! That accent is fake as shit. I won’t believe it, I won’t. Her lipstick tasted like cake though, so I mean, not a total loss.”

MB walks by him and kicks his legs off of the table. “Feet off, and it was MAC. MAC always tastes like cake.”

“Yeah okay, Mom.” He sits up. “But, really? It does? How do you know?”

MB smiles. “I lick my lips, dumb-dumb.”

“So you guys seem comfy.” I laugh for the first time in a few days, and it feels really fucking good. “Like the bickering couple, everyone admires but also wants to punch in the throat?”

MB glares at Quinn. “He’s messy.”

“She’s loud!” he yells as if he isn’t breaking the sound barrier. “She’s constantly singing in the shower. Look, I love you, but you are NOT Adele!”

“I COULD BE ADELE!” she shouts, then stomps her foot, God, she’s adorable.

“Wow.” I scratch my cheek and lean back against the chair. “Sounds like things have been fun for you two.”

They glare at each other. Are they going to cross swords at dawn? Should I be worried?

Quinn finally crosses his arms. “She’s all right, I guess.”

“He’s fine.” She winks over at me.

“Glad my best friends can get along.” I stand. “Movie night?”

Quinn jumps to his feet. “Hey, it’s been a rough time for you. You should at least rest, you aren’t fully healed and—“

I don’t know why I do it; I truly don’t. I just grab him and hold him against me. I hug him so tight that I’m sure I’m breaking my own bones.

He hugs me right back.

And then MB is right there between us, and I kiss her, then he kisses her, and then I’m like, what the hell is going on, and I just go with it; my emotions are everywhere, they’re out of control.

MB pulls back and looks between us. Quinn’s stunned. His eyes are wide as he looks between the two of us.

“Fourteen.” MB nods her head. “You were drugged. You were a freshman in high school, what a horrible sexual experience.”

Quinn laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, well… we don’t remember all of it, but yeah…”

I mean, what else is there to say?

Tessa’s gonna most likely go to prison. The video will never see the light of day again, and it was a mistake, one we covered up because, hello, gotta make everything look great and perfect.

How pathetic.

How sad.

It almost makes me want to blast it and flip off the world, but I realize the repercussions. We were underage too, so that definitely would not be okay.

MB looks between us. “You need new memories.”

“I have them,” I say.

“No.” She frowns, sucking in her bottom lip and putting her hands on her hips. “You need happy ones between the two of you.”

Silence ensues.

I look down at my shoes.