QUINN

"Dylan?"

I couldn't believe my eyes. He was here, standing in front of me. His bluish-green eyes glistened as he stared at me, making my heartache.

"How have you been?" He asked, grinning. I cleaned my tears with my trembling hands and wiped it on my shorts.

I need to confirm that I'm not dreaming or hallucinating. I reached out to touch his face and before I could touch his flesh. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug making a gasp escape my lips.

My heart began racing as I was coated with his warm embrace, I sniffed as I slowly moved my arm to hold him. Then I broke down and the tears streamed down my cheeks.

It's real.

"It's okay. Did you miss me this much?" He said casually, trying to lighten the moment. I held him tighter trying to imprint him back in my memory.

"Dy- Dylan. How can this be pos- possible?" I asked still holding him and he sighed before releasing me but still held my hands in his large ones.

"It's a really long story."

"But....but the doctor said you were." I couldn't finish my sentence and busted out crying. He bent down a little so he could see me and I turned away before he could see my tear-stained face making him chuckle softly. I felt his warm touch on my cheeks, then I looked up and he cleaned my tears gently, with his index finger.

"I'm here now. And I plan to stay," He said, "So please, don't cry again."

I grabbed his arm and urged him to follow me and he stopped me, "I have somewhere really important to go too."

"You're leaving!" My tone was alarmed as the thought of him disappearing again make me angry.

"No actually, I got a new apartment here."

I gaped at him, "You're staying in this building?!"

"Wait, wait no. I mean yes. This is your floor right?"

I nodded.

"And room 3221 is your apartment right?"

I nodded again, then I tilted my head. "Dylan, are you stalking me?"

He busted out laughing, nervously. I pointed at him as my eyes widen. "You are stalking me!" I laughed, suddenly feeling special.

"Wait how long have you been in New York. And you didn't come to see me. For you to know all that, you must have been here for a while." My voice gave it away that I was hurt.

"Quinn, I just got here two days ago. And I'm in room 3222."

A loud squeak escaped my lips, "Really?!"

"Yes really." He grinned back.

"What is really going on? You show up suddenly and say we're neighbors. If you're okay since, why didn't you contact me sooner? Do you know how I've been blaming myself?" I said, feeling a sharp pain in my chest.

"It's kinda complicated, I wanted to come a long time ago but I had to wait for the right time. And now I just quickly came to see you, I have to leave soon."

"I'm ready to hear it all, you just appeared again and now you're talking about leaving again. Don't you hear my heart cracking?"

"We're neighbors now huh, so I can't escape you again. Luckily, the college student that was in room 3222 left the apartment right in time when I need an apartment."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I have such bad relationships with my neighbors, I thought it was an old lady who leaves next to me," I said my thoughts out loud, then shook my head and grabbed his hand. "I miss you so much, how can I let you leave."

"Then let me give you an assurance that I'll be back?"

I nodded instantly and he chuckled softly, "You haven't changed at all, Quinn," He said and a blush crept up my checks.

"Are you with your phone?" He asked and I tapped my pocket and brought out my phone.

"You want to give me your number?" I said, feeling shy all of a sudden.

Who wouldn't feel shy? He's Dylan Beckett.....my ex.

"Are we shy all of a sudden?" He teased me with a smile on his perfectly chiseled face that puts Brad Pitt to shame.

I chuckled and gave him my phone. He kept his number in and returned it back to me. "Call me when you want to ask me anything, I'll be right next door."

I nodded and he ruffled my bangs, "I missed you."

"I miss more, every day was like I was being sucked into a vacuum." He held my hand and drew circles at the back of my palm.

I stared into the ocean in his eyes and before I knew he pulled me closer. I felt his warm breath on my forehead, then his warm lips pressed on my head gently, "I'll explain everything, soon."

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"No, I did not finish the last slice of cake!"

I snorted and shut my fridge, "Brandon, my life is taking a drastic turn." I said, turning to Brandon who was raising his hands in his defense.

He sprinted to the kitchen island and sat across me. "Spill it!"

I sighed and took a knife making Brandon's eyes widen as he scanned the sharp object. "This is my mother!" I began with a fake deep voice and he furrowed his eyebrows but encouraged me and nodded with a plastered smile on his face.

"This is me." I brought out a potato, he eyed me suspiciously but still encouraged me as my best friend.

I smiled broadly and in a split second I sliced the potato into two making him gasp, "What is this supposed to mean!?"

I sighed again and brought out another potato making Brandon try to look at where my source of potatoes are coming from.

In a split second again, I slice the second potato. Brandon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Why are we suddenly murdering potatoes huh, honey? Okay, I confess I ate the cake."

I ignored his confession and grabbed one side of each of the two potatoes and kept them together, "What do you notice?" I asked, turning to him and he nervously touched the back of his neck.

"They, they like you know.." He said lost of words and probably wondering how he ended up here.

"Yes exactly!" I said banging my hands on the table, "They can never match, see." I used my hands to attach them together but they weren't a match. "They can't match."

"Ohh," Brandon cooed, and I could actually see that he was suddenly interested. He used his hands as a gesture as said "Your mother is the knife who wanted you and Ace, those two unmatching potatoes to match!" He said proudly, his voice getting higher as he said more and more.

I beamed and look at him like he was the last half of a sandwich in the fridge, "Yes you're right!"

"And you know this first potato," I held out the two potatoes that matched. "This is me and Dylan." I held the two pieces of the second potato, "And this is Ace and Nana."

"I have no Idea who Nana and Dylan are but go on."

"I and Dylan were a perfect match but my mum the knife cut us apart, Ace and Nana we're a perfect match but they also got slice apart."

"Oh my Goodness," Brandon squeaked, "You're such a genius," He said hyping me on and I chuckled proud of myself.

I was about to say something else when my phone began ringing from my pocket I dropped the potatoes and it dawned on me that I can't grab my phone with my hands that were playing with potatoes.

Brandon understood my situation and hurriedly came to grab it from my shorts and answered it for me and kept it on my ear.

"Quinn Manchester speaking," I said, perkily.

"Where are you?!" Sheila yelled and I instinctively moved my head away from the phone before taking it back.

I scrunched up my face. "I'm so sorry, Sheila," I said sincerely, "I would be there in less than ten minutes," I said what I knew was impossible because I still had to dress up.

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I hurriedly dressed up and did my makeup and combed my hair at once.

"Are you ready?" Brandon asked peeping into my room with his car keys in his hand.

"Yep," I said popping the 'p' as I grabbed my coat, bag, and shoe in my hand.

Soon we were on the ground floor and luckily I didn't bump into Ace. I smiled at the boy behind the front desk because he kept starting me while I speed-walked with my curly hair bouncing with each step I took, his eyes widen as he realized I blew a kiss to him and his face turned crimson red.

We got into his car and I huffed as I relaxed on the soft seat. Brandon had turned on the engine and started driving.

"Let's hope you don't get fired," Bradon joked and I let out a nervous chuckle.

Soon we got to the set and I hurriedly went through the door that said 'crew'. I saw Sheila talking to the assistant director and I yelled her name.

She looked around searching for who called her, her eyes landed on me and her lips crawled into a from while I waved at her with all my strength.

"Get ready, Quinn is here," The Assitant director announced to the crew and I got up to them.

I immediately pulled Sheila into a hug taking her by surprise. I sneered at the assistant director who looked at me like I was his child whom had all bad grades.

Perverted freak!

I released Sheila and noticed she had an amused look on her face. "Thank you!" I yelled at her.

'Thank you so much, Sheila without you I wouldn't be this good. Thank you for always caring for me."

"Thirty minutes till we start!" The assistant director announced mostly to me, he gave me a look before walking away.

"Why such a confession now?" Sheila asked amused and I grinned at her.

I suddenly have this happy dose buzzing in my stomach since I met with Dylan again. It makes me know all hope is never lost.

I quickly went to change and did my make up again to make me look sick. Soon we had started, it was a scene where Camilla came to visit me.

My hair was scattered on the bed and I laid lifeless on the bed, the atmosphere was quite. Everyone was so professional that no one out of the hundreds of staff present made a sound.

A sound of a door opening was heard and Camilla walked in, I heard her sniff and come near me. I slowly turned my head to her with a weak smile on my face, she forced a smile to hide the pain of seeing her sister weak on the bed.

I have to admit we are both good actresses.

She held my hands in her trembling ones and sniffed again asking me if I was hungry. She helped me sit up and the director yelled, "Cut!"

Everyone was busy again and I removed my hands from Camilla's who folded her hands over her chest. She went back out the door and the cameras got shifted to another position to get our emotions close up.

We did the scene again, and again from another perspective. Finally, we moved on to the next scene when our make up was redone.

She brought out a package and opened
it, she tried to feed me but the food dropped from the spoon and we both busted out laughing, then stopped almost immediately once we realized we did something at the same time.

We tried the scene again and the same thing happened this time it was some staff members who busted out laughing as I and Camilla tried to suppress our laughed but failed and began laughing, I could even see our director laughing as Camilla yelled half laughed, "Where did you get this spoon from?" She ended her sentence with giggles.

We were giving a fork this time and we continued the scene. When I arrived, Jason had already finished his scene and had left for a commercial l shot.

After hours, I was finally done and had taken off the makeup and did a normal one. It was already late and was getting dark, Brandon had left earlier to go perform make from some models who were having a night shot.

I let out a relaxing breath as I stood outside the building. Where I stood was still in the set, where we all parked our cars, some staff members were still around and the light had been turned on. I said goodbye to my stylist with a smile on my face as she waved at me.

I looked to check if Sheila had come with the van again and saw nothing. I sighed and rubbed my hands together, a car suddenly pulled up where I expected to see the van I furrowed my eyebrows trying to who was in the car when someone called my name.

I turned and saw Dylan smiling at me and waving. A smile crept up to my lips and I waved back at him making him chuckled.

I was about to walk over to him when someone else called my name, I turned and saw Ace running towards me from the car the pulled up earlier.

I turned back to Dylan and saw him walking towards me and back to Ace and saw him walking towards me at the same speed.

My mouth was agape as I didn't know what to do.

Well isn't this interesting.

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I really enjoyed this chapter because Dylan is back!!!! And Quinn is just like a light bulb of happiness. I really enjoyed writing this chapter a lot and I hope you enjoyed reading it ♥️

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Where are my mint chocolate flavour lovers?

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