~•Quinton Griggs•~ [Imagines + Preferences]

🌌 ~Spaces~ 🌌

"I just need some space," you stood up.

"W-what's that supposed to mean?" Quinton looked at you in shock. He was sitting on his bed.

"I just, I need space Q," you sighed looking down at your hands, this is harder than I thought.

"But why? What happened? I thought everything was fine," he shook his head, confused.

"See," you turned around to face him. "That's the problem. Everything is not fine Quinton, and the fact that you haven't noticed just proves my point."

"What are you talking about?" He stood up, walking over to you.

"Listen," I looked up at him. "I really, really like you. And I know you like me to. But... oh my God, I can't believe I'm saying this. Quinton, I think I'm in love with you...?"

His eyes went wide.

"It's scary and it's new to me, but I can tell that you aren't as... crazy about me as I am about you, so I just need some space to figure everything out."

"What do you mean y/n, of course I'm crazy about," he reached for your hand but you pulled it away.

"Really Quinton?" You raised your voice, causing him to wince. "Because it seems like you're only interested in when we have sex. And you only hold my hand when your with your friends are around. It seems to me that this is just a trophy relationship and it's completely one sided."

"Y/n..."

"No, don't y/n me, okay? I trusted you with my virginity," you could feel the tears coming down your cheeks. "And you don't even care about me the way I care about you. I mean do you? I just want the truth."

His expression remained emotionless.

"Your lack of words just answered my question," you snapped, tears streaming down. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time Quinton. Really I am."

You grabbed your things and you left.

Spaces between us

Keep getting deeper

It's harder to reach ya

Even though I try

Spaces between us

Hold all our secrets

Leaving ya speechless

And I don't know why

Who's gonna be the first to say goodbye.

"Y/n."

You opened the door of your house to see him standing there.

You stayed quiet.

"I'm not a quitter, I fight for what I want..." he liked down at his hands, he had something in them, then looked back up at you, "I want you. My God, I want you so bad... and you left before I could tell you that I do love you. I do want you to be apart of my life forever. You are the most important thing to me, and I'm not gonna lose you because I was being stupid."

"Quinton..."

"Y/n," he opened his hand and revealed what was in it. You gasped. He got down on one knee and held it up. "The day I met you, I went home to my mom and asked her for my grandmother's ring, I told her I had met my wife."

"Q," you out your hands up to your mouth.

"I know we're sixteen. And I know that I'm dumb. But I also know I'm in love with you. So, until I can give you my grandmother's ring, I want to give you this promise ring."

You put your hand on your heart, "are you serious right now."

"100%," he smiled.

"Quinton, I don't want space anymore," you giggled and he let out a sigh of relief.

"I don't want space anymore either," he smiled, standing up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a kiss.

"You little bitch, I though you were actually proposing," you laughed.

"My father would literally decapitate me," he laughed too and held out the ring for me.

"Wow, this is a really beautiful promise ring," you smiled, looking at the ring inside the box.

"Here," he took I out of the box and slipped it on your finger, "now it's right where it belongs."

"You better not break my heart Griggs," you wagged your finger at him jokingly.

"Yes ma'am," he leaned down and kiss you again.

The spaces between us

The spaces between us

The spaces between us.