Little Sister?: Quinton Griggs

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Quin got up and pulled me to stand. We went down and the boys had finished filming. Everyone was making TikToks and Quin and I made one on both of our accounts. We unblocked Griffin on everything since he was okay with us. We never even told the fans, but we were sure they already knew we were dating. We had dropped hints a lot of the time and they were pretty obvious. Quinton and I were still not completely open with each other, but we trusted each other with our lives. We hadn't slept together yet and him sleeping on me was the closest thing so far.

A couple days went by and I had gone live in Quinton's room.

"'Are you okay?' Yeah. Why? 'Does Quinton abuse you?' Guys, no! Why would you think he does?" I asked.

"Because I hit you twice and you cried the second time. I'm getting hate for it," he said and sat next to me on the bed.

"We're playful with each other. That's all. He doesn't hurt me on purpose and he doesn't really hurt me either."

"If it seemed like I was abusive, I'm sorry. Because I know it might have hurt a lot of other people and I won't hurt her again. So give me a chance guys." The comments all agreed that he gets one last chance. We forgot all about the conversation and were laughing and having fun. "And she decided to get me something when there was stuff she wanted. And I felt bad for not getting her anything." He pointed his thumb at me just as I moved forward and he hit me in the forehead by accident. He stopped and looked at me, slowly pushing me down as I stared at him. I sat up and laughed. "Good?"

"I'm fine. It's, like, the blooper reels in movies and they get hit in the face like that. Oh, my God! We'll have a movie night!"

"Oh, God. 'Third chance up.' What do you- Shit. Guys, please don't cancel me... 'You're not good for her.' I know! You guys literally don't have to point every single thing out about me. I'm not perfect. She is. And she doesn't hurt anyone. I don't deserve her, but you keep sending me hate telling me I should leave her to make her happy! And I wanna cry!" He yelled and got up, walking onto the balcony and slamming the door shut. I ended the live immediately without saying anything and followed him. He didn't say anything and I sighed, going over. There were tears streaming down his face and he wiped them away. I slowly took Quin's hand and he buried his face in my neck. He hugged me and sobbed. "I'm not enough. Y-You're generous and kind, a-and you care about everyone else. I-I don't do anything for you. And you're still stuck with me. I serve no purpose!"

"You stick by my side, Quin. And that gives me mental support or I would have jumped out that window, okay? So don't tell me you serve no purpose because you hold me together. More than most people do," I cupped his face and wiped his eyes. "Now repeat after me. 'I'."

"I."

"'I am important.'"

"I am important."

"'And people love me.'"

"And people love me." I kissed him and he smiled a little.

"Come on. Wash your face now." He did and looked better. I was tackled onto the bed and Quin wrapped himself around me.

"Start a new live. I'll be back," Quin got up. I did and told everyone to stop hating on him and if they were hating, I wouldn't follow them. Quinton walked in and handed me a wrapped box-shaped object.

"Open this," he said and I took off the paper to see a Louis V box.

"Why would you-"

"Just see what's inside." I opened it to find a glazed, black Bleecker box.

"Why?" I asked. "Why would you buy me something from Louis?"

"Even the chat says be thankful. You always get me stuff."

"Why do you want to impress me? I'm in love with you already." I realized what I said.

"What did you just say?" He smiled.

"Nothing," I lied.

"Okay... We're talking about this right now."

"Later," I mouthed.

"'Quinton, you suck.'"

"He made a mistake. He hit me. So what? Don't hit women. I know. But that's a different matter. I'm not upset or mad at him, so I don't see how me getting hit affects you guys. Some of you may be abused and I'm sorry. No one had to... no one should go through that. But stop! Stop the hate! Stop the mean comments! It affects mental health so words can kill. And just because Quinton is some famous TikToker, it doesn't mean he doesn't have feelings. When it hurts him, it hurts me. When hate affects him, it affects me. So stop! I'm ending," I ended the live, and Quin watched me.

"'I love you,'" He mocked and I looked away. "I wanna have a serious talk."

"Nothing's getting any better right now, so go for it."

"We've only been together for a short while. I personally don't think I'm ready for the 'I love you' thing yet."

"That's fine. You can take your time." He nodded and I held the box.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"I love it. You don't have to get me anything," I said and he took my hand. We had a movie night and I went to my room to sleep. I heard Bryce and Blake downstairs, so I went down.

"Hey," Bryce said and I smiled.

"Hi. What are you guys doing?" I asked.

"We're pulling an all-nighter," Blake said. Bryce pet the spot next to him and I sat.

"Why are you being nice?"

"Because Griffin would kill us if we were mean to you," Bryce said.

"I'm used to being bullied. I don't care."

"Well, then I'll be the older brother that's not at all related to you, but will beat up anyone for you."

"I'll be the friend who takes Instagram pics for you," Blake said.

"Okay..." I snicked and leaned onto Bryce two put his arm around me. "Is everyone else asleep?"

"I'm pretty sure. I mean, we only knew that you and Quinton were the only other ones awake."

"Hm."

"Wanna play beer pong?" Bryce asked me.

"I thought you weren't gonna drink."

"Against Blake?"

"I'm not drinking."

"Fine we'll put red bull in the cups then," Bryce shrugged and I agreed. I won out of the three of us and we went outside to hang out by the pool.