~•Quinton Griggs•~ [Imagines + Preferences]

🏢 ~Trapped~ 🏢

"Y/n, c'mon, I'm sorry," Quinton jogged after you as you stormed out of his room.

"No, you don't get to say that to me, apology NOT accepted," you headed down the stairs of the Sway house.

"Y/n, it was one stupid joke, I don't understand why your so upset," he reached for your arm and spun you around to face him.

"Because!" You huffed, "just leave me alone."

You went downstairs and out the door to your car. Wow, he's not even gonna run after me, you shook your head and snorted. Of course not y/n, because life isn't a movie. Things don't always go the way you want them to.

You drove away.

A couple weeks later, you were back at the Sway house, your cousin, Kio, needed your help with a video and honestly, you didn't want Quinton to have the satisfaction of not seeing.

So, there you were, knocking on the door. Josh opened in and welcomed you inside.

"Hey y/n," the moment Josh said your name, you saw Quinton, who was in the middle of making a TikTok, whip his head around and look at you. Your eyes locked. "Kio's upstairs, I'm heading out, so I'll see you later."

"Y-yeah," you tore your eyes away so that you could look at Josh. "See ya Josh."

Rushing up the stairs, you practically ran to Kio's room and shut the door.

"I'm guess you saw Quinton..?" Kio, who was sitting on his bed, looked up.

"Yes," you hissed, "now don't say that too loud."

"I don't know why you can't just let it go, y/n, it really wasn't that big of a deal," Kio shrugged.

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes. The both of you filmed a video for almost two hours until Kio said, "I think I'm gonna go for a swim, wanna come?"

"Yeah sure," you shrugged. He got ready and headed outside while you got dressed. You had on your bathing suit with a white T-shirt over it.

I'm feeling extra today, let me take the elevator, you thought. So even though the elevator was slow af, you decided to get in the elevator.

"Hold the door!" A voice said as the elevator door closed. You stuck out your hand and Quinton slipped in.

"There's stairs you know," you folded your arms and looked in the opposite direction.

"You can't tell me what to do in my own house," he scoffed.

"Whatever," you scoffed. After several agonizing moments, the elevator finally came to a stop. Quinton reached for the door.

"Shit," he mumbled, tugging harder on the door.

"What?" You looked at him in panic.

"It's stuck," he said.

"Move, let me try," you said and attempted to tug the door open. "Oh my goodness, we're stuck."

"HELP!" you screamed. "SOMEBODY HELP!"

"No ones home, y/n all the boys our out except Kio, who probably won't be able to hear us from the pool," he said.

"Well, can you call somebody?" You asked.

"I don't have my phone," he sighed.

"Neither do I," you sighed, leaning against the glass door and sliding to the floor. Quinton did the same.

"So... how've you been?" He asked. You just glared and him and then looked away. ".. okay ignore me then."

After about five minutes, you noticed it started to get really hot.

"Oh my goodness, it's burning in here," you said, ripping off your shirt.

"Woah," Quinton stared at you.

"What? It's not like you've never seen me in a bathing suit before," you blushed slightly.

"Not that one," he stared.

"Stop staring," you shouted, but you were smiling. You shoved him lightly, "perv."

"Shut up," he smiled and then took his shirt off.

"Hey," you said quietly. "Do you remember when we were in Texas and you jumped off the roof with me on your back?"

"You were screaming like there was no tomorrow," he chuckled.

"It was really high up," you pouted.

"Oh, how about that time at Playlist when we got lost and had to call the cops," he laughed.

"Yes! That was hilarious!" You laughed. You both talking for almost an hour before Quinton said, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You looked at him wearily.

"For not running after you. For not calling or texting. For being a crappy friend. And an even crappier boyfriend," he looked down at his hands.

"I'm sorry for freaking out," you looked to the side, too ashamed to look him in the eye. "What you posted wasn't that bad, it's just that when I get close to people, I kinda freak out and push them away. It's like a defense mechanism or something. It's effed up and I hate it. And I'm really sorry."

"I forgive you."

"I forgive you too."

He crawled over to where you were and you put your head on his shoulder.

A few minutes later you heard, "Quinton? Y/n?"

"Kio!" You gasped standing up. "Oh my gosh, thank God! Please get us out of here, we're trapped!"

"And it's really hot!" Quinton added standing up too.

"Hold on, I'll be right back," he dashed away.

"Before he comes back..." Quinton said then bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "I really am sorry. You are totally worth fighting for."

"You're not so bad yourself," you grinned.

"I'm back!" Kio said with a hammer in his hand.

"What are you gonna do with that?" You eyes went wide.

He smirked, "stand back."

Uh oh...