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"Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own."
Quinn Mckenzie lay face down on her bed, her breathing deep and even. There was a gentle snuffling of air through her nose, but gradually as she rose from the nightmare and awareness grabbed hold of the consciousness, it became a wheezing and whining sound interspersed with violent trembling of her body. The tone of her breathing deepened but took on a rasping, scraping, spluttering and ragged tortured noise, shallow and rapid, lips trembling with each outlet of air, the intake fluttering as it struggled to infiltrate her constricted throat and feed the heaving lungs and palpitating heart. With a dropped jaw, buggy eyes, and sweaty palms, Quinn's hot, salty head popped up from the warm pillow in a heart-pounding state of emergency. After a split second of massively intense panic, it suddenly dawned on her.
It was all just a nightmare.
There she lay, face down on her royal blue bed sheets, fully clothed and body reeking; It was a pungent mix of Vodka, Hennessy, Tequila, and pure body odor. She'd attended a party the night before - a wild, yet terrifically enjoyable party - right after basketball practice. She'd only had a couple of drinks, less than usual; the odor had come from many drunk and clumsy teenagers, spilling their drinks all over Quinn's jeans. The spills were accidental, of course. She'd been so drained from partying and playing basketball that upon entering the house at four o'clock, she'd gone straight to bed. Her extremely tight skinny jeans and tank top made sleeping a bit uncomfortable, but not unbearable. When she finally sat up straight in bed, though, she noticed that her once bright and clean white jeans were now covered in stains.
Sun rays beaming in through the window was reflecting off the white walls, making her want to close her eyes again. She'd only gotten a few hours of sleep, but she knew that if she wasn't ready in time for the dress fitting. After a few minutes of absently staring at the wooden floors, Quinn finally stood up, yawning and stretching her arms above her head. Her muscles ached, and her legs were stiff, but she'd somehow made it all the way to her bathroom. She took a ten minute shower, the water slowly warming her body, soothing the ache that clawed at her limbs. The steam from the scorching hot water was thick and filled the air as the Quinn washed her body, hair, and face, slowly starting to come back to life. When she got out of the shower, she decided to blow dry her hair so that she wouldn't have to flat iron it later on. By the time she'd finished her morning routine and gotten dressed, it was nine o'clock, and the pleasant smell of cinnamon and blueberry filled her bedroom.
There were now seven days until the wedding; there were seven days before she'd have to put on a fancy dress and heels, wear makeup, curl her hair, and stand in the same spot for almost twenty minutes. Just thinking about it made her feet throb. She was excited, nonetheless, to see her big sister marry the guy of her dreams. She loved her sister very much, and would go to hell and back to see her happy. Quinn headed downstairs, her cell phone in hand and a smile on her face. She knew that Nancy was cooking up something good, just by the smell. When she got to the kitchen, she saw that her sister, Sophia was already awake. She was conversing with Nancy as she cooked. Quinn took a seat at the kitchen table, letting out one last final yawn.
"Good morning, Soph, Nancy." She tapped her fingernails on the table as she spoke, and let out a chuckle when her stomach let out a loud growl.
"Somethin' smells really good!"
