Zac barely heard the phone ring as he intently watched the cartoons that were playing on the screen before him. He was at home, about three days before Christmas, sitting in front of the TV on the couch, shoulder to shoulder with Quinn.
"Hello?" He asked, not even taking his eyes off the Jetsons.
"Zac? Where have you been?!?!"
"Monica?" Zac squeaked out. Quinn jerked her head to the side at hearing Zac's girlfriend's name.
"Yes, Monica. I've been trying and trying to call you." She said, apparent that she was not happy.
"I've been...." He glanced over at Quinn, who was trying to stifle her giggles with a couch pillow. "....busy." He choked out.
"Well I miss you." She said. "And I wanted to call you for the past week and a half, yet you haven't been home!"
"Sorry." he said.
"Can we do something tonight?" She asked.
"Um....I already have plans." He lied.
"How about tomorrow?"
"Mon, I'm pretty much booked until after Christmas."
"Oh....okay."
"I'll call you then."
"Okay, but Zac, I really want to see you."
" I'll see you after Christmas." Zac replied. "Bye."
"Bye." He hung up the phone and burried his face in a couch pillow.
"Oh gooooood." He mumbled.
Quinn burst out laughing. "You are soooooooooo in trouble. You do know that, don't you?"
Zac nodded. "Um, yeah."
"Why do you keep stringing her on?" She asked.
Zac shrugged. "It's easier than dumping her."
Quinn giggled. "No it isn't. Just dump her and then you never half to worrry about her again." She said.
"It's not that easy."
"Why?"
"It just isn't."
"God Zac. Do you think that maybe someday I could have you as whipped as she does?" Quinn said, grinning.
"No." Zac muttered. I don't think I could get any more whipped that this....
"Just dump her. It would be so much easier."
"I guess." He said, shrugging.
"And then you could be done with her." Quinn said. "Simple as that."
Zac looked over at her and grinned. "Why are you so eager for me to dump her? Something I don't know?" He asked.
Quinn gave him a questioning look. "No." She insisted. "Nothing."
"Okay." Zac said, turning his attention back to the TV. He slumped down on the couch more, tucking his sweat clad legs underneath him. Quinn turned the oppisite way on the couch, stuck a pillow against Zac's side, and lay down with her head on the pillow. As he sat there on the couch, with Quinn on that Saturday morning in December, one word came to Zac's mind; Happy.