After Shirley left, Quinn sat on the couch, thinking. Would it be worth all the trouble of press and the public bothering her all the time, just to date Zac?
She wasn't sure if she loved him - yet. Zac was seemed so perfect for her at the moment, and sometimes she couldn't help herself. She truely didn't want to think of him as The Zac Hanson, rock star, but sometimes it was very hard. People always taking pictures of him and asking him to sign things - it was very strange for Quinn.
She wanted to think of him as plain old Zac - The guy who loved his sweatpants and peanut butter straight from the jar. She smiled at the thought of him. She smiled when she was with him. That had to count for something, right?
"Ready?" He asked, walking into the room.
Quinn looked up and smiled at Zac, who was freshly showered, clad in jeans, boots, and a black leather jacket. She stood up and put on her coat.
"Yeah." She said.
"Then lets go." He said, and they walked out through the back door and to the driveway, where Zac's truck was parked by the street. He went around to open the door for her, but she stopped. She needed to be re-assured.
"Zac." She grabbed his coat sleeve.
"What?" He asked, looking at her.
"Kiss me." She said urgently.
"Here?" He asked.
"Yes, please."
"You don't have to ask me twice." He said grinning. He tucked his hair behind his ears and leaned over to press his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring the feeling.
Zac smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her waist. They broke apart soon after and Quinn lay her head against his chest, still hugging him tightly. Zac hugged her back, just glad to finally be able to hold her.