Michaela Boot should be much too smart for this. (perfectionist) wrote in backway,
Sighing, Cho sat down next to him. "Would it help if they were your trophies?"
Quinn shrugged, reaching an arm out to wrap around her waist and laying his head on her shoulder. She smelled good, comforting, familiar - and it put him at ease quicker than the stars and fresh air ever could. "Maybe. But they're not. They're all for kids who make the school look good."
"I'll give you a boyfriend trophy," she said, relaxing against him. "As long as you try to make me look good. So, what's wrong?"
He was quiet, his fingers moving through her hair as they sat there. "How do you get your parents to love you?" he finally asked, making an effort not to look at her when he asked. If it was Richie, he'd be called a girl at that moment. But this was Cho. She wouldn't laugh.
The air outside was cold and she shivered against him, wrapping her own arms around him and squeezing him tight. "They just do, and they love you, too."
"But how do I get my parents to love me?" he clarified, pulling her closer to him. "Even when I didn't try to make them mad, they still didn't like me."
She kissed his cheek. "I don't know. I think they should love you now. That's what parents do."