The Running Back

Chapter 13

"Nothing much," Quinn shrugged. "Same old."

Frannie raised an eyebrow in question, a habit which Quinn had picked up. "Really?" she asked skeptically. "What, you don't have a boyfriend yet? Oh wait, my mistake; you don't have a girlfriend yet?" Quinn's eyes fell to the floor. Frannie's own eyes grew wide. "Holy shit. You do have a girlfriend, don't you?" Immediately Quinn covered up her sister's mouth with her hands.

"Shh, not so loud." She carefully removed her hands from her sister's mouth.

"Oh my God," Frannie whispered. "What's her name? What's she look like? Tell me everything. Do you have pictures? Tell me you have pictures. You have to have pictures." Frannie wasn't exactly the most patient person, but that was something that Quinn had gotten used to.

"Her name's Rachel," she told her. "And she's not really my girlfriend yet." "Yet?"

"We've only been out one date so far," Quinn explained. "I really like her but I don't rush into things." Frannie nodded her understanding and then made a gesture for Quinn to continue. "I do have some pictures. She pulled out her phone and opened one up. "That's her," she told Frannie as she handed over her phone.

"Cute. Why's she in a football uniform?"

"Cause she's on the team," Quinn answered in a somewhat confused tone.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm. That's interesting."

"What is?" Quinn asked.

"Nothing," Frannie tried to push the topic aside.

"What is it Frannie?" Quinn insisted.

"It's just... I never expected you to be a bottom," Frannie explained with a cheeky grin.

"I- what?"

"Hey, it's no big deal," Frannie assured as she made gestures with her hands to show that she meant no harm. "It's cool if you're a bottom. Being a top is way overrated anyway."

"I am not a bottom," Quinn told her outright. "Besides we're not even having sex so... I mean I guess I could be a bottom but I'm definitely not." Quinn immediately turned away from Frannie, disappointed in her childish behavior. Sometimes it was almost as though Quinn were the big sister and not Frannie. The fact that Frannie's initial response was to laugh only helped to prove that point.

"Sure sis, you're definitely not a bottom." The sarcasm in her voice was very apparent. "Jeez, sounds like you've got it bad for this girl. Do I hear wedding bells?" she teased. Though her sister couldn't see, Quinn rolled her eyes. Of course she'd marry her first girlfriend because that's exactly how things happen in real life. She let out a scoff. "Oh, come on sis. Talk. You know you want to."

Quinn ground her teeth together. As much as she would have liked to say otherwise Frannie was right. With a sigh she relented. "Okay," she said, turning back towards her sister. Frannie fist pumped with a cry of victory. Again Quinn rolled her eyes. "All right so... Rachel sings. She's part of glee club, and she's amazing. And I know you're wondering but the only reason she joined the football team was because of me."

"What? Why?" Frannie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"She told me she was just trying to impress me," Quinn explained to which Frannie had to hold back a laugh. "Hey, don't laugh. It's not funny. It was actually really sweet." Quinn smiled as she remembered that night. "She's always really sweet actually," she added as an afterthought.

"Aww!"

"Shut up Frannie."

"Sorry," Frannie apologized, tossing her hands up in defense. "Please continue."