"I still can't believe you've never seen this," Quinn giggled, her coffee brown eyes traveled up to Charlie's forest green ones as she extended her legs comfortably on the couch, her head resting comfortably on his lap.

"I've never even heard of it," Charlie chuckled before running his fingers through her silky hair.

"Honestly, I never would've seen it either if Quinn didn't make me," Paloma playfully rolled her eyes and shifted closer to Ava on the opposite couch. "She loves this movie."

Since it was a lazy Saturday afternoon, the quartet couldn't summon a better way to spend their time than to watch Coraline at the Sullivan residence.

"Some of us want to watch this movie in peace, please," Ava pleaded, her glare darting between Paloma and Quinn.

The sisters simply granted the woman an apologetic look and forced their conversation to die down. But, the quiet only lasted for a minute before Quinn spoke up again, this time even louder.

"Oh my God!" she sat up and quickly tucked her long hair behind her ear as she frantically tapped away on her cell phone. "Paloma!" she smiled widely as she spoke.

"What?" the brunette pondered.

"The results are in, I just got the email, check yours!" Quinn grinned.

"What results?" Charlie paused the movie and voiced the question that both he and Ava obtained. They watched in confusion while the girls excitedly scrolled through their devices.

"We did this DNA genetic testing and analysis thing a few weeks ago. We had to spit in a tube and send it in and it basically tells you a lot about your ancestry, health, and a bunch of other crazy stuff," the oldest Sullivan replied.

"Well, what does it say?" Ava leaned forward and read over Paloma's shoulder.

"Well, according to this, I'm more prone to developing late-onset Alzheimer's disease when I get older," Paloma grimaced. "It also says that I have a slow caffeine metabolism, which I don't fully understand, but..." she chuckled lightly. "And I'm part Italian, but I mainly have roots from England. And it says I'm 2.6% neanderthal which is apparently really high."

"Wait, what does that mean?" Charlie furrowed his brow.

"It's people from thousands of years ago that interbred with modern humans. So, even though Neanderthals died a long time ago there are still traces of them in our DNA," Quinn uttered as her chocolate eyes scanned the words on her phone.

"So, does it have your parents and other family members on there too?" Ava inquired.

"Nope," Paloma muttered. "I mean, if we had other family members that took this test then it'd let us know, but considering we don't have any family left..." her voice trailed off. Even though technically their only remaining relative was their uncle Perry, neither Sullivan considered him family.

"Wait," Quinn croaked, her face suddenly contorted. "Mine says that I have a relative on here." She eyed the notification bubble at the bottom of the screen that rested over the term family. "Yours doesn't say that?"

Paloma shook her head, "No."

"Well, click on it," Charlie urged. "See who it is."

Quinn pressed her thumb against the notification, her heart skipped a beat and instantly, it felt like the oxygen that was originally traveling through her lungs was now non-existent.

"Come on, the suspense is killing us," Ava groaned.

Quinn's mouth remained agape, her words caught in her throat as if they were made of a sticky substance.

Paloma cocked her brow at her sister. "What's wrong? Let me see it." She took the phone from the girl and allowed her gaze to dance across the screen. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull once she read the words on the small device and she instantly understood why Quinn couldn't summon the strength to speak.

"Damn it, Paloma, what does it say?" Ava implored as she grew impossibly impatient.

"It...it says..." Paloma stammered. "But, that doesn't make any sense."

"It says that there's a man on there that's related to me," Quinn finally admitted.

"Okay..." Charlie began, "what's wrong with that? Of course you have family that Paloma isn't related to. Aren't you guys half sisters?"

"No!" Paloma quickly responded. "Why'd you think that?"

Charlie shrugged his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just figured since..."

"Since...what?" the brunette demanded.

"I mean, you guys have a huge age gap and that typically happens with half or step-siblings and...you don't look that much alike," he awkwardly cleared his throat once he felt their eyes boring into him. "I don't know."

"Well, according to this test, Charlie's right," Quinn crossed her arms. "It says that that guy is my father."

"What?" Ava piped. "Let me see."

Paloma passed her girlfriend the phone before running her hands through her hair, the wheels turned in her head as she attempted to make sense of everything.

"Woah," the mahogany haired woman gasped, "it says that you share fifty percent of your DNA."

"Can I see?" Charlie said cautiously as he reached for the device. "Well, he has red hair too and...he kinda looks like you."

"No, he doesn't," Paloma spit back. "This a bullshit test anyway, it doesn't mean anything. It's probably a coincidence."

"Paloma," Quinn scoffed. "Come on there's no way that's a coincidence. And look where he lives," she motioned towards her phone, "In our hometown. It can't be a coincidence."

"Well, then, the test is wrong," Paloma raised her voice.

"It's a legit website, chances are...it's not," the girl sighed.

"Look," the brunette started as she rubbed her forehead, "I was there the day you were born and so were mom and dad. Both of them, your parents, our parents. And I'm telling you, that man on that website isn't him."

"And I'm telling you, I heard about this happening a million times, people finding their birth families online or finding out that they were secretly adopted or one of their parents had an affair or something."

"That's not what happened, mom wouldn't do that to dad," Paloma stated adamantly.

"Well, then, what did happen?" Quinn blurted. "I hope that she wouldn't do that but this test is saying something else."

"Okay," Ava intervened quietly. "We don't know anything. Paloma's right, the test could be wrong. It could be. We don't know anything for sure."

"You're right, we don't. So, instead of sitting in the dark, let's get some answers," Quinn suggested.

"How?" Charlie pondered.

"I'm gonna send him a message through his profile," the girl asserted, her eyes still glued to the screen. "Maybe he'll-."

"What? No!" Paloma immediately snatched the phone out of the girl's hand. "You're not messaging him!"

"Why not?" Quinn scoffed. "You don't know anything, I don't know anything, and while mom and dad might've known something, they're dead, so they can't really help us."

"Your point?" the brunette commanded.

Quinn sighed, "My point is, he's probably the only one that can shed some light on this. So, if you could just..." she reached for her phone again, but her short stature prevented her from regaining custody.

"No..." Paloma retorted.

"I wanna know," Quinn admitted. "I just want to see if he knows anything about any of this or if he remembers mom because it's quite obvious that he knew her."

"The test is wrong," the woman promised. "There's nothing to ask him."

Quinn saw her opportunity and swiftly snatched her phone from Paloma before speaking, "Well, let's let him confirm that. I'll let you know what he says."

"No, the last thing I need is for you to start talking to yet another grown ass man online," Paloma hissed. "We don't need another Micheal/Mickey situation." After the words slithered past her lips, she stopped herself and instead cleared her throat. She sighed heavily once she remembered Charlie's presence and averted her gaze away from Quinn whose eyes bored into her.

"That's not what this is," the redhead growled through clenched teeth. She absolutely couldn't believe that Paloma would bring that up again, especially in front of Charlie.

Ava's eyes widened at her girlfriend's assertion and for a minute, no one said anything. But, then, Charlie broke the silence.

"...Um, what?" He turned to Quinn, his thick, dark, prominent eyebrows furrowing in the process. "What is she talking about?"

"Nothing," Quinn immediately shot his question down and prayed that he didn't ask her about it again. "She wasn't talking about anything." She fixed her icy glare on her sister and clenched her teeth.

Charlie studied the girl intensively. "...It doesn't really seem like nothing."

"Look," Paloma intervened. "Don't message him. We don't even know him," she continued, not allowing Quinn to object, "Just promise me you won't."

Quinn rolled her eyes and reluctantly nodded her head.

"Good," Paloma uttered.

The quartet's ears all perked up at the sound of the doorbell that erupted from the front door.

"That must be the pizza." Paloma grabbed her purse and trotted towards the front door, she was infinitely grateful for the sudden distraction.

"I'll come with you." Ava awkwardly squeezed past the teens and followed Paloma out of the increasingly tense room.

Quinn tried to evade Charlie's unrelenting gaze by busying herself with the DVD remote. "I guess we should continue the movie," she forced a chuckle that eventually died in her throat at the feeling of Charlie's hand over hers.

"What was your sister talking about earlier?" he murmured lowly.

The redhead pursed her lips and shook her head, "I told you she wasn't talking about anything." She grimaced at the lack of conviction in her statement, she knew that her boyfriend wasn't going to buy it.

"I know that's what you said, but..." he sighed. "I'm also not stupid. She obviously was referring to something, to someone, some...guy. A man to be more precise. No one else seemed to be confused, just me. It feels like I'm out of the loop, like everyone's in on it except me. What was that about?"

Although Quinn wanted more than anything for Charlie to drop the conversation, she also knew that she'd be lying to herself if she didn't believe that she cared deeply for the sweet boy in front of her and as time went on, it became harder and harder for her to lie to him.

She knew that he didn't deserve that, so, instead, she opted for a sincere response, "I really can't talk about that right now, it's...ugh." She shook her head, "Stupid. And I'm gonna murder my sister for bringing it up."

"Yeah, alright," Charlie grinned before returning to his serious expression. "You don't have to tell me now, but...some other time maybe?" he pondered cautiously. He knew that his girlfriend had a certain way about her, she loved being discrete and while he didn't want to push her too hard or come across as controlling and jealous, he also knew that if their relationship was going to live past a couple of months, there couldn't be secrets between them.

Quinn softly groaned in defeat, "Fine."

Charlie smiled warmly and quickly leaned forward, softly pressing his lips to Quinn's. Both teens reveled in the affection, and although it definitely wasn't their first kiss, they never got tired of it. But, as if on cue, Paloma loudly cleared her throat as she sauntered into the room, "Could you stop feeling up my sister, please? Thanks."

The couple swiftly broke apart and slid to the opposite ends of the couch.

Quinn rubbed her lips and shook her head in annoyance. "What is it?"

Paloma playfully rolled her eyes and giggled at the pink tint that covered each of their cheeks. "The pizza's here."