My friend and I decided to work on a new Puckleberry fanfiction! Tell us if you enjoy and want us to continue to write it!

Prologue

"Explain," Mike sighed, glaring at his pissed groomsmen. Noah Puckerman opened his mouth to speak only to be interupted by none other than Rachel, anal control freak, Berry.

"Well, I was merely minding my own business, when this shovanistic pig decided to waist everyones time by talking." She smiled "but never you fear. I Rachel Barbara Berry have got it all under control."

"Seriously," Puck growled "do you even listen to yourself when you say this bullshit." Spinning on her heels, she peered up at the much taller man.

"As a matter fact, I do. Atleast I don't just say whatever dumb thought that pops up in my mind." He laughed.

"Well I feel bad for you, becouse your comebacks suck. You sound like old english teaching hag, hopped up on smarties."

"Smarties?"

"You know that candy. Oh I forgot, prudes don't enjoy anything sweet."

"What does me being a prude have to do with anything?"

"AH-HA!, you do admit to being an old and boring prude afterall!" She practualy roared in frustriation. This guy, whoever he was, had to be the biggest most egotistical bastard on the planet.

"Well, your stupid." His jaw clenched.

"I'm not stupid, you litt-"

"Woah, woah, woah, stop the jew on jew violence." Mike chuckled at his own joke, completely ignoring the blatant stares of the three unamused faces before him.

"Mike honey," Brittany cooed. He wiped the tear from his eye.

"Yeah babe," he said enthusiastically.

"Shut up." He nodded. Disregarding her adorable husband who now looked like a wounded puppy, Brittany centered all her attention on the culprates of this catastrophy.

"This is how its going to go," she spoke like a parent, chastising a pair of disobedient children. "You will not and I mean not do this today. This is my happy reception and I would appretiate it if you two grew up at least enough to make me not want to kill you."

"Yes ma'am."

"Now, behave like good little kids and get along." With that, she left the two to wallow in there own self pity.

It was true, Rachel hated to admit it, but something about the cocky male that reduced her into a twelve year old. How was it possible that someone of his IQ always had something elst to say. He had to have the last word. Almost as bad as she did, which was one of the reasons why she was still standing next to him. Rachel opened her mouth to resolve the situation once and for all, but Puckerman beat her to the punch.

"Why don't we just call it truce for now and get a drink or somthing." She scoffed.

"Wow, you actually are capable of being mature." Hazel eyes burned with a whole knew light.

"I'm trying to be nice and you're insulting me?". Her eye twitched.

"We're not friends. I don't have to be cordule to you and I'm not gonna pretend to be buddy buddy with a person I despise."

"You really are more of a bitch than I even thought." Rachel took a step closer to the seething machanic. He seemed to tower over her, his broad shoulders stiff with anger.

"Your more of an idiot than I thought, but then again, I really shouldn't be that suprised based on you're simplistic vernacular." he rolled his eyes

"If you actually think that a couple of words makes you smart, than you're real ignorant."

"If i'm ignorant, than you're an ass." He clapped, his intire being emminating a condisending aura.

"What stellar vernacular. I'm flabbergasted by the implication of me being a donkey's rump."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Double-u-Oh-Double-u, and I'm the idiot?"

"Why are you even still here, you jerk?"

"I just love giving you hell!"

"Dick!"

"It's huge. Wanna see?"

"You disgust me."

"Love you too babe," He blew her a kiss and grinned as she stormed off in pure rage.

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