Just a little fic that sounded fun to write. Title from a song by Jason Mraz and Rachael Yamagata.
Pairings: Quartie, eventual Samcedes and (probably) Brittana.
Quinn, Artie, Third-Party Male, Third-Party Female.
Friday 7 Jun (11:17 pm)
Thanks again for the card. Worst. Birthday. Ever.
(11:19)
….Who's this?
(11:20)
…Artie. Tee?
(11:25)
Sorry, wrong number.
(11:27)
Gah, my bad. New phone, my best friend wrote her number down on a napkin and the ink was smudged. Musta' misread a few numbers. =P
(11:28)
Oh, it happens. No problem.
(11:58)
Happy Birthday, by the way.
(12:07)
This is the wrong number from earlier, right?
(12:07)
Mhm. Just figured you could use one last birthday wish on your "worst birthday ever".
(12:09)
Well mission accomplished. Thanks! Means a lot coming from a total stranger. I could be some murderer and you're still wishing me a happy birthday. ;)
(12:12)
Oh, now you've got me paranoid! Are you a murderer? Maybe you should delete my number. You might track me down.
(12:13)
You're the one who knows my name. =P All I've got is a phone number and the fact that you're a good person.
(12:14)
Oh, right, Artie. I forgot that. Artie, Artie, Artie. Kinda rolls off the tongue.
(12:19)
Well that's just not fair.
(12:20)
What, you want my name?
(12:23)
It's only fair.
(12:24)
Not if you're a murderer.
(12:25)
Would a murderer's best friends throw him a surprise birthday party?
(12:29)
A party that apparently didn't go very well.
(12:32)
At least tell me if you're a boy or a girl.
(12:33)
Tell me why your birthday party was the "worst ever".
(12:34)
All that for your gender? Alright.
(12:37)
Well, I woke up today and I wasn't twenty-two anymore, I was twenty-three. There's a start. My family couldn't make it out here, and when Tee (my best friend) threw me that surprise party, I kinda…had an asthma attack right there in the living room. Full-on breathing into a paper bag for fifteen minutes, ended up in the hospital. And then Tee brought me a card before I got released, which was why I texted you.
(12:43)
…Happy?
(12:50)
Yo.
(1:00)
So this is what you do? You take pathetic stories from poor birthday boys and don't tell them anything after they've poured their heart out to you, stranger?
(1:01)
I'm a girl. And that really stinks, I'm sorry.
(1:03)
And I'm even sorrier for laughing for a good ten minutes.
(1:07)
…Wooooooow…Cold, girl. Cold. I think I deserve a name just for that.
(1:10)
Goodnight, Artie.
(1:12)
Tease!
(1:14)
Sweet dreams. Happy birthday again.
Saturday 8 Jun (12:29 pm)
A-L or L-Z?
(12:34)
Excuse me?
(12:35)
Your name.
(12:36)
You don't give up, Artie.
(12:37)
Well you made my shitty birthday (sorry) a little better. C'mon, girl! Let me give you a proper thank you.
(12:39)
L-Z. Guess.
(12:39)
L?
(12:39)
Nope.
(12:40)
M?
(12:40)
Nope.
(12:40)
N?
(12:40)
Nuh-uh.
(12:40)
O?
(12:40)
Nope.
(12:42)
P? Q? R? S? T? U? V?
(12:44)
Yep.
(12:45)
Haha, very funny.
(12:45)
Q.
(12:50)
…..Oh.
(12:51)
Okay, yeah, I'm stumped.
(12:52)
Well that sucks for you, then.
(12:57)
Okay! Um. Quill?
(12:59)
In what world have you met anyone named Quill?
(1:00)
Queenie? Quinn?
(1:04)
Hello?
(1:05)
One of those was right, wasn't it?
(1:10)
WASN'T IT, QUINN?
(1:15)
Okay, fine. You got me. Hi, Artie, I'm Quinn.
(1:19)
Well, thank you, Quinn, for giving me a nice little surprise on my really terrible birthday.
(1:21)
You're welcome.
(1:23)
Really. I mean it.
(1:24)
I don't doubt that for a second.
(1:25)
Thanks again.
(1:26)
No problem.
(1:27)
….Bye.
(1:28)
…..Bye.
Sat 15 Jun (8:01 pm)
So I just opened up a fortune cookie. It told me I'd "get to know someone better" today.
(8:04)
So the mysterious Quinn wants to get to know me?
(8:05)
No. I mean, I don't *want* to, I just…Okay, you caught me. I wanted an excuse to talk to you again. You seem intriguing.
(8:07)
Me? Intriguing? That's…a laugh.
(8:10)
Only intriguing people have asthma attacks at their birthday parties.
(8:12)
You mean "weird" people. "Nerdy" people. You said it yourself- you laughed for ten minutes straight.
(8:14)
Not because you're a nerd, but because it's funny!
(8:20)
Artie, talk to me.
(8:21)
About…?
(8:23)
About you. Who are you, what do you like to do, etc.
(8:25)
This conversation is turning very one-sided very quickly.
(8:27)
Ugggghhhhh.
(8:30)
You can't be mysterious forever, Q.
(8:33)
….."Q"?
(8:35)
I give people nicknames, if you haven't noticed. Tee is really Tina.
(8:36)
I got you to tell me something about you. ;)
(8:37)
Sneaky. Well now it's your turn.
(8:39)
Okay, well….I'm also twenty-three. And I live in LA, too.
(8:41)
?!
(8:41)
How'd you know I live in LA?
(8:44)
818 area code! Calm down! You were the one joking about being a murderer that night.
(8:48)
You *were* joking, right?
(8:50)
Of course. =P I've only killed flies in my lifetime.
(8:52)
Aw. That's actually really sweet.
(8:56)
Oh, no, I'm like the Sweeney Todd of flies. You don't even know.
(8:59)
You know theatre? Or are you just one of those Tim Burton worshipers?
(9:02)
While my love for Burton is nothing to joke about, I do know theatre. I'm actually looking to become a director. Films and stage.
(9:15)
Still there?
(9:30)
Yeah. I'm just a little weirded out.
(9:31)
What, you don't like directors?
(9:35)
I'm actually an actress…Aspiring.
(9:41)
Small world!
(9:45)
Talk about coincidences. I mean, I'm 23, you're 23. We both live in LA and are into Film and Stage.
(9:47)
You'd think the fates are casting agents.
(9:50)
Well, I have to go. Karaoke nights with my roommates.
(9:56)
All I'm picturing is a group of 3-4 girls in pajamas jumping around and singing Spice Girls off-key. For some reason my mind is seeing one blonde, three brunettes.
(10:00)
Surprisingly accurate. Except 1) not all of us are off-key, and 2) try two blondes, two brunettes.
(10:02)
Hm, evenly balanced. Which one are you?
(10:05)
Goodnight, Artie. ;)
(10:07)
I asked you a question!
(10:17)
Yo, I'll tell you what I want what I really really want.
(10:19)
So tell me what you want what you really really want.
(10:30)
You can't stay a mystery forever, Quinn.
(10:45)
Goodnight.