"Goodnight Mercedes," Kurt said over the phone.
"Night Kurt," Mercedes clicked the end button on her cell. It was Sunday night, and the two friends had just finished a very interesting conversation on some topic. (I didn't really feel like thinking of one) Mercedes was always confident around Kurt, like she could be herself with him no matter what. But it was hard to imagine the soprano being anything different. Kurt was like a rock- never changing.
No way was that a good enough metaphor for Kurt. He was like a song- even if someone had butchered the tune, or changed the words, or your worst enemy was singing it, it was your song, and no one could take that away.
Satisfied, Mercedes switched off her lamp, ready to go to bed. Her last thought before falling into a deep sleep was, I'm so glad I can rely on someone like Kurt to be the one factor I can always count on to stay the same.
Mercedes opened her locker with a sigh. Kurt hadn't texted her back all day. Which wasn't totally odd, she knew he had other things to do, but still. She quickly gathered her books, and was about to head to class when the world went dark. Two warm hands covered Mercedes' eyes, and a voice whispered in her ear, "Guess who 'Cede?"
"Dunno. Maybe you should show me girl." Mercedes twisted out of the grasp, and found herself facing a girl she had never seen before. She had soft blond hair that was just verging onto being placed in the 'dirty blond' category. It reached halfway to her elbows. Her eyes were a funky green/hazel combo, and oddly familiar.
"Come on Cedes, stop playing, we're gonna be late!" The girl laughed and whisked Mercedes off to class.
Who the HELL is this girl?