Well hello people of the fanfiction community, person with the obnoxious username here! (...World.) I've been meaning to actually write something for a while now (no, those drabbles I have yet to post do not count...) and my dear friend (epicinsanity101), of re-invent secondary characters in Twilight and receive numerous awards/nominations fame, has decided to co-write with me! GAH. I'm incredibly honored to be writing with the likes of her. We are basically going to churn out a Summer fic. (Hence the title...Bryan Adams is amazing.) Each chapter is going to have two parts, hers and mine. I am writing from the point of view of one Noah Puckerman, and she is dabbling into the mind of Rachel Berry. We hope to update pretty frequently seeing as we have motivation in the forms of one another. (And she'll probably smack me if I don't write...) Please feel free to point out any mistakes/errors we make; we are only human after all. ;) Sorry for such a freakishly long author's note, I promise these long things will be far and few between.
Disclaimer: Sadly we do not own Glee...or Bryan Adams.
Noah (Puck) POV
"Goooooooooo morning Lim-" I slam the snooze button before the damn announcer can even make it past the second syllable of this god-for-saken town's name. I punch my pillow and then move my head around to get a quick glance at the time, 6:30. First period doesn't even start until 7:30 so I have way more than enough time. Besides, its the last fucking day of school who cares if you pull up thirty minutes....or four hours late? I already took all the damn tests. I pull the matching black covers up closer to my head and close my eyes.
"Noah Puckerman!" My mother's voice resonates from where she is probably in the kitchen trying to get our ten year old coffee maker to actually work for once. The darn thing lets grains into your coffee, that shit just ain't kosher. "You get yourself up right now young man!"
I just groan and roll over, shoving my left arm underneath my pillow while my right pulls the black covers completely over my head. I'm about two seconds away from re-joining dream land when my door bangs open.
"Nooooooahhhhhhh!" My little sister's screeching voice breaks through my subconscious. "Mom says you have to get up this minute or she...she'll..." She obviously forgot the threat our mother had instructed her to say so I simply decide to end her stuttering misery.
I pick my head up off the pillow, as if it required great effort, and turn to face the seven year old. "Okay twerp, you can tell mom to fuck off." I then close my eyes and un-ceremoniously flop back down onto the pillow.
"Mom! Noah said a swear!" My sister left the door open as she ran downstairs to tattle on me. Whatever. It's not like it's the first time I swore in front of her.
"Hope you all enjoyed that classic-" I slam the snooze button again and groan in frustration. I can seriously never catch a break. But whatever, this is the last damn time I have to wake up this early for a whole two months. Fuck Yes. I throw the blankets from my head and turn the alarm toggle switch to off.
I head over to my dresser, open the top drawer, and pull out a pair of boxers along with an already matched pair of socks (yeah I fold my socks. Whatever.). I slam the drawer shut again.
My mother sighs from where she is now standing in my doorway. "Noah, you are going to be late."
"Uh, Ma, school doesn't start for like an hour." I turn to face her and try to move to get into the bathroom, but she blocks my way.
"Noah, you have to pick her up at 7." She is shaking her head.
What the hell? "Pick up who?"
Now the look on my mother's face borders on annoyance. "That sweet Rachel girl."
Uhhh, what? "Rachel? As in Berry comma Rachel?" No way in hell would I agree to give crazy a ride, well no way voluntarily.
The look she gives me at the moment could only be described as pure annoyance. "Yes Noah, Rachel as in Berry." She walks towards me with a steely expression in her eyes. "You agreed to drive her last Saturday at temple."
Oh shit. I knew going to temple hungover was going to come and bite me in the ass. Finn and I were just staring to be friends again and I really didn't want to blow him off, so we both had our own little party; the whole baby drama stuff had really messed us up for a while. But when did I?...Aw crap. I think I knew exactly what she was talking about. Mr. and...Mr. Berry had come up to my mother and were chatting, like usual, when then they turned to me and asked if something was all right. I being hungover, and half asleep, simply nodded my head to their un-heard question. Well there we go. Fuck.
"Whatever ma." I sigh.
"Noah Puckerman you will be nice to her!" Her voice starts to increase in volume as she eyes me wearily. "The poor dear's car is at the garage and she has never been on a bus before, so you will be on time to get her."
"Come on woman!" She grits her teeth at me. "Mom, why the hell do I have to get her at 7? That's like freakishly early."
"Well maybe she appreciates punctuality." She turns to leave my room. "Unlike some people."
I just groan as I turn to check the clock. 6:50. Whatever. It's not like I have to be there at exactly-
"Noah! You will be on time or so help me." My mother's threat came wafting up from the kitchen where she is once again probably heading over to wrangle with the defunct coffee maker. She can actually be pretty scary though, so yeah...
"I'm going, Ma!" I wrestle a pair of jeans out of my closet and grab the first t-shirt I find. It's a plain black one, but whatever. I can rock it.
I pull on the outfit insanely fast and head towards the bathroom. The door is shut and locked. Damn sister.
"Open the door!" I pound on the wooden frame and push my head against it in my dire need; dude has gotta pee.
"Nooooo! I'm in here." My little sister's voice comes from behind the closed portal (into my sanctuary!)
"Noah! You only have five minutes to drive all the way over to Russell!" My mother's voice sounds a bit harassed probably due to the fact that our coffee maker is always going to be a piece of shit no matter how hard she tries to fix it, I think we should just get a new one, but whatever. Ma got it as a gift from her dad and apparently he will roll over in his grave if she throws away the effing thing. Whatever.
I really don't want to risk the wrath of my mother any longer so I pound the bathroom door in one last vain attempt and scowl in defeat when the door remains firmly in place. I turn and jog down the stairs and grab my keys from the end-table next to the door. I can just pee at school.
I grab my chucks and try to put them, already tied, on my feet. I sit down on the couch so I can have more leverage in order to yank them on.
"Noah, un-tie your shoes. You are not some hobo, are you?"
Uh, what? First she yells for me to be on time and now she actually wants me to waste time by worrying over the laces? Bitch is nuts. Plus, what the hell do hobos have to do with anything?
"Please promise me you will be nice to her. She is such a sweet girl and, plus, she is Jewish!" I roll my eyes as my mother gets carried away on one of her many 'Rachel is amazing' tangents. I swear, when she said Jewish she looked like she was going to faint from sheer happiness.
"From what I hear, she is a straight 'A' student and-"
I definitely wasn't going to listen to her whole speech, besides I was going to be late; wasn't I? I slam the front door shut while yelling a gruff "Bye!" behind me. A quick glance at my watch shows the time as 6:58. Whatever. There was no way I could possibly be there at exactly 7 now. But who cares? I'm a badass, and badasses are never on time.
Rachel POV
Where is he?
I've been standing on the front porch for a half an hour waiting for that degenerate to pick me up. His mother told him the correct time, didn't she? Only someone with a complete lack of etiquette would choose to be late. Oh who am I kidding? Noah Puckerman wouldn't know etiquette if it hit him over the head with a golf club.
My fathers were worried about me taking the bus to school so they asked Ms. Puckerman if Noah would pick me up. I wanted to say something… tell them that I wasn't a little girl anymore. I could handle riding on a bus. I'm the head liner for New Directions. I am invincible.
Although with school ending soon I'll just be going back to Rachel Berry: Nobody.
I wonder if Mr. Shue would permit me to hold rehearsals over the summer break?
I'm contemplating my options when a rusted old Mustang pulls into the driveway. Noah's behind the wheel honking angrily.
"Get in," he says.
I roll my eyes as I slide into the passenger seat. "Gentlemanly."
Noah eyes me lividly. "Backseat, Berry. I don't want your crazy all over the front seat."
I remain seated, straightening out the creases in my skirt. If he's going to behave like that then I'm just going to go ahead and pretend he's not here. I've had a lot of practice.
"You can't be normal anywhere, can you," he mutters before pealing out of the driveway (quite fast I might add…But I wasn't about to lecture him on the speed limit).
"I am the epitome of normalness," I say trying not to sound bitter. It comes out like that anyway.
"Listen." Noah's hands are gripping the steering wheel. I'm surprised that he doesn't break it in two. "You're gonna keep your mouth shut for the rest of the ride. If we run into anyone I know you duck, understand?"
Absurd. Absolutely ridiculous. I tune out Noah's melodramatics and stare out the window.
"I'm just doing this as a favor to my mom," he keeps saying. I find the entire situation ironic. "After what went down between us I really don't think we should be spending "quality" time with each other."
I press my forehead against the window. Believe me, Noah, I needed a whole batch of brain bleach to forget about our little sordid affair. I flush at the very thought.
Pull yourself together, Berry.
Sorry.
Your very well should be.
"The hell are you doing, Berry?"
I realize I am smacking my head on the window and quickly regain composure. The school is just ahead. Thank you thank you thank you.
Noah parks and I hop out of the car before he can threaten me about not telling anyone about his "charity work". At least I'm a decent investment.
Unlike Quinn.
I really need to stop talking to myself.
Face your inner demons, Berry.
Please shut up. I can't concentrate on making an entrance.
AN: Alright. What do you think? Complete bust? Feel free to tell us! Also, in case you noticed I didn't name the members of Noah's family...I am actually scared of doing that. We talked about it and we're thinking of going with Evelyn for Noah's mother and Sophia for his little sister. What do you guys think? Once again, thanks for reading!