Hey You Guys! He He! I've always wanted to do one of these! Anyway, whaddaya think so far? Did you like my Buffy reference? Sorry, Sorry, ON WITH THE STORY!


Beck's POV

I got out of my car and stepped onto Quell's driveway. I smiled at the front of her house, more specifically her garage, half of which had been graffiti-ed on. On in particular caught my eye. It was a series of gray-colored, short buildings, and on the one in the middle- the saddest looking one- was a small boy with a paper crown. The picture read Wish I was king...

I walked towards the door, reached the porch and knocked. A woman that I assumed was her mother answered the door. " Can I help you?" The woman's accent was southern, so her I sounded more like Ah. I answered as politely as I could, trying not to think about the difference in generations, "Yes, I'm here to work on a project with Quell." She rolled her eyes,"She's probably in the garage, working on that contraption of hers. Ungodly, I tell you. Go on out there, take the side door.


I did as she said, and found myself before a flight of stairs. Half way through my descent, I heard an "Aunt May, if you don't want to see it, don't come down here." I looked in the direction of the voice.

Quell turned around. She smiled and plucked out her earphones, "Hey. Sorry. I thought you were-"

"Aunt May." I guessed, "So what is this 'ungodly contraption' you're working on?"

She indicated the motorcycle behind her, "It's an-"

"'68 Rapido." I interrupted. She nodded, "Yeah. I've been trying to fix it up. It was my dad's."

I looked at her," I think I may be in love with you. Would it be awkward if we made out? Or, like, got married?"

"Only if I'm not invited to the wedding." a voice from the stairs spoke. It was deep and gruff. Quell smiled, "Gavin."

"Hey, love. I've got a surprise. But if you're busy, I can wait..."

Quell looked at me, "I won't take long, will it, Gav? Because if it won't, just do it here now."

"Kay." He pulled two slips of paper out of his pocket and walked over to Quell. She took them. "Gavin..."

He put his hands up, "I didn't get them. Koenig sent them. Said he wanted to see you before they went back to New York."

"We're going to a Vampire Weekend concert!" Quell squealed.

"You and some other person. you know how I feel about them. Love Ezra. Not his band."

Quell sighed, "Fine." Gavin walked over and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Bye, love."


Gavin was gone, and I turned to Quell, "You know the lead singer of Vampire Weekend?"

Quell nodded, "I was his dance instructor. He wasn't any good."

"Nevertheless, I'm jealous. They rock."

She bit her lip and looked up at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You wanna come?"