Summary: Quinn and Rachel hang out and go on a date.
Santana Lopez. Now that was a face Quinn hadn't expected to see in such a small place like Lima. Nor had the company she kept been anything she expected. As she turned to look over her shoulder, Rachel, approached her smiling brightly. She had to take pride in her teeth because Quinn knew for a fact that she'd never seen a smile so bright or beautiful before, Including her own.
Teeth weren't the only thing beautiful when it came to this girl though. She certainly rocked the punk look: tight pants, leather jacket, long brown hair with blue highlights trending a faux undercut swept to one side. She got a better look when Rachel turned to her friends again—as Santana shoved that Puck kid away from her— and she could see the French braid behind one ear, stretching all the way down her hairline and tucked underneath waves of hair.
Rachel was indeed rocking her look. There was a harsh line of Spanish from Santana that Rachel answered before Santana waved goodbye, pulling Puck by the back of his shirt and, the way more polite, Brody followed them.
They were weird Quinn thought. What would people think if they saw her? Sure she had an image to keep up with at school, being head cheerleader and all. But if anyone saw her, despite the fact all of her friends, aside from Brittany were away for the summer, well she'd be a laughing stock. People like Rachel were way down her list of social mingling and all.
But that was the thing. She wasn't head cheerleader this summer. She wasn't even Quinn Fabray this summer. She was Lucy Fabray, a photographer. Who the hell says she couldn't be friends with this girl? The odds of seeing her again after today were—
"Where are we meeting your friends?" Rachel's voice startled her. She hadn't realized she was staring. She tore her gaze away and looked around, at anything other then the brunette, and made a face. Were they early? She looked down at her watch, no in fact she was a little later then she should have been. Arching one of her brows she reached into her back pocket for her phone and slid it open, frowning more when there was no text about a time change, or that anyone would be late. That was weird, where was everyone?
"I thought I was here but I don't–"
"Graah!" A voice suddenly roared.
Quinn spun in time to see someone running towards her and then her legs were swept out from under her and she felt a pair of arms scoop her up easily. She couldn't tell who it was, but she squealed. She literally squealed.
"Ha ha ha!" the voice cackled, exaggeratedly evil. "You're too late! I've won!"
"You won't get away with this Tetsuma! Naruto Uzumaki is here to say the day! Believe it!" A second voice shouted.
Oh God. What she thought was happening was happening. She could have died at that moment. Quinn covered her face.
Quinn peeked through her fingers to see one of her friends, dressed as the aforementioned character, standing on the branch of one of the park's trees. The orange and black jumpsuit was painfully conspicuous, even with the shadows from the leaves, and they twirled what looked like an oversized arrowhead in their hand.
The only reason she knew who the character was, was because she'd been forced to watch nearly every episode of the anime before her friends allowed her to take photos. And now, she'd somehow been pulled into their little fight scene as a sacrifice.
"You cannot stop me!" Tetsuma shouted. He grabbed Quinn's camera and continued, "With this—"
"My camera?"
"—power orb and this unsullied sacrifice, I shall have all the power I need to unleash my forbidden Jutsu!" He raised her camera as though it were a rare item he'd spent his entire life searching for. "And If you so happen to strike me down I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine!"
"No way is that a line anywhere in that anime, and if you break my camera I'll kill you…" Quinn murmured.
"Shush! Don't ruin the scene." he hissed quietly and then he threw his right arm out, there was an intricate design drawn from the back of his hand which swirled all the way back toward his elbow. Quinn wondered what effects she'd add to it later.
'Naruto' leapt from the tree, a little sloppily, and ran forward when he got his bearings. He did his little hand movements and shouted, "Shadow clone jutsu!" and from behind the same tree he jumped from, three more people dressed as he was—one of them with darker skin— rushed forward with their arms thrown behind their backs.
They caught up to the first 'Naruto' and began fighting her...captor who swung her back and forth, but never loosened his grip so that she threatened to fly away. One of the Naruto's cut in front of them, swinging his flattened hand downward in a chopping motion and she felt herself being raised right into its path, her body instinctively tensing for the hit. Not that she was in any real danger. It was all stage fighting. Most of her friends were actors, or aspiring actors and no matter how ridiculously dressed they were, they knew how to pull off a scene.
Quinn was pulled out of the way.
It was like a game of tag and dodgeball. The first of 'Naruto's' clones lunged and Tetsuma, who Quinn was pretty sure was Brandon Price, laughed dramatically. He staged a powerful punch to his back. The boy playing the clone threw himself forward, rather convincingly and didn't move. Brandon took down the other two clones in a similar manner and they hurried away from the area, looking slightly disappointed.
With them gone that left one Naruto, or rather Cory Diggle, on his hands and knees panting dramatically.
"Oh my god." Rachel said. Her voice seemed to split through the haze of play. Her 'Oh my god' was followed with a 'Dude? What?' She stared and her mouth slowly split into a wide grin.
Here it comes… Quinn expected laughter, then the name calling, and then the embarrassment and the hurt that would no doubt come from her friends.
"No way, this is epic."
Quinn however was not expecting that kind of response.
"You're into cosplay?" said Rachel. She honestly looked excited.
Brandon set her down and asked, "New friend of yours, Lucy?" He stared at Rachel, just as confused as the rest of Quinn's friends about this new stranger who had entered their fold.
"Something like that." she told him. She smiled reassuringly before she turned to answer Rachel."I like to photograph them. It's weird, but it's the closest I can get to something," Lucy shrugged, "otherworldly."
Rachel shook her head. "I don't think it's weird," she smiled. "You know what? I like anime and cosplay has always been a thing I admire. Santana likes it too." Rachel said, stepping around one of the Naruto doubles. "What the hell was that anyway?" she asked.
"LARPing." One of the doubles said.
"LARPing? Is that like… contagious?" Rachel grinned over at Quinn.
"It's Live Action Roleplaying," She rolled her eyes.
"It helps improve acting." Another voice added. A girl named Amber stepped forward. She was slightly taller than Rachel and dressed as Taki, a ninja extraordinaire from the Soulcalibur series. Quinn had only played the games a few times, but she'd liked them. And Amber was the perfect role for the character.
"Acting?" Rachel looked even more intrigued.
"Yes," Amber answered. "I know it probably looks weird or nerdy, but if you can commit to any part you're given, then you're on your way toward being a true actress. Plus it gives us a chance to learn stage fighting, and benefits several other roles for theatre, acting, directing, and even visual effects in editing. Hi, I'm Amber." Amber reached her hand out, not missing a beat with her sudden introduction. Rachel shook it and Amber looked at Quinn, "Wanna start with the solo shots first?"
Quinn nodded. "Sounds good. Where did you guys set up? And how many sets are we doing?"
Amber pointed. "Our stuff is over there. We didn't completely set up yet since we were waiting for you and the video club decided to get some recordings of the LARP. Aside from that, I was thinking we could do like, twelve singles, before we change costumes." Quinn nodded, looking back towards Rachel as they moved towards the far park tables.
The set up didn't take long, especially after Rachel surprisingly offered to and Quinn moved several of the tables together so that they could lay their equipment down and then set up lights in the shade. By the time they'd finished setting up a few more cosplayers had shown up, including one of Quinn's camera-women, Candice, who was dressed in a Black Rock shooter outfit and Quinn wondered how comfortable she was in the boots she wore.
"So who's that girl with the brown hair? She's kind of cute." Candice asked about half an hour after they'd finished setting up and began photoshooting Amber first.
"Yeah, who's your new friend, Luce?" Amber asked, leaning casually against a tree. She propped one leg up with the opposite arm resting behind her head.
"Hold that pose, it's perfect," Quinn crouched in front of her and took a couple of quick shots from the front while Candice took from the sides. After she was done, Quinn looked over her shoulder. Rachel was in awe of one of her male models, Cameron, who was cosplaying as a dragon or something with fake wings. "Oh that's just Rachel."
"Oh that's just Rachel," Amber mimicked just a tone higher than Quinn's voice. "A gorgeous girl and one obviously new to town, and that's all you have to say?" She snorted and changed her pose to something more of a battle stance with a fake dagger.
"What else am I supposed to say? I just met her today." She took a picture and shook her head, the lighting was terrible, "Here, stand on this side of the tree, less sun glare," she said.
"Did you ask her out?" Amber moved to the other side of the tree and lowered herself into a low crouch and added, "How's this?"
Quinn took the shot with a thumbs up.
"Hang on a second," Candice said, "I need a better lens." Quinn took one last picture before she stood back and waited.
"Well?" Amber waved her hand, waiting for her to answer.
"No I didn't ask her out. I just met her, you weirdo." Before Amber could say anything else, like Quinn knew she was going to, she moved towards the tables where Rachel was watching the cosplayers interact with a lazy smile on her face.
Quinn watched her for a moment and then said, "You look bored."
Rachel met her gaze and smiled. "I assure you I'm not." she looked down at the spare lenses laid out and delicately took one into her hands. "I always wanted to try photography, but I could never afford the cameras of the best quality of photo taking."
"You don't need an expensive one to be a photographer," Quinn carefully took the lens, which was much smaller and longer than the one she was using, and swapped it out.
"I still don't think I have the talent."
Quinn took a step back before she took a picture of Rachel. She looked up and Quinn blushed. Talk about breathtaking. "Do you want to try?"
Rachel arched her brows and a look of eagerness slowly spread across her face. "You'll teach me?"
"Of course," She removed her camera from around her neck and held it out with both hands. "Just… please be careful." Rachel nodded and carefully held the equipment. She looked through the lens for a moment, hesitated and finally Quinn heard the distinctive click and rolled her eyes. "Don't you need my permission first?" she sneered.
Rachel snorted. "Can I buy the photo when you've finished with it?"
"I… uh.. if you want to?" Quinn mumbled, hoping to god that she didn't sound as nervous as she suddenly felt. She turned quickly.
"So uh, Candice how about some shots together?" Amber said cheerfully.
Quinn looked over at both girls, who were standing together, watching her. Amber was grinning and Candice was watching then through the lens of her camera. Quinn said, "Rachel's going to take a couple of pictures, actually, so let's continue with the singles for now okay? Do you mind, Candice?"
"Nope, I'm all set." Candice smiled. She set her stuff down on the park benches.
"Thanks," Quinn smiled back. "I'll do the final shots so don't worry."
"Are you saying I might take bad pictures? How rude." Rachel teased.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." Quinn said playfully. Rachel rolled her eyes before she stepped closer and took the camera again. "Okay, so—" she went on explaining to Rachel how to use her camera. What functions did what. Which settings were best for the lighting. How to focus and defeat unwanted glare. Rachel only needed to be told once before she seemed to understand. When Quinn felt she was ready, she left the brunette to begin her amuture sets.
"Why didn't you?" Amber asked. Quinn looked at her confused and as she opened her mouth to answer, Amber added, "ask her out."
It was always the same topic with Amber. For whatever reason the other girl seemed to have made it her mission to snoop into Quinn's dating life. "I don't know her and I have–"
"A boyfriend." Amber snorted. "Yeah so I've heard. And I also know he hasn't even called or seen you once since vacation started."
"Finn can do anything he wants. I'm not his babysitter."
"Quinn, you've been boring all summer vacation and it's literally the last day before the weekend. You know how everyone's going to be busy getting ready for monday. If you're going to be Lucy, then Finn doesn't exist and you don't get to be all pressed and in the closet. This is literally your last chance to do something crazy. Something you'd never do as Quinn Fabray. You need to get wild! I mean when was the last time you–"
"Amber…" Quinn looked up at her. "I… I'm not…" she shook her head and looked over at Rachel, who was crouched down and angling her camera up a little too high. She was laughing though, smiling so wide Quinn was pretty sure it was reflecting the sun.
She was very, very beautiful. Quinn sighed.
"What if she's not… you know, " her voice hushed, "gay?"
"No harm in flirting and finding out." Amber nudged her again. "You have to at least kiss her before you part ways this evening. Lucy would." And just like that she left Quinn's side. Left her alone with words to float around her head as she watched them.
Amber did have a point. She was Lucy not Quinn. Quinn was gorgeous, with beautiful long blond hair. She had popular friends, rich parents, an okay looking, but perfectly loving boyfriend that she kind of liked kissing. A boyfriend whom she hadn't seen or ever heard from in weeks… But that was Quinn's problem.
Lucy was different and not only in the sense that she wanted to be with other girls, or the fact her hair was more pink than it was blonde. Lucy was kinder than Quinn. She didn't have to pretend with her friends, who were lovable nerds and had found some way to accept her, even knowing who she was and what she was like at school. They knew her, really knew her. And Lucy had wanted to come out of hiding. At least for a little while.
Quinn nodded, from that moment on. She was not going to let Quinn Fabray hold her back. She was going to be Lucy Fabray. The part of her only the cosplayers and Brittany knew about. The girl she used to be.
She grabbed another camera from their equipment table and waved Cameron over. She looked at him for a moment and frowned. He looked amazing with the wings and all, but these tended to be a little more tricky. Really how the hell did he make this thing? So freaking amazing— or at least, as Brittany once said, epically epic of epicness. She shook her head and smiled.
Cameron was an amazing model though, so there was that going for them. He always seemed to have a sense of how he needed to be for the perfect shot and worked around it. They'd moved toward the center of the park and he adopted a pose that she guessed was related to the beginning of some attack or, a finishing pose of an attack. Well, no. Maybe it was some kind of landing pose? His head was up and he was snarling, one hand was on the ground. He revealed sharp teeth and she hoped, to whatever god there was, that he hadn't done some silly dental procedure just for the animal look.
Worth it for the picture? Yes. But for the rest of his life? Hell. No.
"What are you supposed to be anyways?" Rachel said. She'd finished with her sets and migrated over to them.
"Natsu Dragneel, dragon slayer at your service." Cameron grinned. "Well, my version at least. Cool right?"
"Definitely. You just need your very own Gray Fullbuster an–"
"You know anime?" Cameron's grin widened. "I like this chick, Lucy."
Quinn rolled her eyes as Rachel lifted one of Cameron's fake wings.
"Costume design?" Rachel asked him.
"Yep, I got a talent for it."
"I'll say, dude…" Rachel looked over at Quinn. "Have you seen this?"
"I have. Cameron this is Rachel. Rachel, Cameron," Quinn introduced them and gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I totally forgot about you if i'm being honest."
"It's fine, I think I'm done anyway." Rachel smiled. Quinn smiled back and held her hand out for the camera. When Rachel handed it to her, the brunette moved around to Quinn's side and looked over her shoulder as she went through the pictures. They were all too close, or angled way to sloppily. There were even a few where Rachel's fingertips were in the way of the shot.
Quinn snorted. "These are terrible." she said. Rachel frowned.
"I told you I didn't have the talent."
Quinn laughed. "But they're great."
"You just said they were terrible. Now they're great?"
"They're great because they're amateurish… raw and sloppy. Real you know? She looked over at Rachel. "I'm happy to keep them."
Rachel grinned. "I already like you, Lucy. Praise will get you nowhere else."
Quinn smiled and a moment passed before she realized how close their faces were and blushed. She cleared her throat and turned back towards Cameron. "Alright, flame for brains," she rolled her eyes at the way he was smirking. "Singles first then doubles." Quinn stepped backwards, rose her camera and said, "How's about a mighty roar?"
Cameron grinned and did exactly that.
After that, it was routine for Quinn. She was quiet when she worked, falling in and out of conversation with each new cosplayer. Before she knew it an hour had gone by and Amber called a break and Cameron left after that. He returned a little while later, normally dressed with drinks and food. Quinn only ate a little bit of fruit, but that left her alone with Rachel to chat. She learned that Rachel had a younger sister, who was somewhat of a spoiled brat. Quinn could relate easily. Her older sister, Frannie had always been the center of their parents' attentions, and she was just small, innocent Lucy. Her father had built an image of her, one that she had adopted to, followed, and kept up with until her father's transfer. Of course, after that Lucy didn't exist anymore and Quinn was created.
She didn't tell Rachel any of that though.
When a little more time passed, about an hour or so more, they resumed their photoshoots. There were several times when she looked up and found Rachel, watching her, helping one of her friends in or out of a costume, or trying to join in on the LARPing. At one point Rachel had taken off her jacket and revealed a short sleeved top that was just a little bit tighter than it should have been. It clung to her very shape and she was sweating a little, but she looked comfortable. Quinn felt her eyes drawn as Candice dodged around Jeffrey Clarke and leapt into Rachel's arms. The way Rachel cradled her protectively, her muscles were... Damn…
"I think you're drooling, Q." Amber cackled. Quinn's camera was suddenly yanked from her hands and she gasped. "Your turn. I have the perfect outfit for you." Amber was grinning.
"I don't dress up, you know that. I just take the pictures." Quinn lunged. Amber, being surprisingly springy in her shoes, leapt out of her reach and spun around her.
"If you break my camera I will end yo–" she just happened to look up as she turned and nearly stumbled.
Alphard… Quinn thought.
Well Rachel was being dressed as her: a black tube top, a dark purple trench coat, and black pants to match the top. Most of Rachel's midriff was exposed and holy mother of pearl, how did someone get their stomach to look that amazing? It was flat, and sculpted perfect! And she knew perfect, she was a Sue Sylvester Cheerleader.
She blinked.
If Rachel was Alphard… That must have meant— she slowly turned her gaze towards Amber who was at Candice's side with another girl named Sarah. Each one had part of an outfit held up: a sleeveless red shirt, tan khaki pants and a pair of combat boots.
"Rachel is dressing up." Candice said.
"So you totally have to. Besides you're the only one who'll be able to pull this off." Amber told her and who was she to refuse?
So she didn't.
She strode over and ripped the outfit from their hands before marching into the bathroom. Locking the door as she changed.
She was barely out of her shirt, when she looked up into the mirror and saw the real Quinn,all blonde and oddly, dressed in her cheerleader was losing her mind.
'Are you going to at least check?' the real Quinn asked.
"Check what?" Lucy Quinn questioned back.
'Well, we wanted to come and erase the number after that weirdo texted us, remember?' Oh. They did didn't they? Quinn looked over her shoulder, putting on the top of her cosplay outfit before she slipped into the bathroom stall and was, well… Surprised to find that it wasn't there. No. Instead it was blacken out. Did the person who texted her do that?
'Ask them…' real Quinn ordered. Even when she wasn't being that Quinn she was still so… ugh. She pulled her phone out and began texting the last night:
'Did u erase my # wen u txt'ed me earlier?' she sent.
She set her phone down, and finished dressing while she waited for the reply. She looked in the mirror when she finished and had to admit that she actually looked kind of good in it. It fit her perfectly.
Almost too perfectly. She'd have to talk to Amber about that later.
Her phone buzzed a moment later: 'Why? Are you in the bathroom now? I assume that you must be if you're asking. Then you must have seen it. Therefore you know the answer.'
What was with the riddles? Quinn scoffed, but replied all the same. 'I c… wel thxs.' She put her phone away when she finished, did one last check in the mirror before she turned and left the bathroom.
Amber whistled and Quinn couldn't fight the blush. She didn't want to.
"You look amazing." Rachel said. She'd been reading a Canaan comic, but the moment Amber whistled her she'd looked up and a look settled on her face that Quinn couldn't quite place.
"Alright, Rachel come stand over here and crouch down. Yeah like that." Amber posed her down on her toes with a prop gun. Then she turned her attention to Quinn, having her take a similar pose at Rachel's back with her hands drawn lower to the ground. Rachel kept one arm up while Amber had them both look at her with a cocky look.
Rachel did it with perfect ease. Quinn? Not so much. Not that it was her fault, she was only a photographer and didn't normally get involved in cosplaying.
"You guys look, hot." Amber said," She took a couple of pictures then had them pose more threatening to one another: Quinn with a fake knife to her throat while she pressed her gun to Rachel's stomach. Rachel looked smug and Quinn tried to look angry the best she could; which was easy. Given she was used to being 'angry' at the 'losers' she associated with at school.
Amber took the pictures from their front. Candice took to the side, having them shift closer together.
Their next pose, Rachel laid on her back with Quinn on top of her, pinning both of Rachel's wrist up above her head with one of her hands, while the other pressed a knife just under Rachel's throat. "Sorry…" she mumbled. How was it that Amber always managed to turn things in her favor? "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," Rachel nodded, then shook her head. "No, wait ow. Move your leg over a little. Sorry I have a bruise and you're pressing against it pretty hard."
"Oh sorry..." Quinn whispered moving accordingly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just, rolled off my bike a while back, parts of me are still bruised." Rachel said, giving half a smirk when Amber told her too.
"Who rides a bike these days?" Quinn snorted.
"Me." Rachel grinned. "I'm weird like that." she wiggled her brows.
Quinn laughed, struggling to keep the glare like Amber had instructed her to.
The last photo ended with Quinn back to Rachel's front: Rachel with both arms around her, one around her stomach and the other around her chest with her gun pressed under her jaw. Then she did something that Quinn wasn't expecting. Rachel placed her mouth against her neck.
Quinn gasped and leaped away as if the touch burned her. "What are you doing?" she asked quickly.
Rachel looked amused. "Sorry, Amber told me to do it for the shot. She said you wouldn't mind."
"I-I don't– wait what?" Quinn turned, throwing her best Quinn Fabray, glare at the grinning girl. "I know what you're doing. Stop it." Quinn hissed, she marched over towards the Camera tables.
"I don't know what you're talking about. There's nothing wrong with doing a few… bolder sets." Amber grinned. She picked up a simple digital camera and pressed it into Quinn's hand. She winked and walked away. "Alright my precious losers, it's time to get risky and sexy!"
Scowling, Quinn shook her head and followed the other girl towards the gathering cosplayers.
Three hours later, Quinn said goodbye to her models, thanking each of them for their time. She had to say... it was fun. She wasn't really used to participating, but she was glad she had. Rachel helped her load her car of her equipment and when she finished they said goodbye to nearly everyone except Amber who hung around, probably waiting for a ride home. They lived across from each other, she and Quinn but aside from these summers meeting, Quinn had never offered Amber a ride anywhere. But then again, she was Lucy not the bitch Quinn.
"Thank you, Lucy." Rachel said to her.
"For what?" she asked.
"I had a wonderful time with you this afternoon. More than I've had since my visit. I only wish the night didn't have to end so soon…"
Quinn smiled sadly. "You make it sound like you're going to be gone or something." She said softly. That was a possibility though. The summer was almost over and Rachel was only visiting. It seemed to bother her more than she'd anticipated it would. She didn't want the night to end either.
"Vacation is almost over." Rachel said. "I wish we'd met sooner. I'm certain I would have enjoyed your company very much."
"Me too." Quinn said. The words were out of her mouth before she even realized it and she felt the heat of Amber's grin at her back.
Rachel smiled and looked at her watch. "It's not too late to go get something to eat you know."
"I guess so," She leaned against the back of her car and looked at her watch. It was nearly Nine o'clock. How time flies she thought, and again she wasn't ready for this to end. She was having fun with Rachel. More fun than she'd had all summer apparently. "I'd like to, but I have to take Amber home.
"I can be very patient, Lucy, I don't mind waiting." Rachel smiled.
"I'm not really in the mood for Breadstixs."
Rachel nodded. "No I totally understand. I'm not either really. We can get a burger or something."
A burger? When was the last time she had one of those? With Coach Sylvester's diet? It must have been a little under two years. Well that and the fact she's only lived here for two years. But it sounded delicious nevertheless. Quinn nodded.
"Great!" Rachel was beaming again and just looking at her made Quinn smile. She pushed away from her car and turned to open the door. "I'll follow you there?" Rachel asked as she jogged away.
Quinn felt her brows furrow. Why couldn't they go together? She wondered. She got her answer as she turned. The breath went out of her in fact.
"Oh my god." Amber gasped.
Rachel was wheeling over a motorcycle. There was a helmet placed on the front handlebars. Quinn had seen it earlier when she'd arrived and took several pictures of it. It was a beautiful machine and she found herself daydreaming about the guy who must have owned it. Turned out that, that guy was a girl and that girl was Rachel. She must have been staring because Rachel smiled and reached back for another helmet kept in a back compartment or something. She held the better of the two out for her.
"This is your bike?" Both Quinn's whimpered. "The one you fell off of?"
Rachel nodded. "Yeah, some asshat pulled out infront of me, it wasn't bad and there wasn't any damage to my bike. But I'm a responsible driver." Rachel said quietly.
"I would hope so, but I still need to take Amber home." Quinn swallowed thickly. Why was it so hard to breathe suddenly?
"I'll take your car home and then walk. Go on!" Amber hissed.
That was all it seemed to take. Quinn shut the car door, tossed her keys at Amber and before she knew it she was climbing on the back of Rachel's bike. Was it safe to say she had a thing for motorcycles? She put on the helmet, tight and snug and wrapped her arms around Rachel. She pressed close.
Rachel put on the spare, less attractive helmet. "Hang on tight." she said. Quinn did. Rachel revved the engine twice, and they were off at a speed she knew was well above the speeding limit.
Chapter 2 a little sooner then I meant to have it up. Was going to post it Sunday, but it's finished and just sitting here and I thought: "Meh... why not?"
Also. I do not know the first thing about Text Speaking. Whaaaat? I'm 26 and I don't know about Texting talk? Psshhaw. Yes it's true. I don't know it and i don't use it other then, Lol or Gtfo in joking and wtf. But that's about it. I don't like it. So I left the job up to some friends so I hope it's not bad.
I hope you guys enjoyed this. I tried to make it more fun. I watched something like this happen actually, with some nerdy loveable friends of mine and I was like I'm so going to write about this. Thus the scene was created. It was actually pretty fun to attend and get involved with. Went on forever though, but again it was fun and I didn't know that this was a thing out here where I live and was so happy that I was dragged along! Writing the scene It could have been better, but it is what it is. I'm sorry for any errors, grammar and puncuation wise. I tried to catch them all.