Daniel's POV
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* .. *CRACK*
"Ahh .. Rachel's awake." I thought to myself. I didn't even have to wonder what that 'crack' was, because I knew. Straight away.
That crack, was the sound of her mini alarm clock hitting the wall. And at some speed, I might add.
Ray has never been a morning person and I can say that from a lot of experiance. I remeber when she was 13 and I was 15, and it was 11:30am. Everyone was awake and eating pancakes, but Ray was still asleep. I thought I should go wake her as pancake's was her favourite. (and still is, she had around 5 last weekened.)
"Im going to go wake Rach" I said as I rose from the table, and as soon as I said that everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me like I was a crazy person.
"Why would you want to do that?" Dad said, actually looking suprised, for some reason that I didn't know of.
"Because pancakes are her favourite, and I know she likes to sleep, but she'll thank me later when she's stuffing her face with them." I said trying to make a joke, but still everyone look shocked. Well, all except Jack, who looked amused. Dad started to say something but was soon cut off by Jack.
"No, let him go wake Rach up.. It's his funeral" Jack said, laughing at the joke he seemed to have made.
I wearily made my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. As soon as I got to Ray's door, a soft snore could be heared. I entered the room as quietly as I could and went and sat on her bed.
"Rach? .. Come on Rach, get up." I said, softly nudging her. But nothing happened.. But then I had an idea. I knew how I was going to wake her up. I was going to tickle her feet, she hated that. (This was a decision I would live to regret.)
I slowly and quietly made my my way to the bottom of her bed. Then I started tickle her feet.. She didnt move for a couple of seconds, but then a stir could be hear. She arose from laying down to sitting up straight on her bed. When she realised it was me who had tickled her feet she (purposly) kicked me in the face.. Hard...
After that, I had to taken to hospital. When I was there I found out she had broken my nose, I had a black eye and my lip had been split.. All because I felt bad we were eating the pancakes without her... Never again.
When I was being brought home in the car, (Rachel wasn't there.. She was in bed, as soon as she had kicked me, she fell straight back down into her sleeping position and almost immediatly feel asleep again.. why was I not suprised?) I found out why the others were so me waking up Rach.. Dad had been punched in the face, when she was 8 years old.. A couple of months later, Mom had been screamed at, when she had tried to wake up Ray.. literally, screamed. No words, just a big, loud scream. When Ray was 10, Jack woke her up because we wanted to go to the skateboarding didnt ask anyone else because he and Rach were the only ones in our family who were 'badass' (Jack's words, not mine.) enough to know how to skateboard. He went into her room with a megaphone and then sat on her bed and proceeded to shout "GET UP!.." .. She didn't flinch, she didn't shout.. She simply threw him off the bed.. Yes, you heard right. She,(a 10 year old) threw him (a 12 year old, who was a lot bigger than her) off the bed. He had hit his head and went unconcious. He woke up over an hour later after Ray had woken up, saw him on the floor, realised what she had done and threw some freezing water on him.
I hate mornings. ..
Well, it's not really the mornings I hate, it's more the waking up part of it. This morning my alarm clock attempted to test me, so it had to be destroyed. Immediatly.
I got out of bed,had a shower, then decided to get ready straight away.I can't believe I'm saying this but, Pancakes could wait, I needed to perfect what I was wearing for today first. I needed to make a great first impression.
As soon as I got out of the shower, my 'The Overtones' CD was put straight into the CD player. When the first song played, I knew I had to skip to my favouite before listening to it through from the beginning. When it came on I started to sing along.
The Overtones- Gambling Man
I met you once, I loved you twice
That's the way this tale begins
I played my hand, I rolled the dice
Now I'm paying for my sins
I got some bad addiction baby
It's you yeah yeah that's right
And I feel you taking over me
Could luck be a lady in here tonight
My odds are stacked
I've never been a gambling man
I've never had the winning hand
But for you I'd lose it all
My odds are stacked
I've never been a gambling man
I've never had the winning hand
But for you I'd lose it all (Baby I'd lose it all)
Little did I know, Jack and Daniel were standing outside my door listening to me with a proud smile on each of their faces.
I always knew I could sing, and I love to sing. Whether it be Karaoke, to myself when I'm bored, on special occasions and even in the shower. (I thought in the shower, I may be able to get some privacy, but I was sadly mistaken. At least one of my family would stand outside of the door and listen to me .. Creepy, right?)
I never sung to anyone other than my brothers. It's not liked I forced them, either. I never sung to them just for pleasure, it was always to cheer them up. It's like the time when Jack was 7 and his favourite scooter had been stolen. He wouldn't stop crying, until I sung to him that is. I was there to nurse Daniel's first broken heart at the tender age of 14. And sometimes when Daniel can't sleep, I sing to him my own special version of 'Twinkle, twinkle little star' and it seems to work.(Though he made me swear that I wouldn't telll anyone.) I do the same for Jack and it works for him. He also made me swear not to tell anyone, but, come on, who would I admit to that I willingly sing my made up version of 'Twinkle, twinkle little star' to my 18 year old brothers?..
Before I left, I looked over at myself in the mirror and I thought to myself
"I'm looking good if I do say so myself."
My hair is in a simple ponytail, but because of my naturally light, wavy hair, it looked like it had been done professionally and my make-up was very natural, I didn't need a lot. For my outfit, I was wearing a simple, skin-tight black spandex top with matching black shorts (They were Spandex aswell of course, I mean, can you imagine doing the splitz in tight fitted jean shorts?.. I didn't think so.) And then I had my Adidas Black and White High-Tops on.
As soon as I got to Mckinley in my new BMW 1 Series Convertible that I got from my dad on my 16th birthday, I got out, checked for scratches, then locked it once, then to make sure, I locked it again. I know it sounds a bit much, but if anything happened to my baby, I would hunt down the mother fucker who done it and I would torture them Very slowely.. I would even pump them with adrenaline so they would feel and see everything and not just fall unconcious from the pain, that's how much my baby means to me..
(A.N The 'I would pump them with adrenaline' part was taken from the awesome 'Law Abiding Citizen', Im not a crazy serial killer who thinks about these things now and again .. It was to good of a scene to not be quoted ;D..)
As I walked away from my car I got a load of stares and a couple wolf whistles on my way to the field. I was a little suprised with how many guys were there, but then I remember it was cheerleading try outs and boys would do anything to get some.
When I got onto the field, I saw a load of girls in a red and white cheerleading outfits, which I guessed to be the cheerleading uniform for Mckinley.
As I started stretching, out of the corner of my eye I could see three guys sitting on the bleachers, staring right at me, wide eyed and mouths hanging open. I wasn't upset or feel the need to cover up as some girls would because I was used to it. And hey, wouldn't want a piece of this?
They all seemed pretty cute. One was a blonde and .. awww! he had the most adorable blue crystal eyes!. He looked really well built, like he worked out quite a lot, but not as much as Jack, Daniel, Dad and me. Though he did have a big mouth.. I wonder how many balls he could fit in there?
Then I look to the Asian one, who may I say is very cute. He's wearing a football jersey at the moment, but to me he looks more of a dancer. He isn't as well built as the other two, but I bet he has great Abs ..
And then I see the last one. I would say he's hot, but he really reminds me of my Uncle Joey, and that would just be very wrong.. Uncle Joey is bigger than him, though, as is Jack, Daniel and Dad.
Let me tell you a couple of things about Uncle Joey:
1) Though he's not blood-related, (He's uncle Leroy's (My dad's brother) Husband.) he likes to spoil me. Seriously, with what he does for me and what he gets me, you would really think he was my dad.
2) Uncle Joey loves the Gym. It's what he does with his spare time. When him and Uncle Leroy come to visit, all of us except mom and Leroy goes to the gym. Leroy's excuse is that he wants to keep mom company, but we all know he hates the gym. The idea of getting sweaty and smelly freaks him out, even though we've tried to tell him before that there are showers there, he just doesn't like it.
3) Because of his height and muscles, whenever I introduce a boy to him when he and Leroy comes to visit us, He gives him death glares and ask him all these questions that are either impossible or to uncomfortable to answer. And he has the help of Dad, Jack and Daniel, so it's not that hard to scare him and send him running. He's always said to me
"If a boy ever troubles you, you come see Uncle Joey. I'll soon show him some manners." And because he has always lived in Jersey, he has one of those really cool accents that all the 'World-Class' Gangster's have.
Well, back to the point, all these guys are staring me at me and all I do wink back, before getting on with my stretching.
When I'm finished, this bubbly blonde girl with a huge smile runs up to me, and for a second I thought she was going to tackle me.
"Hello, I don't think I've seen you before?, well anyway, My name is Quinn. Quinn Fabray. I'm a junior and before we had to try out again I was captain .. "
All I could do was just watch her mouth move at 100 miles per hour. Then I thought "Wow.. She really is like Barbie on Crack.."
"Hello? .. Are you even listening to me?" .. Oh Shit.. I think I heard a "Why don't you tell me about yourself?" ..
"Umm.. Well my name is Rachel Berry, but most people call me 'Ray' or 'Rach', I'm Jewish.. Umm.. I'm a junior and I've just moved from California because my dad's promotion.." I said slowly, having to think what to say, because I normally don't speak this much to anyone in one go.
"Ohh, that's intresting. What does he do?" She said, genuinely sounding intrested.
"He's a surgeon up at Lima Hospital." I said casually.
She looked at me wide eyed. I didn't see what the big idea was, but she looked truly suprised.
"A surgeon? .. Wow! .. He must be Really smart and stuff!" She said still looking suprised.
"You'd think so with what he does, but really he's a big Goofball" I said laughing at the thought of him being serious for even one minute.
"Ohh.. Awesome, well I think I'm going to introduce you to my friends, Santana and Brittany." She said, pulling me towards a Fiery-looking Latina and another Blonde, who had a 1000 megawatt smile plastered on her face from something the Latina girl was saying.
"Hey guys, this is Rachel Berry, she's just moved from California.. Rachel, this is Santana and this is Brittany" Quinn explained.
"Oh Wow! .. Do they have Ducks there? .." Brittany said, slightly dazed.
"They sure do.. they have all kinds of animals there, actually." I said with a tone of voice you might use with a 10 year old. I wasn't suprised or thought badly of her, because I had a friend in California who was a bit slower than most people. I loved her to pieces though, so I knew exactly how to talk to her and people who was like her.
"Ohh, I love ducks! .. they are so calm and they don't scream like cats do when you hug them.." She squeled in delight, then she jumped into my arms and hugged me.. I was a little suprised at first but then I said
"Yeah.. Ducks are so much better." While Brittany just stared at me with a smile on her face.
The girl I knew to be called Santana and Quinn truly suprised. I guess whenever Brittany said things like that people looked at her like she was stupid, or said something horrible to her.. Man, I hated it when people dont that to Kirsty at my old school. That's what caused me to kick most people's ass and get susspended a lot. But I never got in trouble for it at home, If anything my parents rewarded me for sticking up for Kirsty. She was like a little sister to me and a second daughter for my parents. They adored her.
"Well, you just passed the test I was going to put you through, well done." Said Santana, putting out her hand for me to shake. I shook it then Quinn said something to Santana quietly about the guys on the bleachers.
As I looked, two more guys had joined them. The Asian one had just hit the blonde one in the face? .. and now he was pointing at me?. Well anyway, I decided to check out the other two. One was adorable. He was really tall and he looked a little goofy, which is what I loved in a guy. As soon as he saw Quinn looking at him, he bowed his head in embarrasment with a blush rising on his cheeks.. Something is so going on there..
As I looked to the other one, I felt my eyes widen at the sight. He was.. beautiful, to say the least. He had heart-melting Hazel eyes, with gorgeous olive skin. He had a Mowhawk, which would put some people off, but not me. If anything, it made me more into him!. He had rippling muscles, which were begging to burst out of his tight, white shirt.. Ohh Man.. He was like a dream!.
He was looking at me in the same way and at that moment I prayed to God he didn't have a Girlfriend. I was staring, fascinated, and so was he. The girls seemed to have noticed because I started hearing girly giggles coming from Brittany and Quinn while Santana was smirking.
"That's Puck. It seems he likes you .. and you dont seem Sickened by the sight of him, either." Santana said, still with that smirk stuck on her face.
"Puck? .. That's his name?.." I said, breaking away from staring at 'Puck' to look at Santana .. Either, that's just a nickname or he has some really cool parents.
"No, that's just what everyone calls him, his real name is Noah, Noah Puckerman."
"Noah? .. Is he Jewish?" I said wondering. Noah is a typical Jewish name, if he was, at least that was one thing we had in common already.
"I don't know.. Why don't we go ask him?" She said and before I could say anything, she was dragging me in his direction.
Now, I'm not one to get embarrased. Seriously, if I was short handed for a date which was the same day, I would gladly find a hot stranger and ask them. More times than 1, they would say yes. But now, I was embarrased. I could feel the blush rising onto my cheecks as I tried pulling away, But Satan (get it?) had a hell of a strong grip.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of him.
The perfect stranger ...
(A.N HAHA! I feel so evil for leaving it here, but everything that has been updated, I have just dont this morning, and like Rachel, I hate Mornings! :), So please Review with some ideas for what I could do next!)