Heyy guys!!! an update (kind of) for y'all!! :D Well, this is extremely short. its just a bridge, i guess..

PUCK'S POV!! :D

This is rushed, as usual. idk when i can update again. im gonna try to ASAP.

About of thunderstorms and falling: Im also gonna try to update soon.

Puckleberry ahead... IF IT WAS TOO SOON, PLEASE TELL ME!! Maybe i could revise it or something.. :D just cant help miself... lol

Disclaimer: Do not own anything. at all.


Puck was still kinda pissed that he had to sleep in her sister's room while some girl gets all comfortable in his bed. Well, the idea of a girl on his bed wasn't really that bad… if he was on it with her. (Getting it on and shit). He smirked at the idea.

The girl, what's her name? Rachel? Yeah, Rachel. She was alright. He didn't really have the time to check her out and rate her. He was able, however, to (kinda) feel her up. He's gotta say, she had a rockin' bod, if she wore something that shows off her ass. Okay, he kind of did check her out when they walked in the house. And on the way to his room. She was an eight. Can you blame him? He was red-blooded American boy after all.

"You're early today? You usually wake up until after one. And it's a Sunday." Sarah woke him up from his thoughts (fantasies about chick with fine ass).

"Had to take care of Abby. She woke up, crying." He said absent-mindedly.

"Thank you, honey." Sarah said, with a proud mama look on her face.

He liked it when his mom was proud of him. It made him want to be better or something.

"So, who's the girl?" he threw it in there, nonchalantly. Then he realized that he had to know, because if she was his cousin or some sort of relative, he would probably throw up for thinking about her like that. What if she was his long lost sister? (Fuck. He was going to be sick.)

"Oh, she just got out of the hospital. She had nowhere to go. She just lost her dad in a car accident." Sarah explained sadly.

"So, there is no way we're related, right?"

"Nope, unless you consider the fact that she's Jewish as related, then yes." She sort of brightened up at that.

"So no, right?" He really wanted to know. It bothered him.

"No, why'd you ask?" She inquired, distractedly. She was making breakfast.

"No reason." He let out a breath of relief, and then tried to steal a piece of freshly cooked bacon on the plate beside him, but she slapped his hand away.

He just sighed. "I'm gonna go watch TV."

"Noah, wait!" She called out

"Yeah?" He asked halfway.

"Can you please call Rachel to come down and eat breakfast? She hasn't eaten in days."

"Kay."

"Oh, and check on Abby too. The baby monitor didn't work the other day, and I didn't notice, she was throwing one of her baby fits."

"Yeah, okay." he said, and then he bounded up the stairs.

First, he checked on Abby. He went over to where her crib was, where she was still sleeping peacefully, with her teddy as her pillow. She just looked adorable. (That, he would only say about his sister. Because he was a badass.)

He slowly crept up to his room, and opened the door, to find the other girl on his bed. He went over to her side, and found that she was also asleep. But she didn't look rested at all. Her brows were all scrunched up in the middle of her forehead and her nose was kind of red. He had to admit that she was pretty. Her great ass was just a plus, now he was sure they weren't related, he could think whatever.

He hadn't realized he was staring at her face until her eyes opened slowly, and found his. She appeared to be surprised at first, then her expression turned void and emotionless, and then her eyes started watering. Then tears quietly rolled down her face.

"Uhh... You okay?" He asked carefully.

She just nodded and wiped them with the sleeve of her hoodie, but they just kept coming.

"Are you sure? You want me to call my mom or something?" He asked, kind of freaking out. He didn't like it when girls cry. It reminded him of the time when his dad left. He left his mom sobbing in his arms. She was pregnant at that time. God, he hated that bastard. He turned his attention back to her.

She shook her head, and turned to the side, looking straight at the wall, with tears still pouring down.

He sat down beside her. (Man, what the hell are you doing?)

"I know, that must really suck losing your dad and all, but you still have your mom, right?"

Her shoulders started shaking at that. She shook her head.

"Oh." Bad move, Puckerman! He put hand on her back, and rubbed slowly. He didn't really know why he was still there. "It's alright… shhh… everything's gonna be fine." He thinks it's an impulse thing or something. That was what he did whenever his mom or his sister cried.

She suddenly turned to him, and looked him in the eyes. "Did it hurt this bad?" she asked softly. "When he left?"

"I mean, it's not really the same. You want your dad back, I don't want mine. The bastard left us for some cheap slut. " He said, a little angrily.

"Maybe I should just stop living. That would stop the pain, right?" She said, seriously.

He really didn't know what to say to that. "I.. uhh… No, you really shouldn't."

"I mean, it really hurts so badly." She started sobbing again. "Every time… I breathe… Its… It feels like…. Like torture…. Like dying really… really… sowly… and painfully." She stifled out. "And.. I really… want to… stop the pain… It would… It would be eas… ier for.. you… all… Sarah.. has been… wond… wonderful… I.. I just.. don't want.. to be a… burden to…. You all."

He pulled her into his arms at that. Just hugging her. He didn't exactly know what made him do that, but he just did. He kind of felt for her too.

"I'm… alone…." She cried into his chest. Her hands were gripping his shirt tightly."

"We're here." He said, reassuringly. "My mom is here."

"I'm here."

That made her look up. "But.. you… you don't even.. kno… know me. We.. just met… to.. today." She said, then once again, collapsed against him.

"You're staying here, right? So, I think I'm gonna know you soon enough." He said, while rubbing her back, once again. He seriously didn't have a clue why he's still there. He's really confusing himself.

She calmed down a bit, moments later. "Sarah was right about you." She looked up at him, yet again. "You're a really nice guy, Noah." She said in a really sincere, small voice.

He just smiled at her softly.


So? WAS IT TOO SOON?? if so, please tell me!! Im gonna change it for ya'll! :D

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GOD BLESS!

-Angel