Sorry for the typos I've made in the last chapter. I was kind of sleepy when I was typing it. -.- I've fixed it though. :)

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I lie in bed in the room I share with Mercedes, dreaming of summer to come. I envision palm trees swaying in the breeze. I can almost feel the long, sultry nights, hear the beat of reggae music. I have to pinch myself to make sure it's real, that I'm really going away with Quinn Fabray, that I hadn't invented the whole thing.

Mercedes didn't like the idea. "It's so unfair! You get to do everything."

She's probably wondering why the Quinn Fabray, the biggest deal in the whole school, had invited me to spend the summer. I'm actually wondering the same thing myself.

I try to console Mercedes. "Look at it this way… you can have our room all to yourself for the whole summer. You can have friends stay overnight and everything."

"Can I have your Barbies?"

"Have? No way."

"Use?"

"Use… okay. That's if you promise you'll keep them exactly the way they belong. And Barbie's Dream House is off limits."

"No fair. That's the best!"

"Then no deal."

Mercedes pouts, but gives in, anyway. "Okay. I won't touch Barbie's Dream House."

I'm almost asleep when Lanie whispers, "If you go away, you'll miss your birthday."

"No I won't. I'll just be in a different place."

Q's mom never drove to Albuquerque, even when she's flying somewhere herself, so Quinn rides down with me and my family in the RV, fitted for Kevin's chair. At the airport, I bend down to hug Kevin goodbye when he tells me, "Don't worry. I won't forget you."

"I won't forget you either," I promised.

Once we're on the plane, seated and buckled in, I pull a lunch bag out of my backpack. My mom had packed two bologna sandwiches, several juice cartons, and bags of pretzels and potato chips, as if I were going on a camping trip. I unfold a note scribbled on lined paper.

In case you don't like the airline food. Mother

I'm not sure if I'm going to laugh or cry.

"What's that?" I hear Quinn say.

"A note from my mother."

"She wrote to you already?"

I just nod.

"Brittany loves having summers off from being a mother," Q says proudly. "She's going to France. She'll send a postcard and bring me back something good to wear."

My mom would give anything to go to France.

I feel the plane move, it's probably taxiing down the runway now, picking up speed, faster and faster until I feel myself lift into the air. I close my eyes, say a prayer, and clutch the arms of my seat.

"Wait…" Q says. "Let me guess… this is your first flight."

"Yes, and don't ask, how is it possible in this day and age."

Quinn chuckles and looks at me with her signature sweeter-than-a-thousand-kilograms-of-sugar smile. "You're different. I like that about you."

I like you, too.

As a friend.

I'm not gay.

I'm straight.

Straighter than a ruler.

Straighter than a line.

Straighter than...

I feel Quinn grab my hand. I see her lie back on her seat and close her eyes... and end up staring at her (unconsciously) for a few moments, admiring her beautiful face which looked a million times more beautiful when she looks so peaceful.

...a fucking bendable ruler.