Author's Note: I ended up having an epic roleplay on omegle, and there was a brief conversation about Miley Cyrus that I brought up because I love Miley Cyrus, and it led me to start to write this.
Date Created: 8/20/2011
Miley Cyrus
"You can't be serious…"
"I am quite serious, Quinn."
"We've been dating for like ever and I am just finding out about this now?"
"I'm sorry you aren't more observant. But this is something you just have to live with, like I live with your Star Wars, Indiana Jones, and Lord of the Rings obsessions. I don't even see the problem…"
"First off, you cannot compare The Big Three [the big three being the three franchises Quinn worships] with your own obsessions. Second, you enjoy them almost as much as me."
"I don't see why I cannot. And that's beside the point Quinn…I could very well live without them. And half the reason I enjoy Indiana Jones is because of the whip."
"Why do you like her? She's such a…fake skank."
Rachel did a 180 degree turn, from the Miley Cyrus CD she was staring at on her table to Quinn, who was sitting on her bed. Rachel's eyes were filled with hurt and her mouth hung open: Quinn's words had left her absolutely speechless.
"I think you should leave." Rachel said upon finally gaining the ability to speak.
"But"
"Quinn. I understand you do not enjoy her music but that is no reason to call her a fake skank. On top of that I shocked that you are so insensitive…I expected the old Quinn to say something like that but not the Quinn I love. Please leave before I start to cry." Rachel took long strides to the door before opening it for Quinn.
Quinn slowly made her way to the door. Her head was dropped and she was kicking herself mentally. "Can I have a kiss?" she stood in front of Rachel, her hand taking the brunette's.
Rachel lifted Quinn's hand to her mouth and pressed her lips to the back of it. "We'll be okay. I just need some time to cool down. Come over tomorrow. We'll watch a movie. Mkay?"
"Not Hannah Montana: The Movie I hope." Quinn joked.
Rachel dropped Quinn's hand and literally pushed her out. "It'll be your pick," Rachel said coldly to Quinn's face. She slammed the door shut and started to cry.
