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Day 3

Day three was kind of amazing. I didn't think you could get any better because I thought I knew everything about you already but when three words graced your lips, I'd never been prouder. "Let's skip school".

You said it like it was a perfectly normal occurrence like you skipped school every day and didn't stress about your attendance record. You were slowly becoming a badass and I've never been happier.

I jumped at the chance because school is for suckers but I had to make sure you were being serious and that you understood what you were doing. I thought, just for a second, that you were being possessed – like that stuff that happens in Supernatural.

"Are you sure?" I asked you slowly, as if you were stupid or something, each word pronounced perfectly. It sounded weird coming from me, but I was freaked out over your sudden mind change. You looked at me as if I was crazy and had just asked you the most bizarre question ever but you still looked hot to me (especially with those knee socks and that short, short, skirt).

You nodded before you started giggling. When your face was red, I started laughing too. I wasn't used to this Rachel but I definitely liked her.

"Ok... Where do you want to go?" I asked. Skipping school was normal for me, but I would usually just go sleep somewhere, or buy a slushy and dip and sit in the park. I never had company unless we were pulling some sort of prank or beating someone up and then it became a mission, not a casual day out.

"Anywhere, let's just drive and see where we end up. I don't want to make any plans. I want to be spontaneous" It was certainly spontaneous alright, but I agreed because spending a day with a hot chick is always better than a day in school.

I made sure no one was watching as we walked out of the doors, but I don't think she really cared. She just strolled to the car like we weren't doing anything wrong, as if she always left school first thing in the morning.

I always say that I like her but I never act on it. I never claim her as my hot Jewish girlfriend. Maybe it's cowardly but I don't want to lose her. Normal girls go crazy for the Puckster but Rachel didn't seem to fall for the crap every other girl did which made it hard for me to read her. I don't know if she wants me or if she just thinks of me as a friend. If this was any other girl, I'd already be out of the door, but Berry grows on you until you can't just walk away.

"Hello? Are you going to drive? Or do you want someone to see us or something?" Rachel pulled me out of my trance like form (okay it was a daydream, but trance sounds more badass).

I shake my head as if it will shake all the thoughts away and I start the engine. We drive down the road and I'm not even thinking of where I'm going to go. Wherever the wheel takes me will do just fine; I don't want to make plans if she doesn't. I keep an eye on the signs though, just so we can get back.

"Are we going to go back for glee club?" I ask her, trying to figure out a time limit. We can't go too far if we have to be back by half past three.

She shakes her head and my mouth almost hits the ground. Rachel Berry doesn't want to go to glee? Something is seriously possessing her.

"I want to spend the entire day away from everything, just with you. Glee will survive without me for one day".

I don't say anything but I don't think Glee will survive without her, even for one day. Berry is Glee, but I love that she's leaving the losers to fend for themselves. I can practically see it – dance routines all over the place, the singing would sound terrible and without me, it would look like an ugly mess because honestly, I'm a stud and Rachel's ridiculously hot and her voice is amazing. Without us, it would just look like a group of dorks and ugly losers trying to sing and dance. I wish I had asked Chang to video tape it so I could watch it back later.

So, now that I know that we don't have to be back by a certain time, I can just drive. She's in charge of the music and she sings along to every song. Puck would have killed her but she's bringing out the softer side of me, so I just sing along and laugh and clap and cheer. Most of the time I don't know the songs (she has a strange taste in music) but I'm happy to just listen to her because she has the voice of an angel.

"Stop" she almost yells, stopping in the middle of the song. My immediate reaction is to brake as fast as I can, causing us to lurch forwards in our seats. If it weren't for the seatbelts, we would be out of the windscreen and lying on the bonnet of the car.

I turn to look at her in a panic. "What's the matter?" I ask my breathing slightly heavy.

"Ice cream" she smiles, her tone normal as if nothing had just happened and I didn't pull a dangerous emergency stop just for freaking ice cream. Is she kidding? I thought she was freaking dying. But I go along with it because she rarely eats ice-cream because of the impact dairy has on her vocal cords, so she must have a pretty strong craving.

We jump out of the car and head for the ice cream shop. She orders plain vanilla, vegan ice cream, made with artificial milk. I didn't even know they did that, but apparently, there's more than one person in the world that sticks to the same diet as Berry. I want to stay in the shop to eat our ice-cream (if ice-cream got onto my seats, it'd be impossible to get out). She wants to get back on the road though and she's looking at me with those puppy dog eyes, so it's back into the car for us. I drive with one hand, the other holding my ice cream cone and I feel like I'm twelve again. I haven't enjoyed ice cream so much in years but I know it's because she's laughing and smiling and it's infectious.

We drive for another few miles before we come to a huge lake surrounded by trees. It looks really beautiful and kind of magical but I don't say that out loud because that's a completely girly thing to say. "Let's go" she smiles at me, opening her door and getting out.

We walk slowly towards the lake like we have all the time in the world. And when we get there, we just sit on a bench that looks like it was put there just for us. Its right where we want to sit and we sit there for what seems like hours in silence, and it feels kind of perfect. We don't need words to say how we feel, because we know that the other person is feeling exactly the same. It's peaceful and it's calming and it feels really good.

I stop whatever I'm thinking about when Rachel stands up and takes off her jacket. She doesn't stop there... she removes her skirt and I feel a little uneasy to say the least. She's smoking hot and she needs to put those clothes back on or there's going to be problems.

"Em Rach?" I ask. I don't know how to actually ask the full question, but I think she gets what I mean.

"Swimming" she smiles and it's honestly like someone has taken over her body. She seems like a normal teenager and she's never been normal; she's always been unique and that's what I like about her.

"Are you sure? I mean you don't have a bathing suit or anything"

"I have underwear on" she laughs "Come on live a little"

She's kind of perfect. This is the best thing to do (aside from skinny dipping) and I don't know why I didn't think of it. Except, if I had suggested it, Rachel would have thought I was a complete freak and got more than a little scared but because it was her idea, I have a reason to take my clothes off around her.

So I do the same as her. I remove my clothes until I'm standing there just in my boxers and it feels awkward at first but it passes because Berry is (for now) my best friend and I know she doesn't have any ulterior motives so I try and smother mine.

We walk to the water together and she takes hold of my hand. She looks at me as we count to three, hold our breath and leap into the water. It's not as cold as I expected but it's not as warm as I would have liked.

The giggling that is coming from Rachel is the best noise I've heard all day. She just sounds so happy, like nothing can ruin her day and like she has no problems. Like her life is perfect.

When she jumps on my back, I pretend to fall over (girl weighs like 12 pounds, there's no way she could push me under). I almost stop breathing, not from the fact that I was under water, but from being so close to the hottest girl ever and not being able to do anything about it.

When I got back up, she splashed away at the sight of my "evil glare". She didn't swim very far, still laughing when I caught her and pushed her under the water.

It was like we were boyfriend and girlfriend with her flirty, carefree attitude and the smile she was constantly wearing. And just spending an hour with her in the water made me realize that maybe there was still hope for me. She would be my girlfriend one day.

It was one of the best days I had ever had.