AN: This is chapter two of my story, and thank you if you decided to read chapter two. That's a good thing, right? I have this thing about finishing a story before I publish it, because if I didn't finish it and published it anyway, I'd feel like I was letting everyone down. And myself down.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Quinn and Sam; that's all Glee's.
Happy Camper. Chapter Two: Walks and Hangovers. By TakeAndRun.
Quinn woke up the next morning with her head pounding, and she groaned loudly, lying back down on her sleeping bag. She hated hangovers; she could hardly remember what she had done the night before. There was that blonde boy she had met at the lake; his name was…what was his name again? He had helped her find her way back to her tent, pulling her right passed the roaring teenagers still drinking and laughing and into her sleeping bag where she fell right to sleep. Quinn couldn't even remember what happened to the kid.
The scent of bacon drifted into the private tent, making Quinn pinch her nose and want to gag. Well, she had to get up at some point, because there was no way she was sticking around for the worst breakfast ever. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a navy blue v-neck, and trudged out of her tent. Her friends sat around the two picnic tables, eating bacon and cereal with their heads practically in their bowls. Everyone had too much of a bad headache to talk.
Ignoring them, Quinn walked away from the tents and headed towards the arcade, which she knew sold coffee in the morning. She hoped that boy was alright; Quinn still couldn't remember what had happened to him. The walk to the arcade seemed to be a lot further away the day before, but when she entered into the wooden building, Quinn pressed her hand to her forehead. The chatter and laughter of little children did nothing to help her hangover.
The man selling the coffee at the counter took only one glance at her messy blonde hair, her wrinkled outfit, and her baggy eyes before getting her a cup of coffee. She drank it greedily, sitting at one of the picnic chairs within the arcade, staring intently at her mug, trying to block out all of the voices around her.
"Hey there sunshine!" someone called out to her, and Quinn looked up to see who was calling at her. Her gaze fell upon the blonde boy that had helped her out the night before, and she searched her brain for his name. It would be very rude to ask what his name was.
"Hi." She said awkwardly, as he sat down opposite of her, smiling bravely. She gave him a quick smile back, just to be nice, and then looked back down at her coffee, still trying to think of his name.
"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked her, smiling sweetly. Quinn snorted unattractively, taking another sip of her coffee.
"Like shit." She said lowly, making sure no little kids can hear her. The boy laughed at that, staring at her for a moment before looking away.
"Okay," Quinn said giving up, "This is going to sound totally rude, but I cannot remember your name."
Quinn expected him to be a little pissed at her forgetfulness, but instead, he laughed again, shrugging once.
"It's Sam; I didn't expect you to remember it, since, you know, you were completely drunk." He said, a smile playing on his lips. Quinn nodded, finally remembering when he told her his name. Why couldn't she remember it two seconds ago?
"Right." She said awkwardly, really wanting to apologize, "Sorry about that. I guess I just went a little overboard with the alcohol. I hope I didn't say anything too embarrassing."
Right when she said it, Quinn knew she had said something. She felt her face go as red as the setting sun, and drank some more of her coffee to try to hide it.
"Nothing too bad, just that you thought all your friends thought you were a bitch. And you had your hands all over me." Sam said with a sly smile, making Quinn go even redder.
"Tell me I didn't! I'm so sorry; sometimes I think my mind doesn't have control of my body; it just does as it pleases." She said, trying to seem cute and not an idiot. She didn't know why, but Quinn wanted to show Sam that she was cute and funny.
"Hey, hey; I wasn't complaining!" Sam said, putting his hands up and laughing. It sounded awkward coming out of his mouth, and he immediately regretted the words; Quinn probably though he was some jerk who wanted to feel her up. "Sorry; that was inappropriate to say."
To Sam's astonishment, Quinn laughed; "No, no; it was sweet."
Sam smiled warmly at her, and Quinn genuinely returned it.
"So are you just going to sit here all day looking at your empty cup or are you going to enjoy this wonderful weather?" asked Sam, gesturing to her empty mug. Quinn looked down at her finished coffee with a sigh, feeling like she didn't have enough energy to ever move from this spot.
"I think I might just sit here. My head is pounding too much to do anything else." She said apologetically. Sam nodded, pursing his lips. An awkward silence lasted for about two seconds before a question popped into Quinn's head and she voiced it.
"So what are you doing at this camp ground anyway?" she asked him. Sam looked up at her, a little taken back by her question; no one ever seemed to ask him that.
"I work here during the summer. It's my job to fix the arcade games if they break, collect the coins from the games, all that little stuff that no one else does." He explained, "What about you? What are you doing here?"
Quinn sighed loudly, recalling the loud argument she had with her mom to allow her to go on this camping trip with a bunch of friends. It was so not worth getting half her allowance cut in half.
"A bunch of my friends were coming up, you know, just to have fun and get drunk, and I practically begged my mom to let me go. I wouldn't have come though if I had known I would feel this shitty." She explained, and Sam half smiled, melting a part of Quinn's heart.
"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you drink." He said casually, making Quinn a little pissed. That didn't help her mood.
"Can you say something that'll cheer me up?" she asked him, her bitchy attitude coming to the surface. Sam gave a wide smile, obviously immune to her queen bee style.
"Let's go for a walk; it'll make you feel better." Sam said, standing up and putting his hand out for Quinn to take. Smiling to herself, Quinn murmured an "I doubt it" under her breathe and took Sam's hand. She liked the way her hand felt in his; warm and safe. She almost forgot how much her head was aching.
That was until she walked outside, and the sounds of people swimming in the lake and shouting added to the sounds of the arcade. It was a good thing Sam was keeping her there with her hand, or she probably would have run back to her tent to sleep the day away.
It felt nice to have her hand in Sam's, to be that close to him. Quinn wasn't sure why she felt so satisfied and content being and walking with Sam; it might have had something to do with the fact that people didn't always accept her for who she was, and wanted her to be something else. Sam though, he seemed to accept her for the free living, beautiful, bitchy girl she was. That was new to her; no one had wanted to get to know the real Quinn, they just wanted to know the popular Quinn.
"So how long are you staying here for?" Sam asked after they had walked for a while, enjoying the environment around them.
"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." Quinn told him, something in her stomach sinking at the thought of leaving Sam here. Sam nodded, feeling just as sad about it, showing it on his face.
"Where do you live?" he asked, hoping it was somewhere nearby so he could still see her. It was Quinn's turn to purse her lips, feeling that when she said the place it would only make the distance between them wider.
"Ohio." She said lowly, not wanting to look at Sam's expression. Sam sighed, knowing that it would be practically impossible to keep in contact with Quinn from Massachusetts. They fell into another silence, thinking about Quinn's departure from the camp grounds.
"Well, this is me." Quinn said finally, stopping in front of her tent. The rest of the teenagers seemed to be nowhere; she suspected they had left the camp grounds entirely for the day. Quinn let go of Sam's hand, moving towards her tent, her eyes stuck on Sam.
"Right, well, see you later I guess." Sam said awkwardly, scratching his ear with a slight smile. Quinn tried to smile back, but she was sure it came out more as a grimace. A part of her didn't want to say goodbye at all.
"Sam?" Quinn asked as Sam turned his back on her, and then turned back around curiously when she said his name. He liked the way Quinn said his name; it sounded like music. "Thank you. For everything; you've been really nice to me."
Sam started to blush in the cheeks, and he kicked some of the dirt with his foot nervously.
"It was no problem, Quinn. I'm just glad you're okay, or, well, you will be okay." He said with a smile, looking at the gray around Quinn's eyes and her messy yet perfect hair.
"I will be, but for now I think I'm just going to rest." She said, and with one last nod, smile, and thank you towards Sam, she went into her tent and Sam walked back to the arcade.