They were in Riley's 1973 Dodge Charger. Puck's ancient truck had finally given up and he decided to just leave it at school while he cut and spent the day with his old friend. The Charger was Riley's parents. It was the car they died in and Riley spent months putting it back together after the fatal crash. It had been sitting in a garage she had rented in the city for 2 years and when she quit school, fixing it was a good way to keep from being bored.

Now, Puck and Riley were on the way to find a good motel for her to stay in. Lima was a small town and there weren't many options. The two set out to find one that wasn't ridden with cockroaches and cobwebs. Every so often Riley would glance over at Puck and give him a puzzled look.

I cannot believe I'm letting this bipolar bitch back into my life. Why does she have to be so damn awesome? With the way she sings David Bowie songs when she's hungry, and snickers when she's silently judging people, and the way she…

Puck's thoughts were interrupted as Riley finally stopped giving him looks and spoke up. "What the hell happened to you, Noah?"

"What are talking about? Oh, and its Puck now. No one calls me Noah." Puck felt weird saying this to her but it was even more weird having someone call him by his first name.

"Like that! Puck? A nickname? Man, you are the guy that we always used to make fun of! You have a Mohawk, you wear a letterman's jacket and I saw the 3 pairs of panties and bra in your truck when we were back there! You're such a tool! You probably go around telling everyone your 'so badass' and using lines that have something to do with being tired from running through your mind all day long. What happened to the guy who listened to the Stones and snatched cigarettes from people smoking on the street just to throw them away and recite a list of why smoking is so bad for you? By the way, you smell like smoke." Riley was ranting again.

Why can't she just shut up sometimes?! She has no right showing up just to tell me what she thinks is wrong with my life! It's not like she is so fucking perfect! Even though... she kind of is perfect. The perfect girl. Ugh, Snap out of it Puck! You're mad at her, remember?!

"What about you, Riley? You used to have Yale posters and shit plastered all over your walls and now you haven't even finished high school! You were going to be the next big journalism photographer! You were gonna go out and take pictures of all the crazy shit that was happening! 'The next Peter Parker, without the spiders and evil boss.' Isn't that what you used to say? Now, you run a studio for OTHER ARTISTS! What happened to your dreams and being 'the master of your own domain' or whatever the hell you said? Don't come here MY town and tell me what's fucked up in my life! I know what's wrong with me; but, you seem to think that the way you live is okay! Well, that's not the case Riley because whether you like it or not, the way you live is even more fucked up than the way I do!" The only time Riley had ever seen Puck so angry was when Clark had yelled at her to stop being a 'whiny baby' after her parents died. Somewhere in the middle of Puck's fit Riley had pulled the car over.

"You know what, this was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here thinking we could just be friends again. People change and clearly we both are way too different to be near each other. So, I'll take you back to your truck and help you get it started. Then, I'll make my way back to the city and we can forget this ever happened." Riley was so obviously disappointed in Puck and in herself. Puck hated that. He hated seeing her upset. She was normally such an energetic person. And now, with the way he just yelled at her, he was just as bad as Clark.

"No, don't leave. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone all crazy on you. You don't need that right now. We may be a little different but, I can still be here for you. I want to. Stay and we'll make this work." Puck was ready to pull out all the stops to get Riley to stay in Lima.

"Huh, you should be a salesman. That was quite the pitch." Thank God. Riley was back to her lighthearted self again.

"So, I'm guessing you'll stay." A smile had crept its way onto Pucks face.

"Can I still call you Noah?"

"You can call me whatever you want."

"Whatever I want? Hmmm…ok, Cowboy." She was grinning now.

"Except that."

"You said whatever I want!"

"Whatever you want, except for Cowboy."

"Cowgirl?"

"Wha-No!"

"Pussy Galore?"

"Absolutely not!"

"You're no fun. "

"It has to be something manly."

"Oh, like He-man."

"No that makes me sound like someone from The Village People."

"Y-M-C-A!" Riley was singing and doing the movements.

"Something like Butch." Puck suggested.

"No fucking way. Butch is worse than He-man."

"So you admit that He-man sucks."

Riley ignored that last comment. "What about Thor the Lightning God!"

"Ooo, very masculine. But, it's a little long."

"So I'll shorten it. Just Thor." Riley beamed as she announced her brilliant idea.

"A nickname for a nickname?"

"Why not?"

"Hmm, ok Thor it is!" Puck still wasn't entirely sold on the idea but he didn't hate it. "Now we just have to figure out a nickname for you." Puck wiggled his eyebrows and could not suppress the wide smile on his face.

So, the last part was just to lighten the mood. hope you like it! Please r&r! :)