By the time Riley and Puck found a decent Motel 6, they were close to dying from hunger. They went to a local diner where they proceeded to stuff their faces. Riley was skinny but DAMN could she pack it in. Puck, being the 17 year old male that he is, wolfed down two burgers, an order of onion rings, and an order of fries.

"Jesus Riley, you're such a pig." Puck said through a mouth full of burger.

"Shut up! You don't even take breaths between bites." Riley retorted, wiping ketchup off her face. She was about to continue bickering with Puck when the waitress came over. She was clearly aggravated with Riley and Puck; but she was rotten even before the pair entered the restaurant. Riley had asked her if she was a really bad singer or a really bad actress. Apparently the waitress had just gotten recast in a Pepsi commercial; hence the callousness. Also, Puck and Riley didn't bother lowering their voices, even when the irked food service personnel shushed them so much that she spit. This resulted in even more teasing from Riley and Puck as her saliva left her mouth. Riley had decided the waitress had a bad attitude so she wasn't letting up on the badgering.

"So Darla – it is Darla right?" Riley was sneering at the waitress who looked like one of those cartoon characters that just had their face smashed in with a frying pan.

"It's Deb." The waitress, whose name was apparently Deb, nodded down at her name tag.

"Oh, sorry Daisy. I just have a question." Riley was about to quote yet another one of her favorite movies. "Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?" She pointed to the cheeseburger in Puck's hand.

"No, and I don't want to know." Deb rolled her eyes and was about to walk away when Puck grabbed her elbow to stop her.

"Let her finish." Puck said to the waitress with a fry hanging out of his mouth.

"Noah, what the hell is your problem? Don't touch her. You want to get arrested? I'm sorry again, Danielle. Anyway, as I was saying: They call it a Royal with cheese!" Riley started laughing but her smile faded when Deb gave her the evil eye.

"I don't think she cares Riles." Puck too was disappointed with Deb's reaction.

"What kind of person doesn't care about the metric system?" Riley glared right back at Deb. The angry waitress had enough and practically threw the bill at Riley. "What are giving this to me for? I'm not paying."

Puck gave the waitress a two dollar tip. "She was a bitch."

"Yeah, come on let's get out of here." As Riley got up to leave, she snuck a ten dollar bill on the table. Deb was walking by and Riley whispered "Thanks for playing along, Diane." Deb was not amused but accepted the generous tip.

It was already 4:00 when they finished eating and harassing Deb the Waitress. Puck had missed glee practice. The thought nagged at him because, truth be told, he liked glee. But, he pushed those thoughts aside. There was no way he actually yearns for glee practice.

"So, what is there to do in the small town of Lima, Ohio?" Riley smiled at Puck.

"Wanna go to the park and judge people based on what they look like?" Puck suggestion what he knew was Riley's favorite pastime.

"You know it!" Riley skipped ahead to the car.

When they got to the park, Riley picked out the perfect bench for people watching. The sky was clear and leaves were blowing all around in the fall wind. The park was quaint. There were trees and benches here and there and a small jungle gym for kids. Puck held onto Riley's hand as they walked over to the bench. Riley gave him one of her signature "What the hell?" looks (not that she was complaining) but Puck only held on tighter.

There was a young man who looked to be about 18 sitting under a tree in a leather jacket. He was reading a thick book and paid no attention to the squirrel playing at his feet.

"Ok, what about him?" Puck nodded to the boy under the tree.

Riley gave the boy a once over. "Well, on Tuesday nights, he reads his poetry at open mike night down at the coffee bean. He spends most of his time contemplating the value of life and if a hearse carrying a corpse can drive in the car pool lane. He has classic, modern suburban parents but prefers to tell a more tragic tale of his life. In other words, he is a compulsive liar who tries to make his life more interesting with dark clothes and emotional writing, a most fascinating subject."

"And that book he's reading: The Joy of Sex. Just for funsies." Puck grinned as he recalled his favorite pastime. "Ok, what about that guy over there." Puck pointed to a good looking man in a business well-fitting business suit. The man looked like an Armani model and Riley raised one eyebrow when she saw the handsome fellow.

"He's a doctor and on weekends he helps out at the soup kitchen. He likes to give back. He works out daily. He listens to The Clash while he cooks delicious meals in his fabulous home. He enjoys a good monster truck rally but isn't afraid to cry during The Notebook. Essentially, He's perfect." Riley grinned at the man and Puck immediately felt a pang of jealousy.

"He sounds gay to me." Puck took Riley out of her fantasies as he said this. She frowned at him and nodded to a girl walking along the sidewalk.

"Ok, what about her?"

"Her? She is crazy. She puts gold stars next to her name, always. She gives long confusing speeches with words that she probably learned from reading the dictionary before bed. She tries to be perfect in everything and most times, she succeeds. She wants to star on Broadway. And even though she dresses like a tight ass school girl, she has her kinky side." Puck had a little smile on his face that immediately told Riley he knew something she didn't.

"No fair. You totally know her." Riley playfully punched Puck in the arm and was surprised at how firm it was.

"Ok first of all, ouch. You hit like the Hulk. And second, yeah I do know her. That's Rachel Berry: more prima donna than Mariah Carey. "