Second Chapter! Thank you for all who reviewed, or simply looked at this story. Means a lot to me :D I hope this chapter works good. I'm getting more into the characters as I write it and getting more into how they act and how they would think. I hope I'm not making them too OC. If I am, tell me and I'll try to fix it.

~Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming. Of Angels On The Moon. Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon.~

Thriving Ivory- Angels On The Moon

John gazed down at the girl at the bar and frowned. She looked like somebody had just hit her with.. well he wasn't sure quit what. He looked up at her face and his frown deepened at how pale it was. Was she going to pass out? Oh shit...

He turned and looked for his manager, to tell him what to do when a crazy customer came into the shop and he was supposed to be their waiter.

Rashel stared down at her menu with blank eyes, then looked up at John and her head tilted to the side automatically, "You've really changed." She blurted out stupidly.

John visibly winced at that, "What do you mean? Do I know you? Wait... if your from my Economics Class I quit. I didn't fail." He said and held onto his little pad he was to write her order down on tighter.

Rashel shook her head and swallowed hard. She had only a few seconds to make the first impression, and she knew that the first impression always stuck. She could freak out later. Not now.

"No! I think," She gave a pause as she thought, "We must've met in another class." She said and stood up slowly. Oh god... oh god he's here.

"Oh. Probably Math." He said and didn't say anymore. 'Quinn was never good with words.' Rashel thought, "So, what'll it be..." He trailed off and stared at her.

"Oh... Susan. Call me Susan." She said and smiled at him.

John gave her a small smile back and ran his fingers down the front of his shirt, with the cafe symbol on it, "So, what'll it be Susan?"

Rashel stared up at him, seeing as he was taller then she was. 18 years old maybe, or a year younger.

"Actually, I'll come back later. Forgot an errand." She said, and turned to take her leave, casually brushing her hand against the back of his in earnest. She just wanted to feel his skin on hers once more. Even if it was human skin, and not vampire skin like Quinn used to have. Even if the Quinn of now, wearing a silly apron for the cafe, jumped back as if shocked, and stared at her, she just wanted to feel him.

"Right. Okay." He said and turned and walked away, something peculiar about his face. Confusion and a little bit of tenderness.

Rashel took off running out the door the minute nobody was looking. She skidded past the corner and into an alley, staring down at her hands. 'Holy fuck' She thought and looked up at the sky.

Rashel wasn't the praying type. Hell she couldn't really remember the last time she had gotten to her knees and gave thanks to the big man upstairs, but she prayed that day. She prayed in the middle of a dingy alley, where it smelled something foul. She clasped her hands together and whispered words, that never would have left her mouth years ago. She told the lord that she just wanted to be with Quinn again, or be safe. Not even with him, because that's not what mattered. What mattered was the shiny chord now replaced, strung finally to her heart and running into the cafe shop.

When she was done, she got to her feet, brushed her knees off and got her cell phone out, calling somebody who she was starting to seriously think is psychic.

"This is Mary-Lynnette." A voice said through the phone, and Rashel could hear the page of a book being turned in the background.

"Mary. It's Rashel." Rashel blurted out and then got her groundings. "I found him." She continued.

"Found who? Tiggy? I thought he got ran over last week." Mary-Lynnette mumbled.

Rashel narrowed her eyes. Damn cat. "No. John." She said, putting her hand on the wall to keep herself steady.

There was utter silence on the end of the line.. "John.. you mean..." She trailed off.

Rashel nodded, then realized Mary-Lynnette couldn't see her. "Yes. I found.. I found Jo-Quinn. I found Quinn." She breathed out.

All Rashel heard after that was some soft whispering, then a lazy voice who could only be Ash said, "Rashel. John Quinn died eighteen years ago."

It was blunt, and to the point. It also managed to piss Rashel off.

She didn't even answer back, just slammed the phone shut and took a few breaths. She needed to find Zen again. She closed her eyes, and let her feelings spread out through her body and it gave her purpose.

She took off running out of the alley and burst through the cafe doors, getting a few odd looks from people around and an angry grunt of a man she had slammed the door into.

"My bad." She said, quickly and walked to the front counter, looking around, "John?" She called out.

A girl with a crooked name tag reading 'Sabrina, first year of service' came out behind a big machine and smiled at her, "May I help you?"

Rashel nodded quickly and put her palms flat on the counter, "Yes. I'm looking for a man that works here. His names John. Tall, dark hair-"

"Oh yea! John!" Sabrina's cheeks went slightly red, "Nice body? Yep. His shift ended about five minutes ago. Though you might be able to catch him on the twelve and fourth train going downtown."

Rashel nodded, and walked out of the cafe, and waved down a cab. 'Just have to make sure he is okay. That's all.' She thought.

When she arrived at the train station, she got out slowly and ran her fingers through her hair. Then started forward. It took a bit of pushing, shoving, and an odd pinch or two, but she finally managed to push herself to the front of the crowd, her eyes scanning around for a boy with black hair.

He stood out instantly. Not because of the hair, but because of the silver chord, he obviously couldn't see, attaching them. But standing next to him was a girl with deep golden hair, clutching a down brown hand bag in one hand and a cellphone in another. She looked around 16 and 17, with Osiris shoes to match.

"What time do you have to be home?" John asked, looking up at the clock, "Looks like it's gonna be late. Again." He grumbled out and sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Mom said around three. I have to go with her to pick out my prom dress. Your still driving me there aren't you? We gotta pick out your suit too." She rambled, tossing her hair behind her shoulder.

John narrowed his eyes, "Fine. What color is your dress gonna be?" He mumbled and rubbed the front of his chest, by his heart for a minute, then let his hand drop.

During this conversation, Rashel stood stricken behind him. Girlfriend right? Had to be. They're going to prom together. Too late. All these thoughts raced through her mind. They hit and tore at everything good in there, waiting for it to be torn to shreds when she heard those words, 'I love you' being held out by them. She turned and shook her head. She'd wait then. In the wings until the day she could get her Quinn back, and she took her leave. Walking out the door quickly. John turned his head and seen a flash of dark hair by the entrance that got his heart racing, but he didn't see it again and he went back to the conversation with the girl beside him, though Rashel couldn't hear it anymore.

"I'm not sure. I looked at a ruby colored dress online, but Christie said I should go for a light blue because of my hair color." She said and sighed, "I can't decide."

"Here. Let me decide for you. Go over, say 'Enie, Meanie, Minie, Moe' and whichever one your finger lands on, that's the one you get." He grumbled out.

The girl stared at him and shook her head, "You have absolutely no sense of style. Black, black, black that's ALL you wear. I can't believe your my brother." She said and hit him lightly on the arm.

John laughed and rubbed his arm, "Laura I'm not your blood brother. I didn't get your freaky traits." He said, "Though. I believe I might have somebody I want to go to this prom too." He said, his voice being drowned out by the roar of the train pulling up.

~ I got the idea from a very good friend of mine to put quotes at the end of chapters, so thank you Gwen for your wisdom :D~

"And I said who will bring me flowers when it's over, and who will give me comfort when it's cold?"

~Thriving Ivory- Flowers for a ghost

Thank you all very much for reading this. I went through for mistakes, I think I got most of them xD I do try lol. But, I have changed the years since Quinn has died to 18 because if it was 11 years ago it wouldn't make since for how old he is now. I also think I might be making Rashel a bit too dramatic so I will try to work on that.

~Kes :D