"So, what do you need again?" Puck asked as he parked at the side of the road from a large, obviously expensive, mansion sized house.
"My camera. I've got a photography project due, and if I'm gonna pass, I need my camera."
"And why can't you just knock on the door and wait for your parents to answer, so you can get it yourself?" Puck asked as he and Quinn climbed out of the car.
"Are you kidding me? I basically moved out, my mom hates me. She won't let me in unless I agree to move back permanently, and there's no way in hell that's gonna happen." Quinn lead Puck up the front path.
"Ok. So, what am I doing here?"
"I need you to distract my mom at the front door. She'll have to turn off the alarm to answer the door, I'll sneak in through the back door, sneak upstairs, grab my camera and run back out before she sees." Quinn informed him as they reached the front door and as she pressed the doorbell.
"Look, I'm sure there's an easier way than breaking into your own house at one o'clock in th-"
"Oh, she's coming," Quinn squealed, as the hallway light turned on. "Make it convincing." Quinn tapped Puck's shoulder, before running off to the back gate.
"Quinn!" Puck hissed, totally unprepared for what he had to say. Before he had time to think, the door opened and revealed someone who looked more like a statue than a man. His $1200 robe and $750 slippers simply oozed his wealth, while Puck felt more and more poor by the second. The man's photoshopped face looked airbrushed, and it was obvious he had more than his fair share of Botox. He raised his perfectly plucked eyebrow and tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for Puck to give a reason for waking him from his slumber.
"Uh, uhm, Hello Sir." Puck started shakily, feeling totally out of sorts simply being in this man's presence. The way Quinn's father looked at him made Puck feel worthless, and he hadn't even said a word. "I was wondering if you could direct me to the nearest… uhm… petstore." Puck sighed inside, feeling humiliated by his shocking excuse.
"Look kid, I don't know what you're playing at, but I think you should get off my property before I call the cops." He said coldly.
"Your property?" Puck replied, remembering what Quinn had told him about her father.
"What are you insinuating?"
"Nothing sir, I-"
"Good." He interrupted. "Now I think you should take your trampy clothes, and $5 haircut and get off my doorstep before I beat you senseless right now." His tone turned to anger, and his threat was real. Puck was normally quick to jump to fights, but something told him that this guy was trouble. Puck was about to turn and leave, before he saw Quinn running downstairs, holding her camera, looking scared at the sight of her father.
"Wait!" Puck said, before Quinn's father was about to turn around and see his daughter standing behind him.
"What?"
"Oh, uh, nothing, just wanted to look at your robe from the front, it's… nice. Where, uh, where'd you get it?" Puck said quickly, totally unsure of ways to buy Quinn time.
"Oh, so you're gay? Another reason for you to get the hell outta my face right now. And believe me, you'd have to rob about ten banks and sell everything you own just to afford the button on this. Now, don't make me tell you again." The man clenched his old, wrinkly fists, prompting Puck to walk backwards, holding his hands in front of him. Her father slammed the door shut, and Puck waited quietly while the light turned off.
"Puck," Quinn hissed from afar. Puck followed the sound to the side of the house, where a high gate separated the two.
"It's jammed!" She hissed, as she pulled and he pushed.
"Hold on," He muttered as he stepped backwards. Giving Quinn only seconds of warning, (of which she fortunately moved out of the way) Puck charged with his shoulder, unjamming the lock, and nearly falling on the floor. Quinn burst out laughing, prompting Puck's laughter, before the light at the side of the house turned on. Quinn's eyes grew wide, and without hesitation, grabbed Puck's hand and ran round the corner into the back yard. She looked from side to side, trying to find somewhere to disguise them. The perfectly mown lawn had no-where to hide them, so she carried on running, still holding his hand, and led him to the trampoline in the corner of the large yard. She slid through the net, and then proceeded to help him clumber in. She fell on her back, then pulled him down with her. They lack on their backs, motionless, not even daring to breath. After several seconds, the lights turned off and Quinn and Puck burst out into laughter.
"Your dad's a delight!" Puck said, in between laughter.
"Sorry, I really didn't expect him to answer..."
"It's ok, i'm just gonna need some new underwear," Quinn laughed, as she knew how scary he could be. "Yeah, seems a wonderful guy."
"Sure is."
The two were still lying on their backs, gazing up at the stars. After their fit of laughter, they simply lay there.
"Thankyou." She whispered.
"No problem." He whispered back. He paused for several seconds. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Since you made cupcakes and broke into my house for me, why not."
"Do you like me?" She kept on staring at the sky, even though he turned on his side to look at her. She was caught off guard, and wasn't sure of what to say, "You're just sending me these mixed signals, and I, I just don't wanna be played, y'know."
"You think you're gonna get played?" She asked, with a slight laugh.
"Why's that funny?"
"Because… well, wouldn't you consider yourself a heartbreaker?"
"Actually no."
"Oh c'mon, you're a bartender. You probably get a different girl every night."
"And that's why you don't like me?"
"I never said that. But, it's one of the reasons I don't want to like you."
"Well, just so you know, I'm not that kind of guy. I used to be, but not anymore."
"So why the change then? Didn't you love the 'life of luxury'?"
"Life of luxury? Haha. Don't get me wrong, it's every guy's dream, for the first week or so. I changed because somebody told me something. My grandma told me that one day, I'd meet a girl, and she'd change my life."
"Oh god. Don't tell me you believe all that soulmate crap?"
Puck looked at Quinn, her lips slightly pursed in a smile, but her eyes just as hopeful as he was.
"Yeah, I do. I believe there's a perfect person out there for everyone, and once you find that person, you'll know right from the get go."
"So what then, a different girl every other night?" She laughed, diverting the conversation.
"Why have you got this idea of me? You're just afraid to admit that I might actually be a decent guy." She turned to face him, as he was to her. His eyes looked so passionate, and were searching deep in hers.
"Maybe." She whispered, so quietly that he almost couldn't hear.
"So, you never answered my question. Do you like me?" He shuffled closer to her, and leaned on his right elbow so he was slightly above her, gazing down. His smile widened and so did hers.
"Maybe…" She repeated, still as a whisper.
"Maybe this'll help make up your mind." Once again, just like before, he etched closer and closer to her, and hulled his leg over her body and placed both arms resting on the trampoline at either side of her, so he was holding himself up directly above her. He moved his face closer to hers, so their noses were touching. This time, she wasn't going to stop it. His lips finally got close enough that they joined together with hers. They fit like a jigsaw. With their eyes firmly shut, they felt like the only two people on the planet, while fireworks lit the sky around them, for their eyes only. After several seconds of magic, Quinn moved her hands to the side of his face and eventually began toying with the small hairs of his Mohawk at the back of his neck.
"Yes." She whispered, when they finally separated.
"Good answer." He was grinning now, probably the cheesiest grin he'd ever gave. But nothing mattered in that moment. All that mattered was the beautiful, interesting, mysterious girl he was falling for. Yes, falling for.