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Post by Lucille Quinn Fabray *Awy on Mar 30, 2012 7:58:24 GMT
  Quinn was trying to figure out why she was baking brownie. She never baked. There was one occasion. But it was a memory that she choose to shove to the back of her mind and forget because it hurt too much to think about it. That was just how she was. It was always easier to not think about those memories. It just made tears flow and her heartache. It was hard to have feelings for someone who had feelings for someone else. Thus was Quinn's life. She had learned that all was not fair in love and war when it came to her. That was how she had ended up sinking to the floor with a half started bowl off brownies sitting on the counter. Her face was buried in her hands as she fought back the tears that threatened to flow. Anyone could see her. Though flashes of the food fight and the almost kiss were running through her mind. All she wanted was for Puck to walk in and tell her that she was the one he wanted. That he was over Shelby. even if he was over Shelby. He wouldn't run back to her. She was a basket case now. She wasn't Quinn. She was Lucy. She was broken and needed to be put back together. Just no one seemed to want to care or want to help.
TAGGED; Puck <33333 STATUS; Complete! WORDS; 235 MUSE; I'M THE ONLY ONENOTES;Sorry this isn't the best but I'm normally asleep right now.
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Post by Noah Puckerman on Mar 30, 2012 13:09:10 GMT
Puck wandered aimlessly down the corridor, stopping occasionally to read whatever posters and leaflets that had been attached to the walls. He was bored. Very bored.
He'd spent the last fifteen minutes like this, just walking through the school with nothing better to do than waste time.
Puck let out a sigh as he turned a corner into yet another corridor. He needed to find somewhere to chill for a while or he was going to go mad. As he approached one of the Home Economics rooms, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. He really couldn't help himself, he just had to investigate this.
He stepped into the room, swinging the door open with a smirk. then, he noticed just who was there and couldn't help but speak, "...Quinn?"
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Word Count: 131
Notes: Sorry, this is probably a little bad
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