bonjour, or something...

noah puckerman. 21. just call me puck. seriously, leave it at puck and we won't have a problem at all. you feel me? i'm a junior at osu and majoring in music. you can also catch me on the football field pretty often.

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: Do what you want, Puck.

Puck: Fine.

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: I'd prefer it if you were around!

Puck: Well fuck, Quinn, what do you want, for me to stop by now?!

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: You're ridiculous.

Puck: So you'd rather not be stuck with me?

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: This thinking of yours has to happen while you give me the impression that you don't want to talk to me anymore? I get that it's a big thing. But do you have to just leave me with the impression that I'm going to be alone?

Puck: How many times do I have to tell you that whether either of us like it or not, you're stuck with me?

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: I didn't hear from you for days. What was I supposed to think?

Puck: You could've thought that I just needed time to think.

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: I don't want you to see me like that! I just wanted you to stay. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you'd run away and you did!

Puck: It's not like I ran away for good! I'm not your douchebag father!

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: I didn't want you to see me as the girl who had cancer! I didn't want anyone to see me like that! I'm not as lucky as you to just run away from me and pretend it's not happening!

Puck: Why don't you get that I'd never see you like that?! Jesus, Quinn, yeah, you have cancer. But you're also the girl who helped me pass my math class freshman year. You're the girl who always wore my number at football games. You're the girl I was crazy enough to fall in love with. But if you wanna be seen as just the girl who has cancer, then that's how I'll see you. Til then, you're not!

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: Considering the last time we had a conversation you told me you were still trying to "process" things after having left me in the hospital, it sounds better to count the decent conversations as talking.

Puck: What do you want from me, Quinn? We're best friends for years, then there was the whole love thing, and you told me you trusted me. Obviously you don't if you kept this from me for three years, thinking I was gunna leave if you told me.

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: I didn't say that.

Puck: You made it seem that way.

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: I guess that's what counts as talking between us, now.

Puck: What, do you only count times when we have decent conversations as talking.

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: So are you or are you not counting Sunday?

Puck: Well, I talked to you, didn't I?

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: Why did you message me at two in the morning?

Puck: Cause I haven't slept in days and I haven't talked to you in a while.

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: Hi.

Puck: What's up?

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: No.

Quinn: Let's...just start over.

Puck: Okay then...

Puck: Hey.

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: It's almost three in the morning. What do you think's up at this hour?

Puck: Guess I'll leave you alone, then.

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Text @Quinn

Quinn: Hi.

Puck: What's up...?

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Text @Quinn

Puck: Hey.