There's a bad moon on the rise.

Luke Quinn Fabray. 18. Some may say I have fallen into the graces of hell, while others say I have just gotten hotter. Either way, I'm back and better than ever.

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Ty: I'm sure you did and I'm sure you gave the poor ghost quite the scare with that face of yours.

Quinn: ...Did you just call me ugly?

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michelle-chang :

You went from being a star football player and one of the most ‘wholesome’ guys in school to smoking and wearing leather, Quinn. People are gonna ask questions. 

Besides, isn’t part of the point of you changing your look getting attention? Yeah, you want to find yourself, whatever, go you, but there’s no way you didn’t know what was going to happen when you changed everything about yourself.

There’s no need to ask questions.  Shit happens, people deal with it. It’s not anyone’s business. 

Not really, no. I’ve basically been MIA for that reason: so I wouldn’t have a ton of people up my ass about this.

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Ty: I think my neighbor is an alien. A stalker alien.

Quinn: Yes, and I saw a ghost today. Gimme a break.

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If one more person asks if I’m wearing a leather jacket to look edgy, I swear I’m gonna ask one of my friends to punch them out. Donny likes violence, it won’t be my fault. Can’t a guy find himself without people asking so many damn questions?

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KIT: There's a bat in my house.

QUINN: I'd expect more from the Wilde household. Get that shit outta there.

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