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DATED 08/10/16
[..] Also, on a completely unrelated note, I finally talked to Quinn Fabray today. I’d like to pretend that this was an interaction I didn’t prep for beforehand, but you and I both know that I’ve prepared for it since sixth grade. Remember when talking to pretty people was super easy? Because I totally don’t. It didn’t even come out right because I wanted to compliment her, but instead I just insulted some girl across from me... but on the upside, she liked it? I mean, she’s sitting right next to me in class for the rest of the year. I had to break the silence and I guess mocking another girl’s hair was the only way I could do it. I think we’re friends now? She laughed when I said it, instead of glaring at me and giving me an annoying lesson on bullying. Which totally makes us sort of friends, now, right? Maybe I should start writing notes since it seems like she pays attention in class and I don’t want her to get annoyed with me. I’d say I’m overthinking this but 1) we both know I overthink everything and, 2) it’s well deserved. A friendship with Quinn Fabray can only mean good things going forward, right?
DATED 12/19/16
Yo, journal, what’s up?
Kenzie and I are on another break. I pretended to be more upset about it than usual, but really, she’s gonna kiss some stupid guy at the dance and then she’s gonna be like ‘wow, Rory is such a better kisser, I take it all back!’ So I’m not really worried about it. I was thinking of asking Quinn to the dance instead, but I’m not sure if she’d wanna go with me. I mean just because we’re best friends and I don’t want her to take it the wrong way. Obviously I’m not into her, but... and don’t tell her I said this, but she’s probably the scariest, coolest person I know. I don’t know how she does it, but I definitely suspect some witchcraft at hand. Hopefully some of her coolness is rubbing off on me from talking to her every single day. I probably text her the most out of everyone, too. My favorite emoji to use right now is the monkey covering it’s eyes, and sometimes I just spam message her that when I’m bored and want her to talk to me. The last time she was over was super annoying because Carole made us keep my door open and I don’t get what she doesn’t get about us being just friends. I mean, sure, Quinn’s pretty and fun to be around, but it’s weird because I feel like I think she’s too above me to even consider it. Which is between you and me, journal, because I don’t want Carole making an even bigger deal out of it thinking this means I like Quinn or something because I don’t. I’m friends with all kinds of boys and it’s not weird, so why’s it have to be weird when I’m friends with Quinn? Anyways, I think I might ask someone else to the dance. I don’t wanna freak Quinn out and make her think I’m into her. That’s a lot of drama that I can’t afford right now. Plus, I already got her a Christmas present and I don’t want anything weird to happen before I can give it to her.
DATED 10/04/17
Hello. It’s me.
High school is hard. I can’t say I’m a big fan, but but BUT it’s a challenge, and I guess I like those.
Do you ever look at someone and see someone else in them? I don’t know if that makes sense. I’m probably not making sense because Quinn is here and I keep talking to her and getting distracted. She’s gonna mess up my daily journal entries and I’m gonna be pissed.
Like I said... is that normal? I guess human beings are never 100% original in mannerisms and stuff, but sometimes when I manage to really make Quinn laugh... which is super impressive, by the way because her laughing HARD is like a one in a thousand type deal since she usually just rolls her eyes when I’m an idiot, but when I manage to make it happen sometimes I look at her and I remember my mom. Is that weird? I think that’s really fucking weird. It’s not in an exact way, or even remotely close, actually, but there’s this FEELING that comes with it, I guess. It’s really stupid to try and explain because I don’t think I can, I just know that it fucking happens. I mean, it’s not creepy because I’m not into her, so it’s a flattering thing, right? I’m not gonna tell her, though, because that might weird her out.
Maybe it’s alongside the sense of accomplishment, or maybe it’s some weird... I just tried to secretly google it and all that came up was stuff about girlfriends which helps me exactly none. Maybe it’s because I care about Quinn, that I happen to connect her with other people I care about?
It’s really hard to write serious thoughts when she’s in the room with me. I think I look too focused right now. I wonder if Quinn’s ever read my journal before... probably not. It’s not like I have top secret secrets about her in this.
... at least, I guess, not until now. Does this count as a secret? I’ll count it since it’s weird. I guess I just like her laugh, is all I’m saying. It’s a good laugh. The end.
DATED 04/07/18
Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck? Did I mention fuck, or also maybe FUCK? Because fuck.
I slacked on this because I forgot to pack it for spring break. Sorry for forgetting you, bud, but I’m not sure I would’ve been able to fill you in, anyways, since I was sleeping next to Quinn every night.
Speaking of Quinn: fuck.
I have no idea what happened. I don’t know why, or how, or... anything. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this confused in my entire sixteen years of life. I was having a big thumbs down day, which sucked because I couldn’t write it down and I was around people and so it was just a disaster. I couldn’t even really fake it until I made it with Quinn, so I was singing to her and
I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what it means or what to do but I felt a lot of things for her all of a sudden. Or is it sudden? I’ll have to read back on everything I’ve ever said about her because there has to be some build up or some something, right? You don’t get hit with feelings like that without them being there before, but how did I not REALIZE? Or did I? Have I been lying to myself?
My handwriting is insane. I look like a crazy person right now, but I can’t help it. I am into Quinn Fabray. I like her. I want to be with her. What the fuck? Not only that, but I was WITH her. Like... sexually. We hooked up, and it was... really hot, obviously. Quinn’s hot and I’m hot and I couldn’t stop looking at her. We did it together and then she had to leave the next morning and we haven’t even talked about it. What do I say? How do I act? I mean...
obviously I don’t wanna DROP her. I know that’s how I usually act, but I can’t with her. I don’t want to. I’ve always cared about Quinn, but this is next level stuff. This is a whole new level for our friendship... relationship, whatever, and I kinda am just trying to figure out what it all means. I mean, obviously I’m confident in one thing, and that’s that I like her. I want to be with her. Does she want to be with me? I mean, duh she wanted to have sex with me, but that’s one thing, especially for teenagers. Is it my job to determine what it all means for us next? Because the only thing is that I can’t stop thinking about her, and being with her, and it’s gonna actually make me crazy. I can’t just be friends with her after that, can I? I don’t want to be. Do I want the whole package? What if I screw it up, and we can’t even be friends after? I mean, I think our friendship is too strong for that, personally, but who knows? You can’t determine what’s gonna happen beforehand. I guess the only real decision is to wait and see how she acts if I start, like, flirting with her. That’s a good first step, huh? I wish you could actually give me stupid advice. Maybe I’d stop feeling so sick and turned on at once. Ugh.
Can’t believe I’m marrying her? No question who the settler and the reacher are in this relationship. #tbt #shesthereacher #jk #itakeitback #shesthesettler #iloveher #dontleavemeq @queeniefabray
There was a prince. The prince lived in a beautiful castle, one that was so high up off the ground, it took nearly an hour to get from the bottom, to the very top. The King and the Queen stayed at the top of the castle, always overlooking the people that they ruled. They were loved by most, gifted glorious gifts by even the poorest of townsfolk, and the royal family had always promised payment in the protection of all, and the best of well-beings to each and every citizen, for as long as they shall live.
The tragedy came when an attack transpired upon the castle, the young prince clueless of what to do, and too late to save his mother and father from their tragic fate - pushed from their bedroom windows. The prince had barely made it out alive, but as a now orphan on the run, he could never return home to the dangers likely awaiting him. He was forced to flee and find home with commoners, his lovely home and everything he loved, suddenly ripped from his fingertips. He promised himself that one day he'd have it all back, no matter what it took.
The prince certainly did not like his new life. There were too many things wrong for it, in his opinion, and most days he would have much rather have disappeared into the woods than stayed with a family that forced him to be around other children. The other children were unfriendly, and not at all respectful. Though the prince no longer had his status, he certainly felt like he deserved more than what he was being given, by all. The one and only few times that the prince felt the truth of his worth was when a girl approached him on the day meant for celebrating love in all of it’s forms, offering half of her own sweets to him. And, in return, he gave her a rose, covered in foil and with a similar taste of saccharine underneath.
Then that was it. Their paths fell a distance away, and the prince focused on others, suitable matches for when he finally reclaimed the throne and took over as King of all.
The girl was still there. She was only a distance away, existing as the youngest of two, and underappreciated by all. Everyone wanted something from her, something that was not her. Something more when all she should have been asked was to give them herself, and that should have been more than enough. In the end, the girl was forced to change. She became something that everyone else would view as better, and in a sick twist of fate, that shot off the realization for all that she was a force to be reckoned with... but the problem was that she always had been.
Meanwhile, the prince was incredibly set on finding the love of his life. He thought he found it in a girl, with brown hair and a sharp tongue. She was everything he believed to want, from beauty to charm, but something never clicked. While the feelings felt true, there was no clear happily ever after in sight. They were forced to try again and again, but it was lacking. In something that the prince never could seem to figure out.
Happiness came and paths were finally connected again, sitting next to one another as they were forced to listen to the wise tales of an elder. She caught the prince's attention once more, the way her blonde locks fell across her cheek as she seemed to be off in another world, already toning out the older man for the sake of dreaming of being anywhere else, and the prince felt impulsed to say... something. Anything. He peered around the room, full of those like their age, and leaned over to her, speaking the first thing that came to mind:
"I didn't know that Lily was so fashion forward... I mean, I'm sure she'll have some issues getting people behind the hairstyles of a troll doll, but... you never know.”
There was a connection that brewed between the two after that moment. It was not the average fairy tale, meeting and falling in love to live happily ever after. There was a quiet sort of love that was built, a mutual appreciation for one another and their outlooks that brought them closer. It didn't take much time for the pair to realize that while they would judge anyone else, they would never judge one another.
"When's the wedding?" It was a question asked by many to the duo, as they grew older, but both deemed the concept ridiculous, in the most cliche manner of all. They demanded that their friendship was based off a platonic love, and that two people - even being the prettiest two in all the land - could go without dreaming of being one another's forever. They emphasized on this time and time again, and perhaps they were living in denial, or perhaps they were merely oblivious to the potential that their reign together could hold. A power nearly as grand as the prince's parents, to say the least.
There were obstacles to defeat, and an evil, ugly beast that befriended the girl, despite the prince's dislike and instinct to fight him to the death to defend her. The wonderful about this girl, however, was that she never needed defending. She held her own in every moment, even ones where anyone else in the world would have crumbled under impact. She turned the beast into a boy, though the prince was never too sure that the ugly was gone, she was capable of doing many things on her own, even if the prince had always been happy to offer his assistance when need be.
The moment came during an adventure in the woods, surrounded by nothing but the sound of trees in the cold, night air and their wavered breathing as they came together as one, in a mix of realization and overwhelming feelings that the two still could not quite comprehend. It was incredibly monumental to them... also very, very hot.
Still, that wasn't the moment that finally made them two halves of one another. That wasn't the moment that signified their happily ever after... because things were far more complicated than that. The beast turned... decent looking boy had already had a romantic rendezvous, one that had ended in the girl being with child, out of wedlock and still far too young. Her parents were disapproving, not understanding that when you love someone, you love them no matter what, no matter what obstacles might fall in the already planned path. Love isn't something that exists only for the ideal person you want to love. You never decide who you share your love with, but the only time that it is true, is when it is entirely unconditional.
And that was how the prince felt about the girl. He cared for her, unconditionally. He wanted to do anything and everything in his power to cheer her up and see her smile, and he couldn't help but feel that he was jumping out of a tall building of his own whenever he was around her. His stomach felt the fear, but there was an underlying feeling of freedom with her that he could never seem to feel with anyone else he spent his time around.
He merely didn't know what to do to show her his interests in her. Music? A grand admission of something in front of a large group of their peers? It all sounded overwhelming, if not embarrassing for a prince, and then, suddenly, it hit him: the ball. The ball was the perfect opportunity to express his interests in his happily ever after with her.
So, in the only way he could, he wrote his thoughts down and handed him to her to read, hoping that she got the idea and that he didn't have to spell things out for her... because that was a little much for him, and writing over saying his emotions had always been an easier pill to swallow for a prince who never learned how to face his demons. Only how to keep them at bay with a sharp, intimidating tongue.
And she said yes, because she kind of liked him, too, and also thought that the ball would be the most ideal way to start the beginning of their forever. Of course, as they grew older, the two rose to power and Rory - I mean, the prince, took back his rightful reign and his place as King, with his lovely and obvious Queen by his side.
But, for now.... prom is the focus, and hopefully this was cool enough to earn a yes to go with Prince Rory. What happens after... that'll be the sequel, coming out June 1st, 2019. We’re making as much $$ out of this as we can, duh.
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I think it’s PRETTY obvious he has a thing for Quinn. I mean, really, the only subtly he has about it is that he isn’t doing it so much in public, but otherwise, anyone who saw them hanging out one on one would know almost immediately. He’s trying to keep it on the low for various reasons, but mostly because of her pregnancy and he doesn’t think she needs the added drama that could potentially come from a relationship, so he’s trying to be ‘gentlemanly’ I guess? But also because the idea of commitment right now isn’t something he’s super into. They’re basically dating, but there’s still a freedom with it, and he likes that about it. He doesn’t feel as guilty flirting with people for the sake of getting something out of them, either, which is a plus. He has plans to try and make it official... someday, just maybe not any time soon. Their feelings are both new and confusing after so long of it being entirely platonic, so he wants to take it slow and make sure it’s something they both actually really want, too, and it’s not just an ‘in the moment’ time deal.
