#meme: misc quick

[dani-camp]

[ text ]: Do you feel good knowing you have this power over me?

[ text ]: Of course, but I promise to use my powers for good. And even if you don’t think so, getting you to prom in a full piece suit will be very good for both of us once I see you in it. 

[dani-camp]

"You make a good pillow."

Quinn jumped, nearly letting the paperback book she’d pinched between her fingers go, which would undoubtedly end up hitting him right in the face. She hadn’t even realized he was awake. On a post-graduation pre-college summer roadtrip with their friends, she and Puck had wound up stuck together in the very back seat. They weren’t friends, not really (unless you counted a few disjointed conversations here and there, and she didn’t), they were just in the same social circles with the same mutual friends. Puck had chosen the backseat so he could stretch out and sleep, at least until a few car mishaps sent Quinn to the backseat of Mrs. Hudson’s backseat, which lead to the always-courteous Puck insisting that he was not entitled to use her shoulder as a pillow. She’d only allowed it to finally get him to stop complaining so loudly about her presence, and even then, she figured she could just push him off enough that he’d just loll his head somewhere else. Instead, a car bump woke him up too soon and he carelessly unbuckled his seatbelt and flopped over to place his head in her lap- “ shoulder’s too bony” he mumbled drowsily- shocking her too much to shove him off. Maybe he thought she was someone else, she thought. Or maybe he just didn’t care. Eventually, the comfortable weight of his head in her lap paired with the unfamiliar tender feeling it caused won out and she let him be. 

“Well, apparently, my shoulder doesn’t,” She said quietly, concealing the hurried emotions she felt. Not really thinking about it, her knees lifted and she pulled on his arm, tugging him upright. “But now that you’re awake, you can get out of my lap. Now.” The blonde stretched her legs out as he shifted to his own seat and then brushed her hair back, her eyes flitting around the car before she hoped someone realized what she- with her purity ring and stern ‘golden boy’ type- had let him get away with. The better to keep them off her case, she told herself. 

[dani-camp]

[text] Your mom just asked if we’re sexually active. HELP!

[text] My mom only asks personal questions like that if she knows something’s up! Just tell her the truth![text] By tell the truth, I mean just say ‘yes’.[text] Don’t give her the details.