Oh well, oh well, guess I'll see you in hell.

Not other than Chyler. 

Reading glasses had been issued to her. Her eyesight was never like Quinn's was, she didn't need contacts. But after high school and hours of staring at a computer screen and small text in textbook, it started to get shitty. Now she had square rimmed reading glasses that she wore while she typed away on the computer or read a book, the latter one being what she was currently doing. She had randomly picked a book at Barnes and Noble to see what it would land on. It was some mystery thriller book that proved to be pretty all right so far. Quinn had left her alone awhile ago so she was waiting for her to come back. Whatever reason they were beckoned here so early by their parents was gonna be revealed in a few days. She had spent individual time with both of them, which was highly awkward on both parts. Especially when Russel had hesitantly asked her about Rachel. The effort had made her smile, however. Even if it brought a certain crushing feeling in her chest. 

Oh. Of course. We might've broken up but she was my friend first. I regret not keeping in touch but maybe that can change now.

I don't see her all the time. I live.. well, lived.. in California while she lives in New York. Honestly? I haven't spoken to her before yesterday since... a little after we broke up. Midway through our first year of college.

No. Come again. 

It's been awhile since I've seen your pretty face. 

I don't know what I'm doing to cause you to dislike me. Or how I'm acting. M'just staying true to myself and that disappoints you then, I'm sorry. I'm different than I was five years ago. Anybody would be.