#qlestranges

“It feels like you’re disturbing a dinner party.” 

“ What can I say? The party don’t start until I walk in. ” Yes, yes she did say that and no, she doesn’t regret it. “ Come on, it’s not actually a dinner party. At least I’m pretty sure! It’s not like I’m even being that loud. Sorta. ”

“I’m familiar with my aesthetic.” 

“ I didn’t even know that you were familiar with the word aesthetic. ” 

“It’s water.”

She already took a swing out of the drink before hearing what he had to say. “ I don’t neeeeed any water. Prommmmise. ” Words slurred together. It’s very clear that Kenzie does not at all know what she’s talking about after just a drink. “ Ohmygod, we should do someee shots!! ” 

‘ i was speaking hypothetically. ‘

“I…” Charlotte frowned a little. “Oh. Well maybe next time you should start with that next time, you got me worked up for a second there.”

‘ you guys have fun. ‘

“Whoa,” she said, turning to him suspiciously. Green eyes squinting at his remark. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

‘ you’re ranting. ‘

“But then you have to choose between-,” the brunette stopped, biting her lip at his reminder. “You’re right. I do that. Sorry. Thanks. I just… get super into… topics, like those.”

‘ what’s the deal with you two? ‘ 

Lance’s gaze flicked towards the other teen, only to turn back to his hands in front of him. He swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, “I... I don’t even know.” Absently, throwing the piece of lint in his hand across the room, “I wish I knew, honestly.”

‘ wow, is that a book? ‘

Without helping himself, a grin pulled at his lips before he realized who it was that was joking with him. He was surprised, pleasantly so for once. “Picture book, the only one I could find. It’s a struggle being illiterate.”

‘ it’s not like we have assigned seats. ‘

“Yeah,” he said simply. He unpacked his bag and pulled out his notebook. “Easier to steal the seat next to you when there isn’t.”

‘ oh, so you do listen to me. ‘

“Absolutely, I think the problem more lies in the action part.” Lance paused, “Joking aside? Thanks Quinn.”

[ TO: Quentin Lestrange ] You put everything else above our friendship.> You sounded like you wanted nothing to do with me.> Just respecting your wishes.

Her hands flew to cover her mouth, knowing that it was absolutely likely that she would just dissolve into a fit of giggles. Taking a deep breath, she watched at the shopkeeper checked around the general area, before walking away from the roof entrance. Would the picture be worth it? Hell yes, especially if they got up to the roof before the sunset.  “Come on, let’s go before he comes back!”

Wrapping her arms around Quentin, Valerie made no move to leave. There was a lot about her friend that was absolutely perplexing, emotions seemed to be a rarity for him. But there was something in his voice that was unsettling, he had never pleaded, but this was close enough to the territory of it. “Im here, I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“So much, Q, I’m not even sure where I would begin. Maybe it all started when I first realized that the actors in movies weren’t actually marrying multiple different people, but that it was just make-believe.”

“I’m sorry, what can I do for you. Tell me how to help you?” She had never seen him like this, finding herself sorely uninformed, she simply kept her distance. Valerie wanted to run and get help, but Quentin would not want to draw attention to himself. 

“Didn’t you hear, apparently Lance was cheating on his previous girlfriend with me. I’m not just Head Cheerleader anymore, I’m also the resident homewrecker. I was surprised to hear, but everyone, including the entire second floor, heard her yelling at me about it. Obviously, people have a hard time wrapping their heads around the idea that we are just best friends.”

“I’m literally the only person you speak to, I would know if you were dealing with temporary amnesia. Nice try, though.”

“What. Did. You. Do?” No gesture was innocent when it came to the human embodiment of torture. Opening the front camera to her phone, she quickly checked to see if anything was on her face, before moving to pull at anything he could have stuck on her back. “Adler, I swear to god!”

Was she surprised? No. Did she want to murder him? Definitely. She had watched as the look of confusion had played across her blind dates face, the reality that playing along with Vince’s silly charade was the only way out was finally settling in. No, no. No. The sheer amount of gloating that she would have to endure would not at all be worth another half hour with a date so concentrated on her boobs, that it had taken Vince’s pick up line to distract him. “Should I call pest control, or are you still sane enough to remember where the door to leave is?”

“A big black dildo, how did you ever figure me out?” She rolled her eyes, pulling out his birthday present. Her final assignments had made it impossible to leave the library, but at least she’d remember to buy it weeks before, making her only a day late. Not that it would be enough to keep his hysterics at bay if he got started. “If you press the right buttons, it’ll start playing a dramatic reading of a Tale of Two Titties.”

“That still doesn’t explain why your dick would look oranger than Donald Trump. Oh god, was that her kink? Does it feel dirtier when you think back to it now? Knowing that she was a slightly racist or misguided Trump supporter?”

“Knowing you, you’ll find a way to outlast a photograph.” Nevertheless, she had her phone out and was snapchatting him trying to balance the basket of onion rings on his nose.

She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her lips. For once, bloody once, Vince might be the one she out embarassed. “A scene? Vincent Adler, you broke my heart. You heard it, ladies and gentlemen, Vince dumped me because my butt is too big. Well, screw you Adler, this baby has back and she loves it.” With a bow, she excused herself from the confused crowd and hurried onto her next class.

Rubbing a hand over his back, she helped him move away from the toilet and lean against the wall. “I promise, V, I’ll stay with you until you’re ready to go home.” Not that she’d let any of her friends go home tonight, the basement would work as a crash pad, especially to hide any hangovers from her parents the next morning. “Let’s get some water in you, I promise it’ll taste better than anything you’ve been drinking tonight.”

“Vincent?” She could wipe off the facemask, or let him in. Damn it. Peeling the cucumbers off her eyes and tossing them aside, she quickly ran for the front door, practically tripping as she reached it. “First door to the right. Do not puke on my mother's rug, it’s not the same thing as gluing back a piece of her vase. ”

“I am not drunk enough to play horse again, and you’re way too tall for me to carry on my back anyways!”

Shoving open her window, she tossed out her physics textbook, knowing the sheer weight of it dropping near him would be a shock. “It’s a no from me, try two houses down, they’re a little hard of hearing.”