I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL

Rachel: Mhm, if you say so.

Rachel: Ok, ok, I apologize. From here on out your head is not heard of.

Rachel: It's slowly growing more and more each day.

Rachel: Well, I do miss you, but I couldn't let your head get super huge.

Puck: Liar. No it's not. My head's the same size it's always been.

Rachel: Okay, big head. I was thinking about you all night so far. :P

Rachel: Do you?

Puck: Hey, my head's not big. Knew it.

Rachel: You're crazy, I was sleeping!

Rachel: I might miss you though.

Puck: Nah, you were up thinking about me. It's okay to admit it.

Rachel: Your text message was loud.

Puck: Don't believe you.

Rachel: You know we have school tomorrow, right? We're supposed to be sleeping.

Puck: Babe, wake up.

Rachel: Or just being so used to being together, but yes, that. It's hard. :(

Rachel: Maybe that's our problem...

Rachel: Just because you looked so cute when I tickle scratched your head.

Rachel: Uh huh, I'm sure, considering you do it every time.

Rachel: You're just way too used to using me as a personal human body pillow.

Rachel: As cheesy as it might sound that's probably true.

Rachel: I've been tossing and turning for an hour now.

Rachel: Sadly, yes.

Rachel: You can think all you want but I'm still right and she adores you two. Hush.