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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Sept 23, 2011 17:27:11 GMT -5
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Riley noticed that Quinn seemed a little distant, drifting off into her thoughts every once in awhile, though he wasn't surprised. After all she'd been through, she must've had a lot to think about. Riley knew how that felt, with all the stress from his parents and his four billion and three-point-five activities. He hadn't juggled such serious problems as Quinn, but he could relate to feeling torn between people and things and just generally overwhelmed with everything. Just trying to balance out being the perfect student and the perfect Christian boy and the perfect son and trying to have a life at the same time was hard enough, and so he felt like he could relate to Quinn's struggles for that. But that wasn't why he was listening; he just felt like having someone to listen to you when you spoke made everything better. Everyone liked being listened to, after all - didn't they?
"You know, I never understood that," Riley mused, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He was still completely blowing off his history report, but this conversation was starting to get less awkward and a lot more interesting than whatever dumb civil war crap he'd been reading about prior to his sudden engagement in the conversation. "Why everyone suddenly turned on you? And even now that I know what happened, I still don't get it. I mean, just because someone screws up doesn't mean it's their fault, and there's no point in completely turning on someone just because they made a mistake," he thought aloud. He supposed it was kind of related to the way people bullied him for no reason - he didn't know what having glasses and being a tech geek albeit a pretty good baseball player had to do with anything, but he still got pushed around for it anyways.
"I'm guessing it wasn't your fault? The pregnancy? Like, that there was some other factor playing into it; not just, y'know, um...the s-sex." Riley turned bright red as he managed to sputter out the word that he felt so awkward saying, discussing, reading, or even just thinking. He wasn't very good with words, but he was pretty much just trying to say that he figured Quinn wouldn't consciously make a mistake that could screw up her life - it must've been an accident or there must've been drinking or partying involved...he figured she wouldn't just go out and cheat on her boyfriend on purpose, especially not without an ulterior motive. "And I'm happy it all seemed to turn out good, and it's great that the baby ended up in a safe home....wow, I sound like I'm talking about a shelter dog or something, don't I?" He blushed a bit more, if possible, and awkwardly itched the back of his neck.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 25, 2011 16:51:53 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn had to admit that she was actually enjoying talking to Riley, he actually listened to her and he seemed like a pretty interesting guy too. She knew that hardly anybody else would actually sit there and listen to her ramble on about her problems, Sam would and Brittany would – mainly because she’d listen to anything- Mercedes might. But apart from them three nobody else would, not even her mother. So, she was quite grateful that she could get all this off her chest, especially since she hadn’t talked about her problems in quite a while. Well, apart from when she’d gotten her guilt off her chest that day in the bathroom with Sam. That thought made her smile, before she was brought back to the real world by Riley saying how he didn’t understand why the school turned on her.
It wasn’t surprising to her if she was honest; he didn’t seem like the type who would understand that sort of thing. The only way you could fully understand it was if you’d been a part of it and he hadn’t been. “It’s because to get to the top, you have to stand on so many people and I did. Then, once they get an opportunity to knock you down they’ll take it, it doesn’t matter if their your friend or not.” She explained, thinking back to the first day Santana had actually turned on her. She wasn’t angry at San about it anymore though, she hadn’t even been angry at the time because she knew if the situation had been reversed she would’ve done exactly the same thing.
Then, Riley mention about how he was glad the baby had gone to a good home and how it sounded like he was talking about a shelter dog and that made her giggle a little. It was true, but the only difference between a shelter dog and Beth was that sometimes she actually regretted giving Beth up. She knew it was insane, since there was no way on earth she could’ve managed to raise a baby and graduate, but sometimes she just wished she could be a part of her baby’s life. Although, she knew that was equally as insane since without Shelby’s permission she couldn’t even contact her daughter and she hadn’t seen Shelby since she’d given birth to Beth.
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Sept 26, 2011 17:09:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Riley was honestly interested when Quinn started to explain why people stepped all over each other in high school, because that was something he had never understood. Quinn seemed to expect him not to understand, but he supposed that made sense. He was so out of the loop when it came to that type of thing, and not only that, but he just hated that this type of thing existed. He knew Quinn didn't deserve it, which was why he'd started pouring out whatever random thoughts had come to mind when the topic came up. Though he was usually very shy and quiet, sometimes when he sounded off about something or got nervous, he turned into a huge rambler. He also sometimes spewed really personal questions sometimes, but that was mostly the whole "curiosity killed the cat thing," which was a major problem of his.
"So basically it's like an eye for an eye?" Riley asked, sort of unsure about the whole popularity thing and how you had to hurt a lot of people to get to the top, which was why if they got the chance to knock you down, they'd take it no matter what. To him, it just sounded like it could be somehow summed up in one word: revenge. "Like, it just sounds like a bunch of people trying to get back at you for stepping all over them. It doesn't seem like you really deserved it; if you had just apologized or something, it could have ended there, right?" Maybe he was too nice or too naive, but he really thought Quinn hadn't deserved the mistreatment she'd gotten. It was probably just because she seemed so nice now, but he really didn't understand the whole point of popularity or knocking people down from their throne or any of it.
Another random question came to mind as Quinn laughed at him talking about her baby going to a good home, and Riley wasn't sure whether asking it or not would step on her toes, but he was honestly curious and maybe if she understood that, she wouldn't be upset. "So did you ever wish you didn't put the baby up for adoption, or are you happy that you did it?" Riley thought the question might have a complicated or personal answer, but he was honestly curious. Obviously, he didn't know what it was like to be in the position of a teen parent, but he was curious to see how she felt about the whole thing. Plus, he figured she could probably use someone who she could just vent to after all she'd been through, and Riley was more than ready to be that person for her if he had to be.
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 26, 2011 18:05:29 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn could tell he was the curious type, the amount of questions he was asking proved that to her but she knew that sometimes she could be like that and that was why she didn’t complain and instead focused on what he was actually saying and asking. It was nice to be able to just get all of this off her chest, even if it turned out that he didn’t actually care about a thing she was saying. She was just glad that she could just say what was on her mind and feed his curiosity – which seemed genuine to her - at the same time. It was like spilling everything into a journal yet this felt more real, which made her feel better and more open to talking about even the delicate subjects like Beth which she hardly ever actually did. So, it was nice and interesting at the same time. She felt like her and Riley might actually have a chance at becoming quite good friends now that they’d got over the awkwardness that had been the start of their conversation.
Then, when Riley asked if it was like an eye for an eye and then wondered about apologizing to everybody to regain her reputation she couldn’t resist a slight eye roll. He was quite naive she could tell that as well, but it seemed to be a good thing for him and she had to respect him for that. The blonde then began to try and think of a way to explain how an apology just wouldn’t cut it; after all it was the truth. If Quinn had just come out and apologized to everybody it wouldn’t have made the slightest bit of difference. “I suppose the eye for an eye thing is kind of right, but you see if I had apologized for everything I’d done before the whole pregnancy thing it would’ve probably made my reputation sink faster. I had no choice, I had to stand up for myself as best I could and that was why I had to also stick beside the decisions I’d made before any of it happened.” She tried to explain, her thoughts clouded with memories. “Although, if I could’ve apologized I would’ve. I mean...how I used to treat people was horrible, but I can’t change the past. So, I try and stay positive.” She smiled, trying to show her optimism.
It was then he asked if she regretted giving Beth up and her breath caught in her throat for a second before she could reply at all. “yes...and no...” She muttered, looking back down at the table instead of looking him in the eye like she had done before. “I wish I could see her sometimes, you know? Watch her grow up and stuff, because when she grows up she won’t remember me at all and I don’t want that to happen...I feel like if I did allow that to happen I’d be abandoning her like my dad did me.” She answered, still not daring to take her eyes away from the table. “Although, I know there was no way I could’ve raised a baby at sixteen...especially with Puck and school stress and everything else...”
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Sept 27, 2011 17:04:45 GMT -5
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Riley was a little worried that Quinn might snap on him if he started to intrude on the details of her life, but he was pleasantly surprised that she didn't seem bothered by his curiosity at all. He couldn't help but want to hear the whole story, so the fact that she was willingly giving him answers was great. He also sort of trusted her right off the bat, which was weird for him, since it usually took him so long to warm up, but it was pretty obvious by how many questions he was asking and how comfortable he felt asking them - well, most of them - that the two understood each other, and that Quinn was trust-able. Hopefully, the two would become friends, because if he'd trusted her like this right away without doing, like, a background check or something, he didn't want to lose that or just have it as a memory; he wanted to be able to relive it and its...er, well, awesomeness.
Riley sort of understood what Quinn was talking about when she said she had to stick up for herself. It made sense that she would have to keep fighting, and she seemed like the tough sort, but he didn't quite understand why that meant her having to be somewhat-bitchy to everyone. The one thing that kept him from asking about this was that he figured she probably didn't know, either, so he just kept his mouth shut until something clicked. "Well, if your reputation was going down anyways, what difference would it even make?" Riley wondered aloud, not meaning to insult her judgement or anything; he was just musing. He didn't completely understand the whole inner workings of the 'popularity' thing, but there was one good reason for that - he wasn't, never had been, never will be, and never wanted to be popular.
"I can see that," Riley said with a slight smile as Quinn showed off her optimism, telling him about how she pushed through her memories of the past by trying to stay positive. She really was a ray of sunshine now that she had come to the realization that she didn't have to knock anyone down to get what she wanted, and Riley liked that about her. A lot of people he knew were really negative (for example, himself, the extreme pessimist who believes that everything that can go wrong, will go wrong), so hopefully she'd be a good influence on him. He needed some positivity in his life, especially if he was going to get over his stage-fright enough to join glee club.
Riley couldn't help but feel that he'd struck a nerve or a soft spot with Quinn when he asked about her baby, and muttered, "Sorry," as soon as she'd started to give her answer, but still listened to her, because at least she was getting it off her chest even if she was a little upset about the question. The one thing that told him he'd done something wrong was that she couldn't seem to look at him when she was giving her answer. Well, she trusts you enough to tell you this stuff, so don't screw it up, Riley thought. He heard that a lot, especially from himself and the AV club - 'Don't screw it up.' There was a lot to screw up in life, so this was pretty tricky for Riley. He knew he couldn't get everything right, so he just tried to focus on getting the big things right. He wasn't sure if this qualified or not, though. "I'm sure someday you'll get to see her again; you won't be gone from her life forever," Riley offered, trying to pass on some positivity to Quinn where it had once been. It was weird how she had gone from so happy to so mellow in so little time, but he could understand the whole 'shifting emotions' thing.
Wanting to change the subject so Quinn wouldn't have to keep talking about things that were obviously bothering her if she didn't want to, Riley said, "You know, after what you said, I think I might try out for glee club." He peered up at her from over the rims of his glasses and gulped, worried about how this statement would be accepted. Would he come across as self-centered for changing the topic back to himself so quickly, or would it be a welcome change?
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Post by LUCY QUINN FABRAY on Sept 28, 2011 14:31:11 GMT -5
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[/div] repair your broken wings, Quinn couldn’t deny that talking about Beth struck a raw nerve within her, she’d be lying through her teeth if she did. She also couldn’t deny the fact that she sometimes did think she made the wrong decision by giving her away to Shelby, but at the end of the day there was nothing she could do about it and she knew that if she had kept her that she wouldn’t have gotten the care that Shelby could give her. Her baby may have been her downfall, but Beth was still her child and she did want what was best for her. Undeniably the best place for her child was with a mother who could look after her and give her all the love, care and attention she needed rather than having a mom who was distracted by school responsibilities and homework.
Her thoughts were elsewhere while Riley carried on talking, as she thought about so many different aspects of her life and how if she had kept Beth it would’ve all been different. The blonde just kept trying to re-enforce the idea that she did what was right into her head, that was the most she could do and she just hoped that when Beth grew up she’d understand how Quinn had basically been forced into making that decision. After all, she couldn’t just drop school to go and raise a family at the age of sixteen could she? That would just be dumb and wrong, everyone knew that. It was common sense that you should at least graduate before raising a family, look at that April Rhodes woman. She hadn’t graduated and had ended up having to re-enroll at high school at the age of like forty or whatever she had been.
That’s when Quinn finally did tune back in, because she knew she shouldn’t be thinking like that. She had given the baby away and that was that, she wasn’t the mom anymore Shelby was and she’d just have to accept that. That’s when she heard Riley say that he was might try out for Glee Club, obviously trying to change the subject but for that she was grateful if nothing else. So, she tried to nonchalantly dry the tears that had began to form in her eyes and looked back up at him. “Awesome, I bet you’ll totally nail it!” She muttered, putting – or at least trying to – the optimism back into her voice.
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Post by RILEY GRAYSON TAYLOR on Sept 28, 2011 17:04:16 GMT -5
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Riley couldn't help but notice the quiver in Quinn's voice, even after she tried to be cheerful again (not that it was really working). He couldn't really blame her, though, knowing that the transition from being vulnerable to happy again was slower than she was trying to make it; things just didn't work in a heartbeat, not with emotions. Riley tried to offer her a sympathetic smile, but he couldn't say he knew how she felt. The only person he'd ever lost was his grandmother, and they hadn't been all that close...but he supposed that was what made those things hurt. You spend your whole life wanting to know them, but don't realize it until it's too late and they're gone. Riley figured that was how Quinn was feeling, at least, and his smile became fused with genuine empathy the more he considered it.
"Thanks," Riley muttered, lowering his eyes back down at his keyboard, but not typing anything. His cheeks were a little pink; he wasn't used to receiving compliments. He was starting to get that feeling of certain doom deep in the pit of his stomach, now that he had completely realized what he had said he was going to do. He wasn't about to back out, but he needed to get his emotions on track and figure out this stage fright thing...plus, he still had no idea what he was going to sing. He didn't know who to ask about it, either, was the thing - unless he asked Quinn. "Hey, what do you think I sh-" he started, but was interrupted when he noticed the time in the corner of his computer screen.
"Crap!" Riley exclaimed, suddenly flipping out. "I'm really sorry; I've gotta go. I've got baseball practice in, like...well, now, but we'll talk again soon, okay?" His long fingers drummed impatiently on the edge of the table; he was halfway out of his seat waiting for his laptop to shut down. As soon as the screen went black, he lept from his chair, accidentally knocking it over in the process, and called, "See ya, Quinn! waving over his shoulder as he speed-walked in the general direction of the door, though he was on the verge of walking into the wall since he wasn't really watching where he was going anyways.
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