Young love can still be real love.

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"Someone,"-Charlie grabbed a piece of toast and glanced at Newt-"is in an awfully good mood."

"Ugh."Quill groaned as she drank some of her coffee. Charlie wouldn't admit it out loud but he honestly believed that so much black coffee had been the reason why her soul was now black. Newt, however, did not seem to mind her negative behavior as he continued looking at his phone with a soft smile.

"Newt, are you with us?"

"Huh?"

"Who are you texting?"

Newt got flustered and brought his phone a bit closer to his chest."No one!"

"Thomas."Quill mumbled making Newt glare at her"Not my fault that you can't hide your phone."

"Oh."Charlie whispered with a look that reminded Newt of Skye. The other boy stood up and grabbed his back.

"I'm gonna go to school now."

"Wait! I have questions."Charlie laughed while grabbing his bag. He left his half-eaten toast on his plate and ran after Newt."Bye Quill!"

(as soon as the door closed, Quill glanced behind her and smiled for only one second.)

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"Please, don't let me drink without supervision."Quinn told Brendon as she placed a hand on her stomach. Brendon smiled at her and gave her a quick hug."Ouch!"

"Sorry, ballerina."Brendon apologized.

"I feel like that drink ruined half of my body."

"At least you had fun, right?"

Had she? She had. Probably. From what she remembered. She danced, she laughed and she remembered talking to Rachel. Yet she couldn't quite remember what they talked about. Still, when Quinn had gym class while the cheerleaders were practicing, Rachel saw her and waved. Quinn waved back. Not much of an interaction but it had made Quinn a bit happy for the rest of the day.

"Yep. You?"

"I have no idea."

"What do you mean?"

"I remember nothing, the guys said Ryan took me home but--"

"Ryan Ross took you home?"

"Yes?"

"Oh my God you lost your virginity!"

"What the fuck?"

"There's no way Ryan fuckin Ross took your drunk hot ass home and did not take advantage of you. I call that bullshit."

"First of all, when did my naive best friend turned into a Skye."Brendon told her"Secondly, he didn't take advantage of me because we're not gay and Ryan is not an ass."

"Both of these statements are incorrect."Quinn argued"Everyone is a little gay, it's science."

"Since when?"

"Since Phil Lester met no homo Howell."

"I'm leaving."Brendon shout at her, grabbed his math book and began walking to class.

"You can run but you can't hide!"

.

"It's a B."

"No, no it's an F."

"I don't know."Dan told Phil"It looks like a B to me."

"No, Howell, Lester is right. It's an F." Mr Schuester explained to Dan who groaned. The bell rang and slowly all the students left the class. Only Phil and Dan remained seated to their desks, Dan looking at the test as if it where his death date."Is he alright?"

"I don't even know."Phil whispered and lightly shook Dan's shoulder"Dan?"

"I'm gonna fail. I'm gonna fail like never before."he repeated more to himself than to Phil"Mr Schue, you have to help me."

"Dan, you don't know Spanish."

"I know Despacito."

"Not good enough."Mr Schue argued"But my offer about the school play still stands."

This was clearly a blackmailing situation and Dan could easily report it to the principal. But, on the other hand, he was truly desperate. Dan sighed, looked at Phil who appeared confused, and then back at his teacher."What time are the rehearsals?"

"As soon as we find more people to join."

"Great, so excited."

He really wasn't.

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Ryan was having a bad day.

At least that was what Patrick concluded when he saw him repeatedly stabbing his lunch with a fork. "Fruits have souls."

"I don't fuckin care."Ryan argued"Hey, do you like tall guys?"

"What?"

"Would you date a tall guy?"

"Is this a trick question? Did Pete put you up to this?"

"No."Ryan said not breaking eye contact with whatever he was looking at."But like tall guys are clumsy and unattractive."

"It really depends on the guy. Finn Hudson for example, yes, he's an awful giant but,"-Patrick took a bite of his own lunch-"Dallon Weekes, who you've been looking for about fifteen minutes, is pretty handsome so I approve."

"What?"Ryan yelled making his fruits fall from his plate"What do you mean  handsome? He's like a giraffe."

"Racism towards tall people?"Patrick asked"Tall people are gentle and caring, facts."

Ryan scoffed and continued looking at Dallon was moving towards Brendon, all smiling and laughing. Who was this Dallon, anyway? Ryan had seen him around, but he was always quiet and reserved. Now, however, as Brendon let out a big laugh, Dallon didn't seem as reserved as Ryan thought.

"I think Brendon agrees with me for that one."

"Hey Patrick?"

"Yes?"

"Fuck you."

"Sorry, I'm in a relationship."