To Burden Your Mouth For What You Say
Fandom: General Hospital/Glee
Characters: Johnny Zacchara & Quinn Fabray
Title: The Opposite Sides On Which We Fall
Rating: pg
Word Count: 582
Summary: I can't continue pretending to choose...
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author’s Note: Eighth of my 2011 Advent Fics, this one for ciaimpala. I'm sorry guys, I know I have a bunch of days missing, but I had managed to get a few of these written before NaNo started up. They'll all get done eventually.
“Come on, we’ve all done it before.”
She should have known that glint of evil in Mack’s eye, she’d done the same thing before, to freshman Cheerios, to Rachel Berry.
She was still the outsider, she was no Skank. They’d all been backing each other up since the second grade, she was a nobody to them.
This was how she was supposed to prove herself.
She had been surprised when the Skanks had told her to sign up for the overnight visit to Port Charles University- she didn’t think any of them were really up for college, didn’t think any of them planned that far ahead. But Mack explained it, it was just a chance to get out of Lima for the weekend, try to use their fake id’s somewhere other than the bowling alley. No one gave a shit about checking out the school. Quinn made sure she tossed out the brochure before she followed the rest of the girls onto the bus.
“Come on, you barely have to give him a handie, just grab his wallet when his pants are down and run,” Mack giggled. “What are you, afraid?”
And those were the magic words. No, she wasn’t afraid. She would do anything they did. Besides, this was just a harmless old man, he wouldn’t be any trouble.
“Well, what’s your name, little girl,” he said, once she had convinced him to come talk to her in the darkness of the alley on the piers. He pushed her back against the wall, surprisingly strong, and kept his hand on her arm. “I’m Anthony.”
“I’m...Rachel,” Quinn lied, using the first name that came to mind. “You ready for a party, Anthony?” She was smiling, freezing her lips into a straight line, but blood rushed through her ears when she heard his belt buckle swish. No!
“What the fuck are you doing?” The voice was deep, angry and Quinn welcomed it more than any other sound in the world, if it meant what was going on was going to stop. Anthony stopped moving for a second and she held her breath, and then he let her go. She ran to the side, all of her bravado gone immediately.
The owner of the voice was a younger guy, but far more intimidating. He was standing at the mouth of the alley, blocking any way out, but nobody had their hands on her any more so that was something.
“Johnny, you’re interrupting me and my young friend here,” Anthony sneered, but he made no further moves toward her, and Quinn inched closer to the edge of the alley, trying to see if she could slip by the young man he called Johnny.
“Young is right,” Johnny answered. He turned to Quinn with intense brown eyes and she knew there was no way she could slip around him, unnoticed. “What are you, fifteen?”
She could hear Mack’s voice in her head, what are you, afraid? and she tried to stand up straighter. “Old enough.”
Johnny snorted, clearly not buying her. He looked back at Anthony. “You better beat it, old man, you don’t need this shit at this point.”
Anthony rolled his eyes, but he listened, and stepped around Johnny, giving her a wide berth. She glanced at Johnny out of the corner of his eye, wondering what could scare a guy like Anthony.
She gulped.
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Characters: Johnny Zacchara & Quinn Fabray
Title: The Opposite Sides On Which We Fall
Rating: pg
Word Count: 582
Summary: I can't continue pretending to choose...
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author’s Note: Eighth of my 2011 Advent Fics, this one for ciaimpala. I'm sorry guys, I know I have a bunch of days missing, but I had managed to get a few of these written before NaNo started up. They'll all get done eventually.
“Come on, we’ve all done it before.”
She should have known that glint of evil in Mack’s eye, she’d done the same thing before, to freshman Cheerios, to Rachel Berry.
She was still the outsider, she was no Skank. They’d all been backing each other up since the second grade, she was a nobody to them.
This was how she was supposed to prove herself.
She had been surprised when the Skanks had told her to sign up for the overnight visit to Port Charles University- she didn’t think any of them were really up for college, didn’t think any of them planned that far ahead. But Mack explained it, it was just a chance to get out of Lima for the weekend, try to use their fake id’s somewhere other than the bowling alley. No one gave a shit about checking out the school. Quinn made sure she tossed out the brochure before she followed the rest of the girls onto the bus.
“Come on, you barely have to give him a handie, just grab his wallet when his pants are down and run,” Mack giggled. “What are you, afraid?”
And those were the magic words. No, she wasn’t afraid. She would do anything they did. Besides, this was just a harmless old man, he wouldn’t be any trouble.
“Well, what’s your name, little girl,” he said, once she had convinced him to come talk to her in the darkness of the alley on the piers. He pushed her back against the wall, surprisingly strong, and kept his hand on her arm. “I’m Anthony.”
“I’m...Rachel,” Quinn lied, using the first name that came to mind. “You ready for a party, Anthony?” She was smiling, freezing her lips into a straight line, but blood rushed through her ears when she heard his belt buckle swish. No!
“What the fuck are you doing?” The voice was deep, angry and Quinn welcomed it more than any other sound in the world, if it meant what was going on was going to stop. Anthony stopped moving for a second and she held her breath, and then he let her go. She ran to the side, all of her bravado gone immediately.
The owner of the voice was a younger guy, but far more intimidating. He was standing at the mouth of the alley, blocking any way out, but nobody had their hands on her any more so that was something.
“Johnny, you’re interrupting me and my young friend here,” Anthony sneered, but he made no further moves toward her, and Quinn inched closer to the edge of the alley, trying to see if she could slip by the young man he called Johnny.
“Young is right,” Johnny answered. He turned to Quinn with intense brown eyes and she knew there was no way she could slip around him, unnoticed. “What are you, fifteen?”
She could hear Mack’s voice in her head, what are you, afraid? and she tried to stand up straighter. “Old enough.”
Johnny snorted, clearly not buying her. He looked back at Anthony. “You better beat it, old man, you don’t need this shit at this point.”
Anthony rolled his eyes, but he listened, and stepped around Johnny, giving her a wide berth. She glanced at Johnny out of the corner of his eye, wondering what could scare a guy like Anthony.
She gulped.
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