When Vanessa Dawson heard her youngest son slam the door and throw his bag on the floor before stomping into the TV room, she knew he was having a bad day.
"Time to get the Oreos out..." she said to herself, smiling.
Vanessa always had a soft spot for her youngest, who was still a third grader. She loved all three of her children (the eldest were twin girls, Audrey and Stacey, and were already in eighth grade), but Ryan Dawson, who had inherited her red hair, was her heart.
She slowly approached him, carrying a plate full of Double Stuffed Oreos, and a tall glass of milk. One of the old Spiderman films was on HBO, and he was watching it, uninterested. "Hey, Ry," Vanessa said softly, sitting next to him. "Got you some Oreos."
"Thanks, Mom," Ryan replied, looking at her slowly, a hand darting out to take an Oreo.
"Is this the first one, with Goblin?"
"Nah, Doc Ock," Ryan said, continuing to stare at the screen. "I'm glad it's this one; the third one sucked."
"Tell me about it," Vanessa replied, making Ryan laugh.
Ryan loved his mom. She was cool, not like other moms. She actually knew the names of the Avengers and all the superheroes, and didn't get Hawkeye and Captain America mixed up. She also knew all of their alter egos. Sometimes, he secretly thought that she was better at being a guy than his own dad, who didn't even like watching superhero movies. So, that was why he decided to tell her what was on his mind.
"There's this girl at school who won't leave me alone," he said sullenly, making Vanessa smile.
"What's her name?"
"Ugh. Mom. It's not like that," he said, looking at her and frowning. "She always, always, always teases me. She thinks she's so much better than me. She only raises her hand to answer if I'm raising my hand, and she always raises it first. And she kicks my chair and teases me about my glasses and-"
"Bully problems, Ry?" Alex Dawson, Vanessa's husband, came charging in the room, loosening his tie. He bent down to kiss Vanessa and Ryan on the forehead. "Give me his name, so-"
Vanessa shot her eyes at her husband. "She's a girl, Alex. Honestly." Ryan laughed.
"Then... uh... pull her pigtails or something. Nessie, do we have any steak?" Alex walked towards the kitchen. The twins paraded through the door, just arriving from school.
"Dad, no one wears pigtails anymore," Stacey and Audrey chorused, rolling their eyes. "Even the third graders. Right, Ry?"
"Uh, yeah," Ryan said, back to being quiet again. Vanessa sighed, and waited for the girls to go upstairs to talk or do homework, and for Alex to start cooking. When the living room was finally quiet, Vanessa turned back to Ryan.
"Does she make you mad, Ry?" Vanessa asked.
Ryan took another Oreo, and shook his head. "She's annoying, but she doesn't make me mad," he said thoughtfully. "She's like a -" he turned his head to the side, watching his mom, who had a smile on her face. He blushed. "Mom..."
"What?" she said, reaching a hand over to ruffle his head. "It's perfectly normal to have an enemy at your age."
"Really?"
She nodded. "There was this guy back when I was in second grade. He would tug my pigtails, duct tape things to my desk like gum and rocks and things... He even cut off a whole two inches off of my hair one time, and that was the last straw."
Ryan was fascinated. He had never heard this story before. "Then what happened?"
"Well, our moms got so fed up with us that they made us become friends." She smiled, reminiscing.
"And did you become friends?" Ryan asked doubtfully.
"We became best friends," Vanessa said, laughing at her son's incredulous face. "Now am I going to have to call this young lady's mother, or are you going to take it like a man?"
He paused, and shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I'm just going to have to see what she does tomorrow," he said, resigned. But she saw something in his eyes; his attitude towards the girl had changed. Success! she thought to herself, smiling. Now that the plate of Oreos was almost gone, she knew her job was done.
"I'm going to make some dinner, Ry. Those Oreos better not have spoiled your appetite." She told him, before getting up.
"No, mom," he said obediently, and she nodded. Before she exited the room, he called her attention. "Mom?"
"Mm?"
"Her name's Amy Robinson, by the way. Awful Amy."
She laughed, and shook her head at his nickname for her. Vanessa entered the kitchen, where her husband was already preparing the steak. "Girl problems?" he asked her, as she watched him sprinkle the meat with salt and pepper.
"Yup," she said, tying back her hair in a long ponytail. "He calls her Awful Amy," she said, standing next to him and winking.
"Awful Amy? Now I know he takes after you," he said, nudging her playfully with his shoulder.
"Of course he does, Awful Alex," she said, stepping up on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Yay for more notes!
Hiii~! Okay, so here are some updates on my work.
1. It seems you guys are liking this, and at least viewing this. Thanks for all of that! Every time the numbers go up, I feel a bit more happy.
2. I have started to add lyric picture things to my stories. Like, whatever song I was listening to/was inspired by, will have their lyrics (or like a line or two) posted at the bottom. But I'm starting slowly, so yeah, don't expect them right away.
3. I am starting to love different pairings. These particular pairs (so far!) are of course, Gian and Olivia Elle, the rock star and the civilian; Levi Sawyer and Quinn Amity, the Gus and Hazel Grace of Daily Lovebugs; and just recently, Wesley and Andromeda, the poet and the introvert (although you haven't seen much of his 'poetry' yet). I will mark their little stories with 'A GO story', 'SQ' or 'WA'.
4. Upcoming stories: A request for Glory, a band story, and of course, a first kiss. Because I haven't written about anyone kissing anyone yet. Huh. I want it to be SPECIAL.
That's it for now! Thanks so much for following this blog. You guys are AWESOME. Because everything is awesome~!
1. It seems you guys are liking this, and at least viewing this. Thanks for all of that! Every time the numbers go up, I feel a bit more happy.
2. I have started to add lyric picture things to my stories. Like, whatever song I was listening to/was inspired by, will have their lyrics (or like a line or two) posted at the bottom. But I'm starting slowly, so yeah, don't expect them right away.
3. I am starting to love different pairings. These particular pairs (so far!) are of course, Gian and Olivia Elle, the rock star and the civilian; Levi Sawyer and Quinn Amity, the Gus and Hazel Grace of Daily Lovebugs; and just recently, Wesley and Andromeda, the poet and the introvert (although you haven't seen much of his 'poetry' yet). I will mark their little stories with 'A GO story', 'SQ' or 'WA'.
4. Upcoming stories: A request for Glory, a band story, and of course, a first kiss. Because I haven't written about anyone kissing anyone yet. Huh. I want it to be SPECIAL.
That's it for now! Thanks so much for following this blog. You guys are AWESOME. Because everything is awesome~!
9. Enigma
Tall, thin, wavy black hair and bright blue eyes. Black eyeliner, thick eyeglasses, and usually dark-colored clothes. She was quiet and didn't speak often, but there was no doubt she was brilliant and street smart. The only thing that didn't define her as the stereotypical introverted girl was the fact that she wasn't bullied. At all. She wasn't exactly a goth girl, she was just... well... shy. People respected her, and she had her own brand of coolness; her photographs. She could capture moments that were perfect. And people loved her pictures, but for some reason, there wasn't really one person who would become her friend.
That was the enigma that was Andromeda Vance.
The enigma was currently leaning against her locker, adjusting her eyeglasses before leaving for her next class. She was wearing a big black sweater over ratty jeans and a white tank. Her tattered Converse high tops were black and had stars doodled over the white spot on her toes. "Anj!"
She turned around and saw a... well there was no other way to describe the 'perky' cheerleader with long red hair and freckles over her nose. A common misconception was that all head cheerleaders were mean blondes with egos bigger than their hair. Not this one. "Daisy."
Daisy Carmichael grinned and reached out to grasp both of Andromeda's hands. "Anj, you have to be the photographer for the yearbook candid shots. Please."
Andromeda, fondly called 'Anj' or 'Andr' ('dr' sounded like 'j' for her classmates, but she honestly didn't mind. In her opinion, it was a really sweet nickname, although she had no problems with being called 'Andromeda'.), was the candid shot photographer last year. She loved what she did; more than that, she did an extremely good job because of her stealth. Being quiet meant she could take pictures of people without them knowing it.
People already subconsciously checked if their hair or makeup looked good whenever Andromeda passed by, even if she wasn't carrying around her trusty camera. She nodded shyly, and looked at Daisy with a small smile, even though Daisy was easily shorter than her. "Okay."
Daisy squealed. "Thank you! I'll be sure to tell the yearbook team. You rock, Anj!" she smiled, and leaned in for a hug, which Andromeda awkwardly accepted.
"Thanks," she said in a soft whisper, while Daisy walked - or flounced, away.
(*)
"Who's that?"
The new kid, Wesley Adams, nudged his new friend, Jackson Staunton, and nodded in the direction of the tall girl, and the slightly shorter, obviously preppy, redhead. Jackson turned away from ogling a girl with a tight shirt, and looked in the direction Wesley was pointing. "Oh, uhm, that's Daisy Carmichael. Wanna tap that? She's taken. You know. By like, four other guys."
Wesley was taken aback. She didn't seem like the type, so he told him. Jackson laughed, and Wesley was confused. "What's so funny?"
"I thought you were talking about Daisy. Nah, I see you mean Anj."
"Anj..." he said slowly, noting that there was a lot of unspoken words behind it. Anj... what was it short for? Angelina? Angelica? What was she like? Was she a studious student, or a druggie, or-
"Anj is... huh. Quiet."
"Quiet? In what way?" Wesley's attention went back to the duo, who were now in excited conversation; at least, Daisy was. She was practically jumping up and down with excitement, while 'Anj' looked like she had no idea what to do. He smiled to himself.
"She's a... what do they call those kinds of people that are like really shy and quiet-"
"An introvert?"
"Yeah!" Jackson clapped his hands and nodded excitedly. "Introvert. She's an introvert. But she takes really good pictures. I mean, really good pictures. She's really nice when you talk to her, but she's kinda... eh," he seemed embarrassed. "Kinda invisible."
"I see..." Wesley murmured, narrowing his dark blue eyes and running a hand through his dark hair. "Wait, what's 'Anj' short for?"
"Andromeda Vance," Jackson said immediately. Wesley gave him a quick grin, and Jackson flushed. "Everyone knows her name."
Wesley looked at Andromeda, and nearly chuckled when he saw her being embraced by the obviously enthusiastic Daisy Carmichael. He smiled to himself. "She sounds like an... Enigma."
(*)
Andromeda hugged her books to her chest as she watched Daisy flounce away, and was suddenly aware of the feeling that someone was watching her. She shuddered; she hated that feeling. Although, she couldn't help but look to the side, and was startled to see a tall, (way taller than her, which made her estimate his height at 6'2), good looking guy, staring right back at her. His hair was on the borderline of being too long, but it worked on him. She blushed, and realized that she had been ogling him. Abruptly turning away, she promised herself not to look back at this... Enigma.
Okay, maybe one more time.
She looked behind her, and caught him staring at her - again. She blushed, and turned away determinedly; but not before she saw him wink at her.
That was the enigma that was Andromeda Vance.
The enigma was currently leaning against her locker, adjusting her eyeglasses before leaving for her next class. She was wearing a big black sweater over ratty jeans and a white tank. Her tattered Converse high tops were black and had stars doodled over the white spot on her toes. "Anj!"
She turned around and saw a... well there was no other way to describe the 'perky' cheerleader with long red hair and freckles over her nose. A common misconception was that all head cheerleaders were mean blondes with egos bigger than their hair. Not this one. "Daisy."
Daisy Carmichael grinned and reached out to grasp both of Andromeda's hands. "Anj, you have to be the photographer for the yearbook candid shots. Please."
Andromeda, fondly called 'Anj' or 'Andr' ('dr' sounded like 'j' for her classmates, but she honestly didn't mind. In her opinion, it was a really sweet nickname, although she had no problems with being called 'Andromeda'.), was the candid shot photographer last year. She loved what she did; more than that, she did an extremely good job because of her stealth. Being quiet meant she could take pictures of people without them knowing it.
People already subconsciously checked if their hair or makeup looked good whenever Andromeda passed by, even if she wasn't carrying around her trusty camera. She nodded shyly, and looked at Daisy with a small smile, even though Daisy was easily shorter than her. "Okay."
Daisy squealed. "Thank you! I'll be sure to tell the yearbook team. You rock, Anj!" she smiled, and leaned in for a hug, which Andromeda awkwardly accepted.
"Thanks," she said in a soft whisper, while Daisy walked - or flounced, away.
(*)
"Who's that?"
The new kid, Wesley Adams, nudged his new friend, Jackson Staunton, and nodded in the direction of the tall girl, and the slightly shorter, obviously preppy, redhead. Jackson turned away from ogling a girl with a tight shirt, and looked in the direction Wesley was pointing. "Oh, uhm, that's Daisy Carmichael. Wanna tap that? She's taken. You know. By like, four other guys."
Wesley was taken aback. She didn't seem like the type, so he told him. Jackson laughed, and Wesley was confused. "What's so funny?"
"I thought you were talking about Daisy. Nah, I see you mean Anj."
"Anj..." he said slowly, noting that there was a lot of unspoken words behind it. Anj... what was it short for? Angelina? Angelica? What was she like? Was she a studious student, or a druggie, or-
"Anj is... huh. Quiet."
"Quiet? In what way?" Wesley's attention went back to the duo, who were now in excited conversation; at least, Daisy was. She was practically jumping up and down with excitement, while 'Anj' looked like she had no idea what to do. He smiled to himself.
"She's a... what do they call those kinds of people that are like really shy and quiet-"
"An introvert?"
"Yeah!" Jackson clapped his hands and nodded excitedly. "Introvert. She's an introvert. But she takes really good pictures. I mean, really good pictures. She's really nice when you talk to her, but she's kinda... eh," he seemed embarrassed. "Kinda invisible."
"I see..." Wesley murmured, narrowing his dark blue eyes and running a hand through his dark hair. "Wait, what's 'Anj' short for?"
"Andromeda Vance," Jackson said immediately. Wesley gave him a quick grin, and Jackson flushed. "Everyone knows her name."
Wesley looked at Andromeda, and nearly chuckled when he saw her being embraced by the obviously enthusiastic Daisy Carmichael. He smiled to himself. "She sounds like an... Enigma."
(*)
Andromeda hugged her books to her chest as she watched Daisy flounce away, and was suddenly aware of the feeling that someone was watching her. She shuddered; she hated that feeling. Although, she couldn't help but look to the side, and was startled to see a tall, (way taller than her, which made her estimate his height at 6'2), good looking guy, staring right back at her. His hair was on the borderline of being too long, but it worked on him. She blushed, and realized that she had been ogling him. Abruptly turning away, she promised herself not to look back at this... Enigma.
Okay, maybe one more time.
She looked behind her, and caught him staring at her - again. She blushed, and turned away determinedly; but not before she saw him wink at her.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
8. Guessing Game (An SQ Story)
"I think that it's just really unfair that you can tease me with MY middle name, and I can't tease you with yours."
"Well, better get used to that, because I love watching you pout. Ow!"
Quinn Amity Gregory scowled at Sawyer Neeman, her hand still bunched in a fist. Sawyer clutched at his shoulder, wincing. "That, I will not love. You pack a punch."
"And I thought you knew I box during my spare time," she said smugly, and opened her Anglo-Saxon literature book again. "Come on, study time is study time."
The two were now in their second semester at college - garnering high grades in their subjects. Sawyer was trying to make his extremely real feelings known to the subdued, studious Quinn, but she wouldn't give. Not externally, any way. Flipping the pages of her book absently, she mused about their lives. It wasn't that Quinn didn't like him - hell, she wasn't an idiot. She knew that Sawyer was practically a real life Augustus Waters. It was just that she needed a bit more proof than his amazingly wonderful attitude, and amazing good looks and laugh and smile and why on earth did she just not want to let him into her life? She groaned inwardly.
Sawyer had a small smile on his face as he watched her study. God, she's beautiful, he thought to himself. He found her just so goddamned interesting that he had invested about 5 months into getting to know her. The fact that she wouldn't give him a chance just made her even more interesting. Quinn was the first girl he was genuinely interested in, and even if she wouldn't believe him, he had to prove her wrong. "Tell you what, let's play a game. A challenge, if you will."
He watched her eyes snap up. Aha, he thought to himself. Quinn loved a challenge. "I'm listening..."
"If you can guess my middle name, I'll be a good boy for a good whole two weeks."
She returned his grin with a leveled stare. "Good boy, meaning...?"
"Meaning I'll study, not flirt with you, not make any sexual innuendos in class, get high grades, not cheat, uhm, basically, you know, your typical good boy." He rolled his eyes.
She laughed. "Okay, deal. How many chances do I get?" Quinn put away her book, which he took as a good sign. Whenever she put down whatever book she was reading, it meant her full attention was on him.
"As many as you want," he said confidently.
"You know I could just Google a baby name book and have your middle name by like, the end of our free period."
"You really think you have a chance at guessing my middle name in a book titled, '500,000 Baby Names'? he teased.
Quinn, who already had her phone out, scowled at him. "Alright, you have a point. Do I get hints?"
"If you go twenty names without being close, I'll start giving you hints," he said.
"Andrew, Adam, Brandon, Carter, Gregory, Jack, Keith, Noel, Nathan, Randall, Lionel, Michael, Thatcher, Chase, Stewart-"
"Imagine that. Sawyer Stewart Neeman." He shuddered. "It sounds so nerdy."
"Oh, shut up," she admonished. "For all you know, there's a completely buff Sawyer Stewart Neeman in... Paris or some other far-off place, who is tall, mysterious, and has had way more action than you."
"Neeman isn't a French name."
She glared at him. "Harry, Drew, Edward, Eric, Vance, Clayton, Tony - I think I'm over twenty, now."
"Alright, alright. Uhmmm let's see. You know this name because you say it a lot. Like, a whole lot."
Now she looked confused. "What? I do?" She thought back. "Trevor," she said, naming off one of their friends. He shook his head. "Alex, Donny, James?" She named another three of their classmates back in French 1. He shook his head again. "Robert." That was her father's name.
"Imagine what fun that would be if your dad and I had some similarities." He winked.
She groaned, and continued rattling off names, some so simple and mundane as "Bob" and even going as far as suggesting "Draco Malfoy" and "Napoleon". "I give up, Sawyer."
His eyes gleamed. "Seriously?"
"Yes." She sighed, and glared balefully at him. "I have this feeling you're pulling my leg. Ah, never mind. I prefer you as a bad boy, anyway." She turned away and blushed madly, hoping he wouldn't notice. She knew it would be ridiculous to even consider the thought.
"What was that? Could Quinn Amity Gregory actually have a soft spot for my bad boy-ness?" He inched closer to her, and watched in amusement as she inched away.
"Your head is getting way too big for my liking, Neeman," she hissed, and he fake-winced.
"Your hisses jab me in the heart with thy cruel words!" he cried out dramatically, turning away dramatically. When she didn't reply, he chuckled, and stared at her. "Shame though, since you actually guessed it right after you gave up."
Her eyes bugged open, and he nearly laughed out loud as he took in her surprised look. "What? What?"
"You guessed it," he said smugly, but without any malice.
Quinn screwed her face up in concentration and thought really, really hard. He waited for her to get it; he knew she would. She was a smart girl. Her eyes flew open then, and she hit him in the shoulder. Hard.
"Ow!!"
"Your middle name is Sawyer!?" she screeched, hitting him repeatedly. "You little bitch!"
He laughed out loud; he rarely saw her riled up like this. "I never said it was my first name," he said. "And you notice that I said nothing against you not knowing my middle name."
Sawyer let Quinn take out all her anger on him, and he smiled to himself. He was whipped. If this were any other girl, he'd find this annoying. But no. She finally ceased, and focused her brown eyes on him. "So what's your first name, then?" He had a small smirk on his face, and she groaned. "Are we going to go through the whole guessing game again? Because if we are I am so going to-"
"Levi."
"-make sure that I guess that and - wait, what?"
He smiled. "Levi Sawyer Neeman."
"Levi Sawyer Neeman." She tried it out, and Sawyer tried to hide how much he loved hearing her say his whole name. "Levi Sawyer Neeman." He laughed.
"I know my name's sexy, but you don't have to say it more times than necessary." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"So, can I call you Levi, now?"
He groaned. "Now I know how you feel when I call you Quinn Amity."
Her tone lightened, and she teased him. "Well, get used to it. I'm going to be calling you Levi for a long time."
Sawyer leaned in close to her, leaving her breathless. With his lips right next to her ear, he whispered. "Quinn, I'd let you call me anything you call me."
"Well, better get used to that, because I love watching you pout. Ow!"
Quinn Amity Gregory scowled at Sawyer Neeman, her hand still bunched in a fist. Sawyer clutched at his shoulder, wincing. "That, I will not love. You pack a punch."
"And I thought you knew I box during my spare time," she said smugly, and opened her Anglo-Saxon literature book again. "Come on, study time is study time."
The two were now in their second semester at college - garnering high grades in their subjects. Sawyer was trying to make his extremely real feelings known to the subdued, studious Quinn, but she wouldn't give. Not externally, any way. Flipping the pages of her book absently, she mused about their lives. It wasn't that Quinn didn't like him - hell, she wasn't an idiot. She knew that Sawyer was practically a real life Augustus Waters. It was just that she needed a bit more proof than his amazingly wonderful attitude, and amazing good looks and laugh and smile and why on earth did she just not want to let him into her life? She groaned inwardly.
Sawyer had a small smile on his face as he watched her study. God, she's beautiful, he thought to himself. He found her just so goddamned interesting that he had invested about 5 months into getting to know her. The fact that she wouldn't give him a chance just made her even more interesting. Quinn was the first girl he was genuinely interested in, and even if she wouldn't believe him, he had to prove her wrong. "Tell you what, let's play a game. A challenge, if you will."
He watched her eyes snap up. Aha, he thought to himself. Quinn loved a challenge. "I'm listening..."
"If you can guess my middle name, I'll be a good boy for a good whole two weeks."
She returned his grin with a leveled stare. "Good boy, meaning...?"
"Meaning I'll study, not flirt with you, not make any sexual innuendos in class, get high grades, not cheat, uhm, basically, you know, your typical good boy." He rolled his eyes.
She laughed. "Okay, deal. How many chances do I get?" Quinn put away her book, which he took as a good sign. Whenever she put down whatever book she was reading, it meant her full attention was on him.
"As many as you want," he said confidently.
"You know I could just Google a baby name book and have your middle name by like, the end of our free period."
"You really think you have a chance at guessing my middle name in a book titled, '500,000 Baby Names'? he teased.
Quinn, who already had her phone out, scowled at him. "Alright, you have a point. Do I get hints?"
"If you go twenty names without being close, I'll start giving you hints," he said.
"Andrew, Adam, Brandon, Carter, Gregory, Jack, Keith, Noel, Nathan, Randall, Lionel, Michael, Thatcher, Chase, Stewart-"
"Imagine that. Sawyer Stewart Neeman." He shuddered. "It sounds so nerdy."
"Oh, shut up," she admonished. "For all you know, there's a completely buff Sawyer Stewart Neeman in... Paris or some other far-off place, who is tall, mysterious, and has had way more action than you."
"Neeman isn't a French name."
She glared at him. "Harry, Drew, Edward, Eric, Vance, Clayton, Tony - I think I'm over twenty, now."
"Alright, alright. Uhmmm let's see. You know this name because you say it a lot. Like, a whole lot."
Now she looked confused. "What? I do?" She thought back. "Trevor," she said, naming off one of their friends. He shook his head. "Alex, Donny, James?" She named another three of their classmates back in French 1. He shook his head again. "Robert." That was her father's name.
"Imagine what fun that would be if your dad and I had some similarities." He winked.
She groaned, and continued rattling off names, some so simple and mundane as "Bob" and even going as far as suggesting "Draco Malfoy" and "Napoleon". "I give up, Sawyer."
His eyes gleamed. "Seriously?"
"Yes." She sighed, and glared balefully at him. "I have this feeling you're pulling my leg. Ah, never mind. I prefer you as a bad boy, anyway." She turned away and blushed madly, hoping he wouldn't notice. She knew it would be ridiculous to even consider the thought.
"What was that? Could Quinn Amity Gregory actually have a soft spot for my bad boy-ness?" He inched closer to her, and watched in amusement as she inched away.
"Your head is getting way too big for my liking, Neeman," she hissed, and he fake-winced.
"Your hisses jab me in the heart with thy cruel words!" he cried out dramatically, turning away dramatically. When she didn't reply, he chuckled, and stared at her. "Shame though, since you actually guessed it right after you gave up."
Her eyes bugged open, and he nearly laughed out loud as he took in her surprised look. "What? What?"
"You guessed it," he said smugly, but without any malice.
Quinn screwed her face up in concentration and thought really, really hard. He waited for her to get it; he knew she would. She was a smart girl. Her eyes flew open then, and she hit him in the shoulder. Hard.
"Ow!!"
"Your middle name is Sawyer!?" she screeched, hitting him repeatedly. "You little bitch!"
He laughed out loud; he rarely saw her riled up like this. "I never said it was my first name," he said. "And you notice that I said nothing against you not knowing my middle name."
Sawyer let Quinn take out all her anger on him, and he smiled to himself. He was whipped. If this were any other girl, he'd find this annoying. But no. She finally ceased, and focused her brown eyes on him. "So what's your first name, then?" He had a small smirk on his face, and she groaned. "Are we going to go through the whole guessing game again? Because if we are I am so going to-"
"Levi."
"-make sure that I guess that and - wait, what?"
He smiled. "Levi Sawyer Neeman."
"Levi Sawyer Neeman." She tried it out, and Sawyer tried to hide how much he loved hearing her say his whole name. "Levi Sawyer Neeman." He laughed.
"I know my name's sexy, but you don't have to say it more times than necessary." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"So, can I call you Levi, now?"
He groaned. "Now I know how you feel when I call you Quinn Amity."
Her tone lightened, and she teased him. "Well, get used to it. I'm going to be calling you Levi for a long time."
Sawyer leaned in close to her, leaving her breathless. With his lips right next to her ear, he whispered. "Quinn, I'd let you call me anything you call me."
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