there are no words left to say it's true * Quinn

[ANDREW MICHAEL GRACEY]

The powder blue pick up truck sputtered lightly before stopping altogether. Andrew Wyatt let out a deep sigh and rested his head on the steering wheel. Perhaps it was a mistake to take the truck in the worst shape possible on his cross country road trip, but he was so determined to leave that he hadn't quite thought everything through. He decided to try again, perhaps this time the wretched old piece of garbage would start for him. "Please work, please!" he begged before turning the ignition again. The car sputtered again before dying out. Andy smacked the steering wheel, but injured himself more than he had harmed the car. Defeated, Andy sat in the car holding his hand for a few minutes before deciding to go back to the pier. He had just come from there and had gotten quite a few tips. Perhaps his luck would continue after his truck disobeyed him.

Andy grabbed his guitar case before pushing open the door and getting out of the truck. He locked the car and brushed his t-shirt off before heading back towards the pier. As he walked past the shops, he smiled and waved at the people passing by. Some waved back surprisingly and others turned up their noses and walked past. Andy shook it off and tried to remind himself that this wasn't Stillwater. He hadn't lived here his whole life, and people weren't used to his friendliness. He carried on until he reached the spot where he was before. He was about to set up when he spotted a pay phone close by. Andy realized that he hadn't called his mom today, and knew that she was expecting to hear from him. He picked up his guitar and schlepped it over to the phone.

Andy rummaged through his pockets until he picked out enough coins to hear a dial tone. With an excited smile he dialed the numbers to his home phone and waited. Finally, his mother picked up the phone and was ecstatic to hear her son's voice. Andy laughed and told his mom about the truck not starting. He waited until she stopped talking to tell her about the money he had made that morning playing guitar. Maybe not hundreds, but enough for a few meals. Andy ended the conversation by telling his mother about his plans to leave Capeside soon, and try and find a current map. With a sad look, he hung up and frowned. Was fame worth missing his home and family so much?

Andy made his way back to the spot and opened up the clasps to his case. In a swift movement he pulled out the guitar and began to strum lightly. Perhaps the only time that he was not clumsy was when he played the guitar. With a big smile he began to sing a Blake Shelton song and play away. He had a good feeling about today.

[canndee]

it was a quiet night in capeside. well, capeside was a fairly quiet town and quinn liked that a lot. not a whole lot of drama going on, she could be herself and just hang out at some of the small cafés, reading her books. that was when she wasn't working. but her work starting to get the best of her. she liked working at starbucks, but it was just so much the same. and the thing about dropping out from college when you were almost there, was kinda scary. made her think that it would be strange signing up again. if quinn did signed up, someone would maybe recognize her and think it was weird, because she dropped out, which they would think was weird. oh, stupid decisions.

capeside was pretty at night-time. especially the marina. it was only just starting to get dark, but the small lights in the light posts was lit. it gave her a good mood and a smile on her face. not a big one, but still big enough to make her look like she actually liked it. capeside was a nice town and quinn actually liked it. she was walking down the marina right now, just looking at some of the small shops, searching for vintage things, as she always did. then she heard something that made her curious. it was a guitar and it was only a faint sound of it. it made her interested to find out where the sound came from. so with small steps, she walked after the nice sound of guitar.

as quinn got closer, her smile grew wider. then she stopped, a few inches away from the source of the guitar playing. it was a boy. a rather tall boy, but he played good and it made her smile. quinn stayed where she was, just listening. for a moment it looked like she was staring, and maybe she was, because this music fascinated her. it made her spellbound and when he started singing, it felt like she was swooning on the inside and knees turned to jelly. he was quite adorable.

[ANDREW MICHAEL GRACEY]

Perhaps today wasn't as lucky as he would have thought. He hadn't had many tips, and people didn't seem to notice him sitting there. Andy had no idea how long he had stayed in that same spot strumming on his guitar, but when he took a break he noticed that it had gotten dark. The Marina lit up, and it took his breath away- he had never seen anything remotely close to the contrast of the lights and the water. The different colors bounced off of the water in an entrancing way, and Andy just started at the water in awe. It was natural for him not to see something like this before, seeing as how Stillwater was in the middle of nowhere, but he couldn't get over the beauty. Was New York like this? Unfortunately, Andy had only seen pictures and maybe that was going to disappoint him.

It didn't matter how dark is was, though. Andy still had to save up to rent an apartment and was currently sleeping in his truck. And seeing as how it wasn't starting, he might as well spend as much time playing on the pier as possible. With a tap to his guitar, Andy began to play again and some older lady came and dropped a few dollars into the guitar case. "Thank you, ma'am!", he exclaimed in a slight southern drawl and smiled. She smiled back and walked off. Maybe there were good people here in Capeside? Maybe there were more good people in Capeside than Stillwater? With another smile he began to play again only to notice a figure nearing him. He kept playing, but watched as the figure turned into a girl, a beautiful one at that.

Andy sat there and randomly strummed in his guitar as he watched the girl. She was the most beautiful person that he had ever seen. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beautifull smile. They locked eyes for a moment and Andy's face lit up. He almost dropped his guitar before laughing nervously. How could he talk to her? It seemed like he was speechless. But...no! Did he have the courage? Andy began to strum a tune and sang to her, "By the oceanside, a beautiful girl caught my eye, a meadow of hair and a bright smile, I wish she would talk to me for a little while." After he finished the song, he dropped the guitar altogether and his face turned beet red. Did he just do that?

[canndee]

for a moment, quinn considered giving him a few dollars, but that was something she never done. because most of the time, the street musicians was someone creepy and they would most likely use the money the earned on drugs or alcohol, and quinn wouldn't contribute to that. but this boy didn't looked like he was either an alcoholic or a drug-addict, he seemed to be a nice boy, but quinn couldn't know. quinn heard his southern accent and that was another thing that made her swoon. it was too adorable to ignore, but she couldn't just walk over there and talk to him. at least not while he was still playing. or not at all actually. quinn was shy, she never took contact to boys, quinn didn't trust boys. this one was worth no good, she was sure of it. why even bother.

then she heard him singing again, and this time it was about someone specific. he was looking straight at her and it made her blush and bite her lowerlip. could it be her that he was singing about and to? oh wow. no one had ever made a song about her... and now a complete stranger was singing to her. quinn looked away, feeling very awkward, not knowing how to react. then his song ended and people were applauding him, quinn still didn't knew how to react. then he dropped his guitar and quinn was equipped with a good heart, so she quickly ran over there, helping him pick it up, because he also dropped some of his notes and some other stuff.

she kneeled to the ground, trying to gather his notes. soon, he joined her down on the ground. and that made quinn look in all directions but his. she was blushing terribly and didn't said anything, just handed him his notes and got to her feet, standing there, while considering what to do. people were starting to walk away, so it didn't made it totally awkward. quietly, she cleared her throat and looked down at him. "t-thanks... for t-the song... i-i'm quinn." she said and waited for him to stand up.

[ANDREW MICHAEL GRACEY]

Andrew wasn't used to talking to girls. In fact, he never really did talk to girls. He'd only had one girlfriend, and they were together for about a week because she liked someone else. He had never gone further than a quick kiss on the lips and it showed when he attempted to communicate with the opposite sex. So when this girl smiled at his song, Andrew was overwhelmed. He thought that she would deny him, and think he was a crazy homeless person trying to kill her or some sort. Girls back home in Stillwater always thought that the way he talked was weird, how he constantly asked their permission for things. Most young men didn't ask a girl's permission to hold their hand, it was unheard of in this day and age.

When she rushed to help him pick up his things, Andrew's stomach felt a little queasy. Not in the bad way, but in the good way. She smelled like cinnamon and was even more beautiful close up, if that was even possible. He even brushed her hand when she handed him the papers. It was like fireworks along his skin. This feeling was so new to Andrew that he was a little scared. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if he totally embarrassed himself? But he would hate himself if he didn't try. How would he even try to talk to her? He brushed off his guitar and checked for scratches. Just one lone scrape, nothing too serious. At least he wouldn't have to pay to get it fixed.

After his guitar was settled, Andy sat back down and looked up at her. People were scattered and in a few minuters it was just the two of them. He looked back down at the ground and tried to plot out a way to speak to hear. What would he say? If he told her she was beautiful she might think he was weird. But he had also just sang a song about her. So maybe she was just being nice to him? It was nice of her to be nice to him. Argh. Andy had to settle his thoughts, he looked like a crazy person and sounded like one too. It was time for him to grow up a little, and be a real man like his father. Imagine how suprised his mother would be to hear that he had met a girl. Or would she be angry? He heard her say her name and said it to himself in his head. Quinn, Quinn, Quinn. He loved her name. Andy stopped himself again before looking back up at her with a nervous smile.

"Mmm...Hi! I'm Andrew, b-but you can call me Andy. Or Drew. Your choice really! And you're welcome I, um, hope you don't think I'm creepy!, he stuttered nervously and ended with a laugh. Right after he spoke he turned red again. Andy just made himself look like a right idiot.

[canndee]

Quinn thought back to her only boyfriend. Alexander was his name, he was one of them who would break your heart. And he did ending up breaking Quinn's heart, only after a month if dating. He kinda knew that Quinn was a prude, so he decided to cheat on her. In her bed. Not even did the image of two naked bodies rubbing against each other, scarred her for life, but Alexander was also the reason that old emotions overwhelmed Quinn.

But right now she was at the marina, currently trying to have a proper and civilized conversation with this Andrew kid. He was kind of adorable, in dorky, awkward kind of way. Quinn flashed him a small, careful smile. She noticed how much he looked at her, maybe something was stuck between her teeth or maybe she a twig in her hair. Or maybe she wad just being paranoid. A small, silent sigh escaped her lips and she shook her head and took a deep breath. She could do this.

"No, n-not creepy.. A-at all. It w-was very cute. N-n one ever written a s-song about me.' Quinn confessed. Not that a lot of people could brag about having a song written especially to you, but if was actually one of the things she found to be very romantic and Quinn sure did live romance.

Quinn looked up and caught his eyes. For the first time ever really she was able to look in a boy's eyes without having to be forced to look away. Her smile grew wider, the more she looked at his cute face.

Now it would just weird to give him tips. Wouldn't it? Quinn bit her lowerlip not sure what to say. Then why not go with epic classic; "Fine weather, tonight..." she said and looked up at the relatively dark sky, there wasn't any stars up yet. Quinn felt really awkward for not knowing what to say. It was a big deal for her to even start the conversation. Andrew was kind of cute and he seemed to be nice enough, it just wasn't in her nature to believe that there were actually decent boys out there..

Ooc; i promise from now on they'll be longer!

[ANDREW MICHAEL GRACEY]

Andrew put his guitar back in its case, but didn't close it. He had a feeling that after their conversation he might have to play for a few more hours. Although he was ecstatic to be able to meet Quinn he was somewhat regretting his trip here. He had barely any money, a lousy truck, and missed his mom like crazy. It didn't matter how much time he spent on the phone with her, he missed sitting in the kitchen with her and telling her about his life. If she was there right now he would tell her about Quinn, about how beautiful she was and how she wasn't like the girls in Stillwater. His mom would probably inquire about her background and want to know everything about her, and Andy would just roll his eyes.

Andy snapped back into reality when Quinn smiled at him. Gosh, she had the prettiest smile this side of the Mississippi. He really needed to get his head out of his ass and start talking like a normal person before she changed her mind about him. So far she didn't think he was crazy, but then again they had only been conversing for a few minutes. "Yes, the weather...dark.", he stuttered. He was about to say something else when he realized that he had completely forgotten his manners. There he was, just sitting while a lady was standing there. He jumped up from the bench, almost running into her, before he steadied himself. "Sorry! I'm a little clumsy...", he squeaked. Andy held out his hand. "Er, where I'm from we g-greet ladies properly."

After his sad attempt at a hand shake, Andy pushed brushed off the spot next to him on the bench and motioned for her to sit down. "I-I'm sorry for making you stand, please sit?", he almost begged. Being with Quinn made him the happiest that he'd been since leaving home and he didn't feel like going back to being lonely anytime soon.

[canndee]

Andrew seemed like a gentleman and Quinn actually liked that. It wasn't because she had met that many gentlemen in her life. John had been one, until the day he left. Quinn had liked her father a lot and she hadn't sensed anything until the day she heard them argue for the first time. But then from that day it had all went downhill. It had been nine years and even still, Quinn missed her father. She had needed a father figure while growing up, maybe someone to warn her about boys and tell her that she was his one and only princess. And one day when Quinn would get married, she would need her father to walk her down the aisle. A small, almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips, when she thought about that. Who was she kidding, she was never going to get married. She would always be insecure, careful little Quinn. That was the exact words Alexander had used about her, when Quinn had found him and some girl in her bed three years ago.

As Andrew extended his hand, Quinn was a little reluctant about shaking it. Not that she thought he had any diseases or anything, but was this handshake more than just a friendly gesture? Would it lead to more than friendship? Maybe to love - in that case it would be one sided, from her site. Because, honestly who could ever fall in love with her? But Quinn bit her lower lip, and shook his hand with a small smile. And then he offered her a place to sit, he was really a gentleman or maybe he was just pretending, but he did seem genuine enough. She sent him a curious look as she sat down next to him on the bench.

Quinn looked at him and then at his guitar. She was quite curious and somewhat intrigued. "How long have you been playing?" She asked and was quite surprised that she didn't stutter at this sentence. Maybe, it was because Andrew made her feel safe. But that was a lie, she had known him for like five minutes. Nevertheless, this was a small success for her, not to stutter.

[ANDREW MICHAEL GRACEY]

Andrew fidgeted slightly after Quinn sat down. The only thing separating them was a few inches and he was scared to death of accidentally touching her. What if one of his legs brushed hers? He could never control his legs, people back home called them trees. Andrew didn't really take offense to it, because he kind of agreed. His height had been somewhat of a handicap growing up and he was afraid that throughout his life he would have troubles with it. His family even had to get their trucks modified because he was too tall for even the farthest seat setting. But, he didn't want to think about that now. What he had to do was focus on this moment right now.

Right now all Andrew wanted to think about was how he really couldn't stop smiling whenever he looked at Quinn. How he had already written about two songs about her in his head, and how he would definitely put them on his first album. He wondered if after they met he would see her again. Some great country songs have been about heartbreak, and honestly Andrew would be heartbroken if he never saw Quinn again. All he wanted to do was touch her hand again, to feel those sparks. He blushed for a moment when he thought about touching her, but then quickly pulled himself back into reality. He glanced back at the water, and thought about Capeside. So far, he hadn't really enjoyed this town but that changed the moment he saw Quinn. He just wanted to sit on that bench next her forever.

He saw her look at his guitar and smiled when she asked him how long he'd been playing. "Since I was nine", he replied proudly. "I kind of want to be famous." He cleared his throat and hoped she didn't think he was some fame hungry guy. He didn't want fast cars, or a big house, or even fame itself really. He just wanted to play music, that was his dream and he wanted to show Stillwater that he was worth something. "I'm from Stillwater, Oklahoma. Where are you from?", he asked bravely, trying to change the subject.