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[sub][color=dimgray]Most of Tuesday morning...
Starring: [b][color=b580f7]Rose[/color][/b] & [b][color=ff0066]Quincy[/color][/b]
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[indent]Ilyana Powers had one sole goal today: Capture Quincy Hart in the most memorable light that could, and hopefully would, mean the world to her. When Rose embarked on a journey, that was usually in the form of an art project, she went all in or she did nothing at all. If she didn’t have inspiration, she would be upfront about it and tell the people how it is: I got nothing. The only thing she allowed herself to half ass on was her general studies. Everything else? She had to go above and beyond or she wouldn’t be proud of her work. Her high standards wasn’t even high enough because she had a lot to live up to, having some of the most creative and brilliant people as her parents. David Powers, the leader of an extreme sports team, [i]Justin Credible[/i] [sup]Say It Fast![/sup], and Elysia Powers, the famed Miss. (now Mrs.) Nuclear Warhead.  

No, she simply wanted to do her best and make meaningful stuff. If her art involved someone she was close with, then that gave her more of a reason to make the significance of this project not just be limited to the pictures she took but also by the experience that she gave her subject. 

Her project was The Day in the Life of [u]Quincy Hart[/u]. Taking her own creative liberties, Rose had texted Q the previous night, while Q was snuggling A Double across the hall, with what she had in mind for their morning to lunch adventure. [b][color=b580f7]Choose 10 places that are important to you. You don’t have to tell me why. But tomorrow, after homeroom, we’re going on a journey. I promise, you won’t regret it.[/color][/b] Plus, this would give them an opportunity to catch up with one another, like Rose learning more about Q’s relationship with her brother. Technically, they could’ve left after breakfast, but Rose had an engagement at 6:30 AM on school campus. Weird, but it seemed important. Turns out it was only a bored starlet wanting to make a film about the school. Rose still wasn’t fully convinced she wanted to do it, but that was a concern for later.

In her Trip Ship, Rose put on her shades, as she chewed her gum and popped it in her mouth. Driving slowly around the school, the misfit turned down her volume of AC/DC and scanned the area. Her agenda did not entail giving Q a headache with loud, good music. Hopefully Q wasn’t going to bail on her. She told her to go out the back way so it wasn’t too conspicuous they were playing hooky. Though, keep in mind, Rose’s vehicle was a vibrant moving piece of art, with every possible color under the sun. 

Seeing her brother’s lover waiting for her, behind the library, Rose slowly pulled up. Their vehicle wasn’t suspicious at all. And then a click could be heard outside to signal the doors were unlocked. She blew a bubble while she waited.

Quincy grinned as Rose pulled up, her wonderfully garish van about as conspicuous as it was possible to be. She climbed into the passenger seat, smiling despite the pit in her stomach. She’d written down a list of places to go with Rose, and to say she was nervous barely scratched the surface. The list had started out simple enough, places like Burntown and Captain Cuddles. As she got further down the list, it had taken on more meaning than she’d expected. She’d realized that, for the most part, no one really knew her. They knew what tacos she liked, what her favorite ice cream was, how many hits it took to get her really baked, but none of her friends knew the spots where she laughed, and cried, and was the realest version of herself.     Q hardly knew those spots anymore. [color=ff0066][b]”I uh, made a list of places. First up is Captain Cuddles, then Burntown,”[/b][/color] Quincy said, looking over at Rose.

[b][color=b580f7]“Righto. Those two places are easy enough to get to.”[/color][/b] Rose blew a big bubble as she left the library in the dust and went on her merry way toward Captain Cuddles. As she moved along, she chewed in silence for a moment, contemplating what to say to one of the few female friends she had. Eventually, a lightbulb did come and she initiated the first of many conversations that would take place between these two this fine morning, [b][color=b580f7]“Sorry for the early trip. I like to get the sun before it’s too hot... and bright. Too hot and bright. If you need me to stop for anything, just ask. Thanks to my daddy’s map — with my additions — I know LA like ADubs knows MJ.”[/color][/b] Turning signal on. A left here. 

For someone like Rose, who had anxiety, adhd, and a lot going on in her head, she was a calm driver and surprisingly, better than most teens. The weed helped, but more importantly, the experience of learning from her parents gave her the courage to drive while the want to carpool her friends gave her the need to drive. [b][color=b580f7]“So.”[/color][/b] Rose clicked her gum. [b][color=b580f7]“How you been?”[/color][/b] Pause. She wasn’t being too forward was she? [b][color=b580f7]“We haven’t talked much lately… I hope you’re okay with me asking.”[/color][/b]

[color=ff0066][b]”I’ve been good. Really good,”[/b][/color] Quincy said looking over at Rose. [color=ff0066][b]”Y’know, I really appreciate you asking me to model for ya Rose,”[/b][/color] Quincy said, grinning. Rose involving her in stuff like this, it made her feel welcome, like maybe she did belong in this life. She needed that validation more often than people realized. Sometimes, Quincy felt like she was watching her life play out on a plasma screen, a life she didn’t belong in. This though, this suggested that maybe she was doing the rights things. Living the right life.

Shrugging at Q’s words, Rose blatantly responded, [b][color=b580f7]“You’re one of the most attractive people I know and I don’t mean just on the surface.”[/color][/b] The token misfit returned the smile. Quincy’s eyes were breathtaking, and not because Rose could see the appeal that brought Q and her brother together. The blue-gray of Q’s eyes reminded her of the skies before a storm began. Lightning wanting to strike but the cloud still gathering since dawn. Rain begging to come out but left in the clouds. Calm, always calm, but stuck, swirling with emotion and holding incredible depth. 

Quincy was beautiful and Rose noticed her beauty a while ago. A girl that carried an underlying sadness, like the sadness her mother carried when her brother, Rose’s uncle, past on leaving a son and a heartbroken wife, but still finding reasons to trudge on. The people you met made life a little less hellish and for Rose, Q was one of them for her. She didn’t have to say much, but Rose watched her strength in silence and how she is more of a go-getter than she probably believes… yeah. [b][color=b580f7]“The perfect model.”[/color][/b] 

Q smiled and looked away for a moment. [color=ff0066][b]“Thanks, Rose. I appreciate that,”[/b][/color] she said, her cheeks tinged pink with slight embarrassment. It wasn’t everyday that someone called her beautiful. In fact, it was rarer than she had realized. [color=ff0066][b]“Hey, Rose. Wyatt told me you were asking him and Raf a bunch of questions about kissing. Is there someone on your mind?”[/b][/color] Quincy teased, grinning over at her friend.

Now equally embarrassed, Rose jerked her head back toward the road. Of course, Wyatt would tell Q! Tapping her thumbs on the wheel, Rose popped her gum and contemplated her next words. She sighed. Talking about this more, with one of her friends, could do her some good. After hesitation, she lamented, [b][color=b580f7]“Yeah, but I don’t think I like him like that. I don’t know if I ever liked him like that. We were too young to really know.”[/color][/b] 

Going deep into her brain, Rose thought back to the the time where she and this boy were kids. Childhood friends that spent a lot of time together. Tire swing. Climbing that big apple tree. Rolling in the dirt. Playing pretend. Young kids that didn’t understand the concept of love but innocently loved each other. Now that she looks back at that time, it seemed more platonic than romantic. They were just kids. [b][color=b580f7]“At the party, it caught me off guard. We hadn’t talked in years… I kind of pushed him away because, I don’t know, he was growing up too fast. I wouldn’t even consider him a friend of mine anymore because we’re both just… different.”[/color][/b] Two different worlds and she knew that the boy he has become isn’t someone she sees herself with. Isn’t something like her mom has with her father. Isn’t what she needs to be happy. 

The stars have a different story written for her and she’s okay if it didn’t involve that kind of love. She was happy with the love from her family and friends, but most importantly, she was happy with the love she had for herself as she relentlessly kept dreaming about making meaning to her existence. Making things that put a smile on her loved ones’ faces. [b][color=b580f7]“Wyatt says kissing can be for fun, but I don’t think I’m that type of girl.”[/color][/b] She glanced at her friend, displaying the conflict that she’s been going through since New Years. [b][color=b580f7]“I don’t even care about all that, and I don’t know if that makes me weird? Or well, more weird. I get all the love I need from you guys and my family. The kissing caught me off guard, especially from someone I had history with, not the idea of maybe having someone like you have with Double A.”[/color][/b]

Quincy nodded along to Rose’s story, smiling sympathetically. [color=ff0066][b]“Rose, I think the strongest thing in the world is to be able to stand on your own. You do that really well. Don’t forget that.”[/b][/color][/indent]
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[indent]Their first stop was Burntown, it’s cracked cement and graffitied surfaces reminding Quincy of her short times with her new found friends. She could see it like it was yesterday, Jennifer Hart, walking into the skatepark, wearing heels, a short skirt, and a blouse that showed more skin than should be legal. She’d been looking around like she was about to get robbed. All she’d wanted was some weed, something to make her forget...well everything. Her dad had just died, her supposed friends had just abandoned her, all cause she’d seen Hailey for what she was. A heartless snake. She’d gone to Burntown to get weed. She hadn’t realized she’d find new friends too. A Double had been stoned, and so funny. She’d smoked with him and Wyatt, and later Rose and Raf had shown up, and just like that, she was one of them. Such a complex dynamic out of such a simple decision. 

[b][color=b580f7]“You remember when we first met each other? I think that was one of the longest days we spent here, ending our night laying in the bowl staring up at the night sky. It was peaceful and time didn’t matter. Not like how it matters now, with graduation rollin’ around. Being an upperclassmen sucks. It’s all about: what are you going to be when you grow up?”[/color][/b] Rose stood beside her friend and peered down at the place where all of them laid on the ground, laughing and being high as fuck. [b][color=b580f7]“Not gonna’ lie, but seeing a cute prep standing next to my brother was a sight to see. I immediately thought, welp, what did Adubs do now? But it turned out, you just wanted company and I’m glad we gave you just that.”[/color][/b] Rose had a pelican case propped up behind her, where she stored two specific cameras in it, with their complimented accessories. One being, the Cannon A1, which was one of the oldest school shooters, that actually has a microprocessor in it. This camera, as old as it is, it was actually her mother’s, would provide her the softness and outdated quality that she wanted, for nostalgia’s sake. No filter required. Plus, Rose wasn’t one to use filters, she’d just enhance her pictures in photoshop if necessary. The other was one of the newer Fujifilm polaroid cameras. Outlandish to go a more vintage aesthetic for something that was supposed to portray the present, but Rose believed the past made our present. Therefore, she wanted to go on this journey with Q, maybe even get to know her better. 

The polaroid was going to be used sparingly. For moments she would think Q would appreciate to have to hold and use to decorate. With the camera now in hand, her hands having subtly turned it on, but her attention never leaving Quincy, Rose smiled, [b][color=b580f7]“What’s your favorite memory here?”[/color][/b] 

Quincy grinned as she recounted the numerous memories that she’d made in this concrete jungle. From meeting A Double and the others, to learning to skate with Wyatt and Raf, to watching her boys do stupid tricks, while her and Rose giggled. It was hard to pick just one. [color=ff0066][b]“There was this time, last year around this time. I’d only just met you guys, but I was here with all of you, in the middle of the night. Wyatt was stoned out of his mind, and he thought he was frozen and couldn’t move. Anyways, you and A Dubs and Raf went to go get some food from Taco Bell and I’m sitting there alone with Wyatt. All of sudden, he starts crying, and I have no clue what to do because I’m a little high and I hardly know him! So he starts talking and he tells me everything. About his dads, his brother and sister, I mean he didn’t hold back, and I think that was the first time, since my dad died, that I felt...welcome”[/b][/color] Quincy said, smiling gently as the breeze toyed with a lock of her hair.

Throughout their conversation, Rose snapped a picture here and there, but rarely in between. She listened to her friend, who recollected the fond memories she had with them. This set the tone for the rest of the morning they would share together. Where the girls simply talked and when Rose saw a moment, she quietly captured it. She would review the pictures later. At every place, she asked questions, as well as answer questions that Q bounced back to her. Questions that would hopefully compliment her presentation by shedding light on who Q was as a person when she showcased her pictures to the art club. Their route was based on the places that were closest together. Rose didn’t want to back track if she didn’t have to. 

At Wheels n Deals, where Wyatt works, the question that stood out from the rest was: [b][color=b580f7]“If there was one thing you wanted to do with us all, what would it be? Or are you happy with how things are? If that’s the case, why do you like us so much?”[/color][/b] A question that Rose was always curious about. What drew Quincy to each and every single one of them. The burners. The people on the lower end of the school hierarchy. 

Quincy smiled as she looked around the skate shop, her eyes lit up with the memories of her times here. Wyatt ignoring customers to teach her how to roll a joint, or A Double and Riff helping her pick out her first skateboard, At Rose’s question, Q looked up, pondering for a moment as she mulled over the question. [color=ff0066][b]“Right now, I don’t think I could be happier. I mean, for once everything seems...right. Or at least I think it does,”[/b][/color] Quincy chuckled. [color=ff0066][b]“I think I like you all so much because, you’re so...present. I mean, everything you guys do is about the here and now. There’s no worrying about popularity and the future. I spent so long hung up on things that didn’t matter, it’s nice to be around people with better set priorities.”[/b][/color]

Captain Cuddles was next, it’s bright lights and cheesy aromas a familiar scene for the two girls. Quincy smiled. Captain Cuddles was where she’d first felt something for A Double, something more than friendship. He’d won this giant stuffed turtle for her, and handed it to her, like it was nothing. She remembered how she went home that night and smiled, really and truly beamed, into her pillow, until she eventually fell into a deep sleep. 

The cool thing about this place was Rose was able to capture Quincy in vibrant colors emanating from the surrounding arcade games. Like the Dollar Store photography challenge, created during Rose’s mother’s teen years, the eccentric blonde wanted to show that ordinary things could be more than just ordinary. It was all in a matter of perspective. High schoolers tried so hard to be more than what they were (or are), tried so hard to impress everyone but themselves, and tried so hard to be something they were not when all they have to do is just be. Be themselves and they would be found. Found by those that would show them that they don’t need the glitz and glam to shine. Following Q around Captain Cuddles did make Rose recall the many memories they’ve shared in here, like her glancing over from the skee-ball machine and seeing Adubs win Q a giant plushie of a turtle. Their happy expressions from a simple exchange spoke volumes to Rose at the time, she just chose not to look too deeply into it. 

As they approached the rewards counter, Rose reached out to Quincy, getting comfortably close, and silently plucked a lint out of her blonde curls, before asking, [b][color=b580f7]“My brother means a lot to you, doesn’t he?”[/color][/b] If Rose loved, she could see herself being attracted to both genders and people who identify themselves as otherwise. The soul of a person is what captivates her; what they label themselves as has nothing to do with the love she and them could build together and the good they could contribute to this world. Rose wished she understood it. The concept of love. Yet, she knew that wasn’t something she would be able to understand until she experienced it for herself. 

She wasn’t in a rush to find her soulmate though. 

[color=ff0066][b]“He does. And it scares me a bit. A lot actually. I haven’t cared about someone that much in a long time. I mean, I wake up and I think about him, and what he’s doing, and when I go to bed I worry about him, when I’m in math class I’m thinking of him, when I’m talking to my mom, I’m thinking of him. But people leave. And I don’t know if I can stop him from going.”[/b][/color] Quincy wiped away the tears that had welled up, shocked by her sudden honesty. [color=ff0066][b]“Oh, wow. I’m sorry, that was a lot,”[/b][/color] Q said, offering a feeble grin to Rose. [color=ff0066][b]“We should go.”[/b][/color]

[b][color=b580f7]“Uh, yeah sure.”[/color][/b] Wow. Rose was taken aback. Quincy really loved her brother, and she could feel it in every word that came out of her mouth. What did she mean by she can’t stop him from going? Where was ADouble going? Brushing the thoughts out of her mind, Rose did the one thing she felt was right after a moment like this. Letting her camera drop to her side, since it was strapped on her, she slipped her hand in Q’s and with the intention of comforting her, tightly squeezed it. After giving a soft smile, her fingers interlocked with Q’s, her expression displayed the sentiment that everything was going to be okay, she’d be okay, because Rose was here for her, and her feet led them out the door.  

[color=#ffe4c4][i]The rest of the journey started to get more and more personal for Quincy, the deeper down the rabbit hole they went. No longer was the journey about Q’s friends and her love for A Double. No, the journey was now about her personal life. What makes her vulnerable. What makes her dream. What makes her [i][b]Quincy Hart[/b][/i]. 

Words didn’t have to be said for Rose to understand that these places meant the world to her. Q’s bedroom was her shelter. Her safe haven. Her secret place away from the hell that was their school... [/i][/color]

Quincy’s bedroom came after Captain Cuddles, it’s pastel pink walls a stark contrast to the grunge aesthetic Q so loved. She had painted those walls when she was twelve, with her mom and dad helping her. She’d picked out pink from the supply store, and they’d come home to begin the remodel. She remembered the smell of fresh paint, her dad’s laugh, the look on her mom’s face as Quincy and her father danced around to the music they’d put on. That had been a long time ago. Now, the pink walls were plastered with posters, some of her dad’s movies, others of bands she listened too. Her bed was a mess, her floor littered with clothes. This was the one place where Quincy and Jennifer met, and spoke. Their conflicting influences were everywhere, from the walls to the posters to the closet. Here was where the war inside of her ceased. Here was the one place she thought she had a clue.

[color=#ffe4c4][i]The Lawrence Botanical Garden was the place she could get the most peace at, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the many colors and smells of flowers. Q really did love flowers…[/i][/color]

The botanical garden was another haven of Quincy’s. This was a place where she could forget about everything. The soft music that played through speakers, hidden amongst the leaves, created a tranquil ambience, one that often led Quincy into a world of escapism. Here she wasn’t Quincy or Jennifer or A Double’s girlfriend or the girl who pissed off Hailey. Here she was just a girl who liked flowers. That anonymity was welcome sometimes.

[i][color=#ffe4c4]The airport was Q’s wistful plan to fly far, far away, out of this place. Escape from the hell that was Beverly Hills, among other things. As if she were a caged bird, trapped, and the airport was her open door out of here.

Perhaps that's why Rose was attracted to her. The girl reminded her of a bird and Rose loved birds.[/color][/i]

The airport was next on the list. Whenever Q felt the pressures of Beverly Hills life closing in around her, she came here. Here she could watch the planes take off, wishing she was one of the many passengers on them. After her dad had died, after his funeral, she’d gotten as close to leaving as she could. She’d come here, bought a ticket to New York with her mom’s credit card and practically ran to the gate. And then she’d stopped. Right in front of the gate, just as they were beginning to board, she’d stopped, fell down, and cried. There she was, blonde hair straightened and falling down her back, dressed all in black, crying on the floor of an airport. Her mom had found her not long after that, and held her there while she cried, shedding her own tears. What her mom said that night would stick with her forever. 

[color=b30047][b][i]“It’s a big world out there, Jennifer. But there’s not a world big enough that you can outrun grief. One day, you’re going to notice that it doesn’t hurt so bad. And every day after that will get easier. I promise.”[/i][/b][/color]

[i][color=#ffe4c4]The atmosphere of the places shifted even more and a journey that once was about a girl, was now about a girl and her parents. Quincy’s defenses were coming down, right in front of Rose’s eyes and Rose would happily take this moment as her own. She would cherish every ounce of Quincy that she was given this day. From the Hart’s Cove, a little pocket beach filled with memories of Q and her parents, like her dad teaching her how to surf, to the Little Starlet Park, where her parents met and there was a memorial of Q’s father. Rose couldn’t help but be grateful that Quincy had the courage to do this with her. On top of that, Rose was able to get Q to stand beside her father’s memorial and take a simple landscape portrait of her. If that wasn’t sad enough, they visited the Beverly Hills Memorial Cemetery, where Q’s father and grandparents were buried at…[/color][/i]

Hart’s Cove was a tiny little spot that her father had found one morning while he was on a jog. They’d just moved into their house, Quincy was about twelve, and he’d come running into the kitchen, his ever so common look of excitement on his face. He’d dragged her and her mom out to the beach and said, [color=00b36c][b][i]“This here, is our beach. And we shall surf it!”[/i][/b][/color] That morning, Quincy had gotten on a board for the first time, and her dad had taught her how to surf. From then on, Hart’s Cove became a family spot, for picnics and adventures every weekend.

Little Starlet Park had been around for decades before Catherine McPherson had arrived in LA, but it didn’t become special until she did. Catherine had been in the city for two weeks when she stumbled upon the park, a tiny little place, tucked away in the hills. She strolled through, admiring the lights that twinkled throughout the trees, when she’d walked right into Logan Hart, a young actor who’d shot from D-List to A-List only a few years ago. He’d fallen in love right there, but she’d taken some convincing. He eventually won a date from her, a date that turned into a few years of dating. And on the night of Catherine’s first premiere, they’d returned to that very park and Logan had knelt down and said, [color=00b36c][b][i]“Catherine McPherson, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met, and to lose you would be to lose my entire heart. You are the moon, and the stars, and everything in between, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”[/i][/b][/color]

Quincy had heard that story a thousand times. Now days, a statue of the moon sat in the center of the park, a memorial to Logan Hart, paid for by Catherine. Oddly enough, when Quincy came here, she wasn’t reminded of her father. Here she thought of her mother. Here was where she’d experienced one of the happiest moments of her life. Here was where Quincy could feel her mother, from the trees to the statue.

The cemetery was next. Logan Hart’s plot was next to that of his parents, nestled away in the back corner of the cemetery, watched over by a large willow tree. Quincy came here as often as she could, to clean up the flowers from her last visit, and to sit and talk about her life. Her mom rarely came. Q used to hate her for that, but at some point she stopped caring. Quincy kind of preferred it to be just her and her dad. When Rose and Quincy arrived, Quincy walked over to his grave, Rose standing a bit behind.
[color=ff0066][b]“Hey Dad. It’s me, Quincy. I brought a friend today. Her name’s Rose. I’m modeling for her, so I’m taking her to some of my favorite places. I took her to Hart’s Cove, and the park where you and Mom met and...I miss you a lot, Dad. I have a boyfriend now, that same guy I was talking about. I think you’d like him, he’s adventurous like you. I’ll bring him some time. Alright. I love you, Dad. Bye.”[/b][/color]

In the back, Rose rested her hand on her chest, debating if it was right to take a picture of this. This was… too personal. Maybe of his grave, but not of Quincy talking to him. This was their private conversation. She was a trespasser. With goosebumps tingling throughout her skin, Rose was reminded so much of her mother, who to this day makes time to visit her mother and brother’s graves. Grandma Rosie, she was never fortunate to meet, and Uncle Brandon, she was too young to remember, but her aunt and cousin, the sole Fables in Cali, remind her whenever they see one another. 

They live in Santa Barbara. 

[i][color=#ffe4c4]Inspired more than she was before, because Q felt she was important enough to walk with her, through this, Rose would come out of this replenished. Quincy trusted her. Trusted her enough to take her to the where her father rested. A monumental morning for the two girls. Rose would remember this forever.[/color][/i][/indent]
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[indent][i][color=#ffe4c4]Their morning was coming to a close and they would soon have to rush back to school to pick up their friends for lunch…[/color][/i]

The Kodiak Theatre was old. Built in the early 50’s, it had actually burned down and been rebuilt in the 90’s. That said, it was still ancient. However, producers and studios loved the theatre for the vibe it gave out, classic and proper. It was a home of art, art of the highest caliber. The Kodiak was home to Logan Hart’s first red carpet premiere, for his first film, [i]He Who Looks At The Sky.[/i] Her father may have been buried miles away, but this was where Quincy could feel him the most. This was her father’s home.

[color=ff0066][b]“My dad loved this place. I think he loved acting in the purest way you can, I mean he was made for the screen. He used to tell me that when he pulled up in front of the Kodiak, he knew he’d made it. That all his dreaming had paid off. And then he’d look at me and say, ‘There is always gonna be someone who tells you no, someone who tells you that you’re doing the wrong thing, that you should give up. They don’t matter. You can do anything you put your mind to Jenny. Every dream you have, you can accomplish. I’m living proof!”[/b][/color] Quincy said to Rose, her eyes glued to the theatre. Her eyes stung as tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks, free falling to the ground. Quincy wiped them away, chuckling. [color=ff0066][b]“I’m sorry, it’s just...no one really knows any of this, Rose. My dad was the greatest person in the world, and...I just fucking miss him,”[/b][/color] Quincy explained, her tears flowing freely again, Quincy’s sobs wracking her body. 

Rather than say any immediate words, Rose moved her camera to the side and slowly approached Q. In complete silence, she pulled the crying girl close, wrapping her arms around her friend. Her embrace was warm and protective;  a simple, soothing gesture to show that she was grateful. As the tears soaked her chest, Rose squeezed a fraction tighter, before lifting her friend’s face up to look at her. She wanted Quincy to have a good look at her light brown eyes and all the emotions swirling inside of her. She smiled and kindly whispered, [b][color=b580f7]“Don’t be sorry.”[/color][/b] Raising her voice, and giving Quincy a little space. Rose proclaimed, [b][color=b580f7]“He’s right, you know?”[/color][/b]

Stepping a couple steps back, so the theater was a backdrop to Rose, the eccentric blonde quoted Q, who quoted her late father, [b][color=b580f7]“You can do anything you put your mind to, Jenny.”[/color][/b] She paused and pointed at her friend, [b][color=b580f7]“Your his daughter, after all.”[/color][/b] And ultimately, living proof of all his hard work. [b][color=b580f7]“Now can you do me a favor?”[/color][/b]

Q sniffed, wiping the tears away and taking one deep breath, her cheeks splotchy from her sobs. A weak smile tugged the corners of her mouth upwards ever so slightly. [color=ff0066][b]“No one’s called me that in a long time,”[/b][/color] Quincy said, chuckling softly. [color=ff0066][b]“What is it?”[/b][/color] Q asked, looking over at Rose.

[b][color=b580f7]“Yell. At the top of your lungs. That you miss him.”[/color][/b] Rose blatantly demanded. Quincy bottled a lot up. Honestly, another good option would be for her to yell that she was worth it, but this… felt more fitting. It was the emotion that Rose felt the most today with Q. That she missed him. If Q declined, Rose would play devil and egg her on until she simply released everything in whatever way she felt necessary. Aggression was always a possibility. Tears was only the start. Rose knew there was more to release. Q felt sorry for showing she was human. Of course there was more to release.

Q shook her head, smiling ever so slightly. This was the exact kind of spontaneity that Rose always exhibited, the kind of adventure that drew Quincy to her in the first place. [color=ff0066][b]“I miss him,”[/b][/color] she said, quietly. [color=ff0066][b]“I miss him,”[/b][/color] she said, this time, louder. [color=ff0066][b]“I miss him!”[/b][/color] Quincy shouted, this time at the top of her lungs, drawing the wary gaze of the pedestrians on the sidewalk. 

Rose’s soft lips stretched into a cheesy grin. The opportunity of Quincy allowing her inner self to rise to the surface had come and pass. Her soul gave off a warm glow, from the release of emotions, and it was time to go back to their friends. [b][color=b580f7]“Thank you. For being my model.”[/color][/b] And for the entire morning. 

Quincy grinned, taking a deep breath. It felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, like she could breathe again for the first time in a year. [color=ff0066][b]“Any time Rose. Any time.”[/b][/color][/indent]