Quinn had made both some good and bad decisions in her years since Fandom. Going to a real college instead of the party colleges she'd been looking at (...because her parents had insisted): good. Changing her major four times: mostly bad, though she thought she could really stick with that one even if it did mean she was still in school. That fake ID: bad. Getting a real job: good. Taking that year off to tour Europe with that foreign student Paolo: such a bad idea. The guy with the motorcycle: also such a bad idea, and also why she was not allowed to date anyone with a motorcycle ever again, because they were tainted... unless the guy was really cute. Moving in with Sandi: the worst decision she'd ever made.
They were friends sure, whatever that meant. It was just that Quinn thought she'd pretty much outgrown that petty rivalry, and Sandi just kept acting just like she did in high school, and then Quinn went back to the way she was in high school, and it was a whole big thing. But no one had stabbed anyone else in their sleep yet, so that was good. It also meant that Quinn really treasured the times that Sandi was back in Lawndale without her, because it meant having the place all to her glorious self.
Even if Sandi did call constantly to check in.
"No, Sandi, I haven't touched any of your stuff," Quinn assured her. She'd been pacing the room, distracted from the closet where she'd been trying to get rid of last season's clothes. "Except your car, because I had to move it to the other side of the street."
"Good," said Sandi from the other end of the line, "I wouldn't want to have to deal with tickets because someone was irresponsible."
"I would never do that to you, Sandi," Quinn said, even as she moved to the window to make sure Sandi's car was still there. And to entertain thoughts of keying it.
It was then that Quinn realized that something up ahead looked... weird. "Uh, Sandi, I gotta go," she said slowly.
"Why?"
Quinn never got a chance to answer, because a moment later Quinn wasn't there. And never had been.
It was the best day of Sandi's life and she didn't even know it.
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They were friends sure, whatever that meant. It was just that Quinn thought she'd pretty much outgrown that petty rivalry, and Sandi just kept acting just like she did in high school, and then Quinn went back to the way she was in high school, and it was a whole big thing. But no one had stabbed anyone else in their sleep yet, so that was good. It also meant that Quinn really treasured the times that Sandi was back in Lawndale without her, because it meant having the place all to her glorious self.
Even if Sandi did call constantly to check in.
"No, Sandi, I haven't touched any of your stuff," Quinn assured her. She'd been pacing the room, distracted from the closet where she'd been trying to get rid of last season's clothes. "Except your car, because I had to move it to the other side of the street."
"Good," said Sandi from the other end of the line, "I wouldn't want to have to deal with tickets because someone was irresponsible."
"I would never do that to you, Sandi," Quinn said, even as she moved to the window to make sure Sandi's car was still there. And to entertain thoughts of keying it.
It was then that Quinn realized that something up ahead looked... weird. "Uh, Sandi, I gotta go," she said slowly.
"Why?"
Quinn never got a chance to answer, because a moment later Quinn wasn't there. And never had been.
It was the best day of Sandi's life and she didn't even know it.