"I apologize for the disturbance but it is time for you to wake up." I heard Jarvis say faintly as the loud bells had woke me up before his message. "I'm up Jarvis, I'm up." "Good morning, Beck." "Morning." "Happy Quentony day." I gasped and sprung out of bed. "You're right!" "Officially two whole years of being friends." I quickly got dressed and jumped on Tony's bed only to find it empty. "Tony?" I pulled back his blanket and sheets. Nothing.
"...Jarvis, where's Tony?" "He's in the kitchen." I sighed in relief before throwing my backpack on. "Okay, thank you Jarvis, bye!" "Have a wonderful day." I ran out of Tony's room and accidently bumped into the maid. "Oh- I'm sorry!" She smiled and stood up, dusting off her clothes and picking the laundry basket back up. "It's okay Quentin." I helped her pick up the clothes. "Where are you off to in such a rush?" "The kitchen. Jarvis said Tony was in there." "Ah, and he would be correct. Tony is in there. I believe he's making breakfast." "Okay! Thank you!" "You're quite welcome." I ran down the hall (making sure to be more careful) and took the elevator to the kitchen.
I walked in to see Tony sitting at a table with a huge breakfast. "Surprise! Happy Quentony day!" My eyes lit up as a huge smile came across my face. I ran over and hugged him tightly. "Happy Quentony day, Tony!" He handed me an apple which I took almost instantly. "You're sure in a great mood!" I said while taking a bite of the apple.
"For two reasons! 1. Today is Quentony day, duh! For 2. This is my last day and then I finish detention!" "Really?!" "Mhm!" He practically inhaled his pancakes and chugged his orange juice. I set my empty cup down. "We should probably get going." "Oh yeah- you're right." Tony threw his dishes in the sink and sprinted out the door with me following behind him. "How long is your detention?" "2 hours after school.." He grabbed my hand. "Don't worry though, I'm sure my dad will pick you up." "How can you be so sure?" Tony pointed to beside us.
His car was driving next to us. "Hey Mr. Howard." He honked. Tony waved bye to him as we walked onto school grounds. We started to take our bracelets off and walked towards the curb. "Ready?" I nodded.
We dug a hole and dropped the bracelets in before covering it back up and walked to class.
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Biography | Quentin Beck
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING ATTEMPTED SA, ABUSE, AND TORTURE -~- Quentin Beck had a rough childhood, his dad talked more to his dead mom than him and when he did acknowledge the poor son it was only to bully him, which Beck already dealt with at school. Things...
