Forever And A Day || Season 1 || Quinn Fabray Story

01. This Can't Be Happening.

Ryan
(Summer 2006)

"We're moving"

Wait we're what?
Hold on a second.... what?

"We're moving..." I deadpanned and repeated back to them in pure disbelief.

My parents just drop the bomb that we're moving and I'm just supposed to be okay with it? My whole life is here. My friends are here. My family are here. Hell, their family are here.

"And where are we supposed to be moving to exactly?" I asked with arguably more spite than necessary. But they'd literally just dropped the bomb that's about to shatter my whole world. 

"Manhattan" they stated.

Are you kidding me?

"New York!" I all but shouted at them in more disbelief.

This can't be happening.

I'm going into my second to last year of middle school after this summer. High school is two years away. Seriously. This can't be happening right now. Of all times.

"No,... no. No way!" I said shaking my head at my parents. I'm not going. I can't go.

"Ryan, there is no negotiating here, your father has a job opportunity there, and it might only be a couple of years but this is a good opportunity for all of us. We've got you into a new school, Riley into a New Kindergarten, this is a good thing, honey." Mom said obviously trying to win me round.

No, not happening. I'm not falling for it.

"Also you're Thirteen Ryan, so what we say goes." My dad warned me more sternly when he saw the horrified but defiant look on my face. So I have no say in this at all. Great.

"So this is happening?" I asked them with a scoff looking at each of them with a deep frown.

"Yes" They both stated with finality. Freakily at the same time.

"And I have absolutely no say in this?" I asked raising my eyebrows at them.

"No" They said in unison again.

An awkward silence settled in the room.

"Fine" I said standing from the table, shoving my chair backwards behind me. Making an uncomfortable screech across the wooden floorboards. "...But it doesn't mean I have to like it" I finished and stormed out the front door, slamming it behind me. Ignoring the shouts from my parents as I stormed off down the street.

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I naturally found myself wandering off to my best friends house. Finn Hudson. Who also happens to be my cousin. Yeah, we may have different surnames but we are related believe it or not. My Mom and his Dad are Siblings. Finn unfortunately never got to meet his dad, as he passed away before he was one. So he's always looked up to my Dad as a father figure in his life, and I guess my Dad just wanted to step in a be there for him. So Finn and I we've grown up together.

I never met Uncle Christopher (Finn'd Dad)  properly either as I was about barely six months old myself when he passed, but Dad said he and my uncle were really good friends even before he was with my Mom. It made Finn and I pretty close, more like brothers most of the time. Dad said that mine and Finn's relationship reminds him so much of his and Chris'.

Finn's another reason I don't want to leave. I wouldn't know where I'd be without the guy.

I knocked on the door and Auntie Carole answered after a few seconds, always there, just down the street. You know when people say you're always welcome here'? Yeah, that's auntie CaroleHer doors always open. I wonder if she knows of the bombshell that was just dropped on my moments ago?