Snippet #1757242

Quintin had a little itch near his ear as he walked, and scratched at it lightly. He didn't want to tug on his multiple piercings. He once ripped one off his right ear after tugging on it too long. Painful business, that was for sure. Tore off a chunk of his ear too, but they stitched that back up quick, since his parents freaked royally and rushed him to the hospital. No harm done, right? Now he had a funny looking scar. Quintin sometimes used it as a joke, saying that this is what happened to paranoid people, since it isn't the exactly the same shade of white as he is. Scared a lot of little kids by saying it was from another kid, that he ripped it off some other guy. Oh, his teenaged years. He smiled, remembering the good times he had back in high school. He wasn't exactly co operative, but did fairly well. Sure, he was a surefire rebel, and he got addicted to things, but those were in the back of his mind. Quin would block those memories out to remember the happy ones at all times.

Many people never realized how taxing it was to block out painful memories for long periods of time. Especially when he was kidnapped by a - NOPE! Not going there. He shook the thoughts, and kept walking. Until something tapped him on the shoulder. Now, Quintin is naturally a giddy kid, hyped up on caffiene all the time and slightly paranoid. Still. So he naturally jumped forward a good two feet, spinning to look at his assailant. He landed in a crouched position, like he had been taught countless times in Wrestling, and nearly bowled the person over when he realized who it was.

"Chrissy!" He straightened himself, smiling, then feigning extreme shock. "You KNOW I hate people sneaking up on me, but you still do it! Worst part is, I nearly tackled you! Which, I might add, would be the 3rd time I would have done that to you." He smiled brightly and took the step necessary to pull her into a hug. She was the only person that could, or would, ever understand him. And it wasn't that Quintin didn't share the same burden with her. They balanced each others' horrors out together, keeping each other sane and safe all at the same time. Calling her a best friend was an understatement. Most of his other friends were more like shallow cop outs of cardboard people, but he still loved them to bits too.