Sing Me to Sleep | A Kind-of-Not-Really Movellas Fanfiction

Her crooked mind broke. Quinn Jay has a brain tumour. She forgets. She remembers. She is happy. She is sad. She is losing all control. As she struggles to come to terms with her illness, she finds that the distance between her and her loved ones grows. So she comes up with a drastic solution. She just wants them to be happy. --------- Note: Although this is a movellas fanfiction, it's just names and ships that I've included. I've basically made everyone into rich snobs, so you know.



Dear Diary,

Ahlaam is quite possibly the most stupid girl I've ever had the misfortune to be acquainted with. What is her obsession with blue? It's quite, quite mad.

After English Literature today she shrieked and squealed in my ear until Quinn quietened her. Quinn seems distracted today, I don't know what it is.

On another note, as stunning as he is, Rodrigo is quite mad. He's so obsessed with fish. I understand completely why Quinn has no interest in him. Perhaps she encountered him at some point during a dinner party?

I must go, my mother is wanting me to give instructions to the cook.



Dear Diary,

Paul. Wow, Paul. As soon as I saw him I knew it was meant to be. His hair is soft and straight, like a field of corn if corn was made of soft. His eyes are a dark, deep blue, softer, more comforting than the light blue of his brother. His skin is paler and he exudes calm. He told me his favourite colour is blue! I love him. Oh, how I love him.

But, pushing that aside (as difficult as it is), Quinn was acting curious. She didn't seem as enthusiastic about anything as she usually is. I hope that she's okay.

Paul said that anyone who loves blue is perfect. Oh, he's so sweet. Paul, oh, I wish you were mine. I wish you could realise how deeply I feel for you. My soul mate Paul, you're my soul mate.

I must depart, diary.



Quinn shook the school persona from herself, brushing away the trivialities of the day. The encounter with Paul hadn't gone well. After Ahlaam's fangirling had caused her to make a hasty trip to the mirrors for a makeup redo, Paul had proceeded to flirt with everything mildly attractive. Even Jess. At that point, Ann had punched him in the stomach. Quinn sighed. Ann tended to solve everything with violence. Jess was a sharp contrast to her loud speaking and rash decisions. They complemented each other perfectly.

"What's your grandson's  last name?" Quinn asked Gwyn.

"Kraus. Why do you ask?"

"I just know someone called Paul. It's not him though."

"Well, I didn't think you'd know my grandson. He doesn't move in your circles."

"My . . . circles?" Quinn furrowed her brow.

"Wealthy people tend to associate with wealthy people, that's all."

"I wish that wasn't the case. I bet we'd learn a lot from the poorer people."

"I suppose you could."

"You sound cautious."

"With all due respect, I'm not sure where I stand with you. For all I know you could be trying to get me fired."

"What?! No! I wouldn't- I mean, I understand why you-" She sighed. "I just want a friend that isn't ranking me by my money."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I suppose it's a bit strange, after all this time."

"Yes. You know, if you wanted to make friends, you could just go out and make conversation with people. At a Costa or a Subway, no one would suspect you were anything more than low middle class at the highest."

"I could really do that? What could I talk about?"

"The weather, people's jobs and family, hobbies and interests, there's plenty to discuss."

"You mean like we've been doing?"

"In a way, but you'd be expected to talk about your life too."

"You're amazing, Gwyn."

"Really, I'm not. I've just spent a lot of time scraping money together. You learn to appreciate the small talk with strangers more when you have no one else to talk to." Quinn studied his expression carefully.

"You don't want to talk about it."

"I don't, you're right."

"Okay then."

The rest of the journey was spent in silence.

A/N: Apologies for the short chapter, but I was being rushed. Also, Paul, nmh is on the radio right now.

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