Who's the guy?

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Nightworld XD
Wanna know who our favorite soulmates are talking about? If you do, well, let's read this short story! REWRITTEN!

Another uneventful day for our adorable soulmates. Sigh. Oh well.

"Hey Rashel?" asked Quinn—who was sprawled on the couch.

"What?" Rashel turned her head towards Quinn, shoving the lame magazine back inside the desk.

"I know this guy that was so stupid…" he started, emphasizing on the word 'so'.

Rashel laughed and sat crossed-legged on the couch, where Quinn laid his head on her lap.

"He was so stupid—" Quinn said again, "—that he called me to get my phone number!"

She laughed—like music to his ears—and beckoned for him to continue.

Quinn grinned, trying to remember more, "…and guess what he tried to do."

"What, he tried eating towels?" she guessed while tracing his cheek.

Quinn laughed, "No. But he did try to drown a fish."

Rashel cracked up and ended snorting when he continued.

"He even took a ruler to bed to see how long he sleeps," He remarked, catching her hand as it traced his cheek again.

She smiled, and tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears.

"Do you know that he asked for a price check at the Dollar Store?" Quinn asked while he kissed each of her finger.

"No," Rashel laughed and had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Then suddenly, Quinn remembered something (something incredibly stupid), "Have I ever told you why I wasn't at your cousin's wedding?"

Rashel frowned as she remembered, "Not yet, but it better be a good reason!"

"Trust me. My reason's reasonable," Quinn grinned up at her.

"Tell me then!" Rashel exclaimed, her patience (probably) wearing thin at the memory.

"Since the wedding was in Italy—" he started, "—I had to take the airplane."

"Obviously." she muttered.

"And since this guy that we were talking about was driving me to the airport…" he trailed off, "…he saw a sign."

"A sign?" Rashel asked, confused as ever (I mean, come on! There's signs everywhere! What sign could it possibly be?)

Quinn nodded, "Yeah. A sign that says 'Airport left', so what he did was: he told me that the airport left and then he turned the car around, heading back here."

Rashel laughed and almost forgave Quinn, but she had to ask something first (something REALLY important), "Who's this guy that we're talking about anyway?

Quinn smirked with a mischievous glint in his eye, "I thought you'd never ask, though I know that you already know him."

"Really?" Rashel blinked, " 'Cause I've never met someone that stupid."

"I said that he was stupid, didn't I?"

Rashel shrugged, "So, who is he again?"

"Ash Redfern." Quinn grinned, noticing the realization in Rashel's eyes.

Hey peeps!
I made a really short one-shot (well, it's not technically a one-shot.. but you get the point) about Rashel and Quinn..!
Soooo, how'd I do? This is my first Rashel x Quinn story, so please be pleasant with the reviews!

Thanks ;)