A/N: I do not own anyone/anything but my OCs.

There was something about him that drew me in from the beginning. From the first time I saw him I knew I had to do any I could to be around him, just to listen to him and to watch him. He fascinated me from the get go. Really I shouldn't be surprised at where we are today. Stood in the middle of the bridal suite at the most amazing manor house hotel money could buy. There are mascara tears cutting paths through my foundation making their way steadily to my beautiful ivory dress. He's staring at me like I'm crazy, like I'm the one suggesting the craziest thing I've ever heard. Standing there in his suit and tie, he's just staring like he's sure, he's made up his mind. My world is crumbling around me. He's leaving.

Ten years earlier.

"What do you fancy for lunch babe?" Andy nudged me out of my blind stare.

"Hmm? What? I don't know, whatever you want." I snuggled back down into my seat, I love how comfy and warm Andy's car is when it's torrential rain outside. Leaning over from my hunched up position I turned the radio up a little, I really couldn't be bothered with the small talk Andy had been coming out with the past few days.

"Babe? Quinn? Wake up." I groaned at the very thought of opening my eyes. "Do you want me to get you a sandwich?" Andy shuck me again.

Uncurling in the front passenger seat , I stretched out and through a yawn mumbled, "No, I'll come with you." Dragging myself places with Andy had become routine, he was no longer exciting and fun to be around. He was boring and wanted to turn me into his mother, and slowly but surely I was dulling myself down to match his mood. My precious high heels had been pushed to the back of the wardrobe where they began to collect dust along with my weekend dresses. Catching sight of myself in the shop window as we ducked under the cover to avoid the rain I realised just how dull I had become. Wearing Andy's hoodie swamped my body, hiding me from the world and the combat pants that I had reserved for painting had seen more day light in the past few weeks than they had in their lifetime. I stopped to push open the deli door, cold, blue and lifeless eyes stared back from under lank blonde hair.

Andy took my hand and pulled me through the door, glaring at me for randomly stopping in the middle of his mission for food. Standing in line, I glanced around the deli, there were a few seats taken but our window booth was up for grabs. Pulling me into a side hug Andy looked down at me and kissed the top of my head. He was sweet when he could be bothered.

"Usual?" He asked smiling down at me. I nodded with little enthusiasm , he knew I never strayed from my usual. I half listened to him rattle out our orders while I watched the other customers chat over their lunches.

"Any sauce?" An accent I couldn't place asked, tearing my attention from the man three tables down who seems to be intent on inhaling his food.

"Err yes, mayo and sweet onion on the small one please." I glanced up at the sales assistant, strands of blonde hair falling out of his ponytail and into his eyes.

"Good choice." He smiled and winked. Andy paid for our food and sat at our favourite booth, I trailed along behind him conscience that I was being watched and completely confused as to what had just happened. It was either the sexiest or creepiest encounter I had ever had with a deli boy. Sitting facing the counter wasn't my best idea, trying to eat a sandwich while being blatantly stared at would turn any one off their food. Andy chatted on, something about work or the car. I tried to listen but I could see him. Standing, leaning on the back counter, arms folded over his chest, just staring at me.

"Do you want to go to the pub tonight? Jonny says there's some high school social on. Apparently you have to dress up as school kids, should be a laugh. You gunna eat that?" Andy pointed at the untouched sandwich in front of me.

Apparently there is something about dressing up in a school uniform that makes everyone go crazy. We've only just left high school, only just been allowed to wear what we want everyday. Any excuse to dress up and pretend to be someone else for the night. I had taken full advantage of the situation, standing in front of the full length mirror in Andy's bedroom I checked that everything was in place. Every hair extension clip was skillfully hidden behind backcombed hair, school shirt buttoned up to just the right place showing just the right amount of collar bone, skirt ending just above the knee, perfect for showing the tops of stockings when I sat down. Twisting my face as I pushed my feet into flat pumps, I love that Andy isn't much taller than me but I hate that he despises my high heel collection, hates me towering over him, I pulled on my scuffed up leather jacket and headed downstairs.

After about an hour of being at the pub, the chatter around the table had died down into mini conversations, friends that hadn't seen each other in a while or at least since the last time we were all in the pub chatted about their sober lives – jobs, girlfriends, families, the usual. Having what my friends classed as not a real job meant that I saw most of them regularly, meeting them on their lunch breaks, it also meant that I didn't really have much interesting crack for them. Excusing myself I left the table and zig zagged through the dance floor to the bar. "Double Jack and coke please."

"I'll get that." That accent floated past me. Spinning round I found myself face to chest, peaking up to find sparkling eyes, a smug smile and long blonde hair.

"I can buy my own drinks, Deli Boy." I scowled and turned back to the bar.

"A gentleman will always look after his lady." I rolled my eyes as he ordered his own drink and passed the money over my head to the bar maid. "Isn't JD a little strong for a little lady?"

Pushing back from the bar I grabbed my drink and made my way back to the table, glancing back over my shoulder I smirked, "Thanks for the drink but I ain't your little lady Deli Boy."

Sitting back at the table Andy was in deep conversation with the boys over the state of his car's suspension, the girls had all left the table, probably taking a group trip to the toilets, I pulled out my Blackberry, at least I could pretend like I was busy. "It's awfully rude of you to just walk away from me like that y'know." His voice was back in my ear, a hand moved to the side of my face, pushing back a strand of hair.

"My boyfriend won't be happy." I huffed out, not really knowing what else to say, not taking my eyes off the screen of my phone.

"Ah so Deli Girl is taken." The blonde boy sighed, sneaking a glance at him as he leaned back against the wall behind my chair, I realised that he was actually quite cute. Underneath his tight white tshirt were the tell tale lines of a toned body, his black combat pants hung sexily from hip to hip exposing a slight flash of white, the top of his boxers. "Deli Girl, you don't look so happy to be here."

"I er –"

"Quinny!" A shrill voice cut through the music, "Quinny sweetie!" Ruby pushed her way through the crowd on the dance floor bursting out in front of us. " Qui- oh. Who's your friend?"

"I erm, I –" I have no idea and I don't think Deli Boy is going to cut it as an answer for Ruby. Taking Ruby's hand in his own and gently kissing her knuckles Deli Boy smiled.

"Hello, I'm Jeff."