"Zac, I couldn't wait to talk to you!" Quinn said, pulling Zac into the den. They had just escaped from the post dinner chat fest that was about to happen in the kitchen. Quinn had dragged him away, desperate to talk to him.
"I wanna talk to you too." He said with a sheepish laugh as she pulled him over to a couch.
"So." She said, sitting down on the couch. "Fill me in."
"On what?" Zac asked.
"The last three years of your life." SHe said with a grin.
Zac laughed. "Um, okay. Not much has happened, believe it or not. I didn't cut my hair...um...gosh...." Zac's mind was blank. What had happened the last few years?
"Well, for starters, tell me about this." She said, poking at the tiny diamond that was in his ear.
"Oh." Zac laughed. "That was a dare." He said.
"Uh huh." She said skeptically.
"What, Tay dared me cuz I told him his earring looked faggy."
"Oh. Anything else I need to know about?" She asked.
"Uhm...I have a tattoo." Zac said.
"You what?" She asked, smacking his shoulder.
"Ow, what?" He said with a laugh. "I have a tattoo." He repeated.
"You're kidding! Where?" She asked.
"Well..."
"Zac...." She said, cocking an eyebrow.
"What?" He asked with a chuckle. "It's not that." He said.
"Then what is it?" She asked.
"I'll show you." He said, rolling up his t-shirt. Quinn laughed when she saw Spiderman on Zac's left pectoral.
"Oh my gosh...did it hurt?" She asked.
"Not really. I'm tough." Zac said.
Quinn laughed, and the two of them continued catching up.