𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐮𝐲|| Glee

Makeover

I was at my locker and Brittany walked up to me and smiles.

"Hi, Brittany. Can I help you with something?" I ask her.

"So as you know I'm running for senior class president again and I know your a sophomore and I was wondering if you would be my running mate?" She asks.

"Uh, Britt, I wish I could but, I know someone else with the same grade point average as me and the same grades. How about Artie?" I suggest.

"Okay, anyways. I realize that I didn't do much as president last year but this year I'm going to change that and I can be in charge and you can make all the boring decisions." She tells me.

"Okay." I say with a little squeak in my voice as she forgot what I just said. "Let's got talk to Artie. He would love to work with you."
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At the presidential debate I walked into the auditorium and said next to Marley she looked a little sad and I gave her a small hug and smiled.

"Attention, miniscule segment of the student body. Principal Figgins is out this week, with what he described as religious fever. And I am forced to moderate these proceedings." Coach says.

I block out her voice and play music on my phone while she went on about the debate.

"There are two utterly disheartening wrinkles to this absolutely pointless contest. First, the horrifying fact that this year slate of candidates consist entirely of glee club members. And secondly, the inexplicable introduction of the vice presidential field for no discernable reason whatsoever." Coach continues.

"So let's make the second-tiered losers. You know them as the pimp and the gimp. Artie Abrams and Sam Evans."

A few people clap as they come out from behind the curtains. I sent Sam a thumbs up and he smiled.

"Are you guys dating?" Marley asks.

"No. We're just friends." I tell her.

"Stumbles, my first question is for you. Who in gods name, gives a hot, Wet, steamy dump about student government?" Coach asks.

"I do. And I think everyone in this room should too. First of all student government isn't just a way for us to pad our college resumes. It's a way for us to take an active role in our education. Study after study shows that an active student body is a successful student body." Artie began to ramble and I pulled out candy from my backpack and handed a bag of to Marley.

"Do you just keep candy in your bag?" She asks.

"Yeah. I use to do it all the time in New York." I tell her.

"And that's one of the many goals I promise to reach by the midway point of my first term, as outlined in my 96-point Pierce-Abrams roadmap to restore McKinley's future." Artie finally finishes his speech.

"Merciful sweet Jesus, thank you. Sam Evans your response?" Coach asks.

"I wasn't really listening. Whatever Artie said, I agree with that." Sam answers.

I mouthed 'what are you doing?'to him and he gives me a confused face.

"Our next question is from the Twitter.@hungrySouthMouth asks Sam Evans, Rumor has it you were a stripper. Aren't you ashamed?" Coach asks.

"Oh my god." I mumbled.

"No, I'm not. In fact..." Sam started before tearing off his shirt.

"Fix it Jesus."I mumbled to myself.

"And your friends with him." Marley says.

"I know. I'll be back." I say then get up from my seat and go back stage.