It wasn't easy sharing a living space with so many people. Especially since Marty had long gotten used to only sharing a space with her brother and occasionally Nick, that is when he wanted to crash at her place. Nick's bedroom ended up turning into their bedroom, one that they shared with Lukas and Pingu.
Mrs. Clark had seemed more than a little uncomfortable at the prospect of Marty and Nick sharing a room... until her son pointed out rather incredulously that nothing would ever happen with Lukas sleeping in there too. Something that Marty had a hundred percent agreed with. Besides... it wasn't like Nick was actually sleeping on the same bed Marty and Lukas were in -no matter how much Marty secretly wished that she was wrapped up in her best friend's comforting arms at night- Nick was sleeping on the blow-up mattress Travis had given them, and that was placed on the other side of the room.
Still, all things considered... it hadn't been too bad so far. However, Marty had found herself spending a lot of one-on-one time with Mrs. Clark, who was now insisting she call her Maddy or, at the very least, Maddison. Which only brought forth a new distinct level of awkwardness that she'd yet to experience.
Marty's new routine comprised of waking up at seven-thirty, taking a shower with Lukas to save on water before getting her brother and herself dressed for the day, helping Mrs. Clark- Madison prepare breakfast, and then helping her clean it up after, tidying up her area, taking Pingu out to use the bathroom and clean up after him, helping Lukas read before helping Mrs. Cla- Madison make a small but filling lunch and clean up again. Every other day, Marty helped wash and dry all of the laundry, she prayed the rosary in Spanish with Griselda daily since it seemed to make the older woman happy to have company, before going down to play with Lukas for a little while... since he was now spending most of his time during the day by the poolside with Nick -whose mother didn't trust him with anything- before helping make the evening meal with Mrs- Madison and clean one final time- that is the older woman couldn't convince one of the younger teens to help.
Sometimes, after dinner, everyone would awkwardly lounge in the living room and talk about what they did during the day or about everything that was going on outside. Liza had been putting her medical training to use by going around the neighborhood and tending to people with ailments... which was slowly starting to make Mrs. Clark- dammit, Madison seethe with rage since the woman wasn't pulling her weight in the house. Travis -and why was it so much easier for her to refer to the man by his first name rather than his given- had, in Nick's words, gotten all buddy-buddy with the soldiers and had somehow become like the neighborhood mayor and go-between for the military personnel and regular civilians. It meant that Travis was also often outside of the house rather than in it.
Griselda was pretty much bound to her bed, so her husband, Daniel, spent his days simply attending to the injured woman. Their daughter Ofelia mostly helped out with her mother and accompanied Alicia to get the daily rations for the household--which could sometimes take them hours since they had to wait in line. Otherwise, Ofelia and Alicia both seemed to waste their days away doing whatever they felt like. Chris was pretty much the same, though he seemed to have claimed the roof as his designated perch and hang out place, Marty could occasionally hear him narrating to his camera whenever she walked outside.
The younger teens were chafing inside the house, their tempers rising--either with their parents or with each other whenever they were forced inside too long. The fences protecting them from the infected were also keeping everyone locked inside and fairly ignorant--since none of the soldiers were very eager to ever divulge any information. It was why Alicia and Chris had taken to roaming the neighborhood rather than sticking to home.
Ofelia was in the middle of a great flirtation with one of the soldiers. Marty didn't know too much about it, but she'd overheard Ofelia sharing some details with Alicia a few nights ago. It wasn't her place to judge a... blooming romance, even if she did find the timing of it to be a little weird. Then again, Marty wasn't going to be the first to start throwing stones at glass houses, lest her own fall apart in the process.
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One Day at a Time - (Season One)
FanfictionMartina Ruiz had to grow up quickly. Both of her parents had passed away before she hit seventeen. Her mother's death had officially left Marty and her little brother, Lukas, all alone in the world... but if she was being truly honest with herself...
