Santana's lashes fluttered irritably as she watched everyone be entertained by Parker's story. It drove her crazy. The girl was boring and she didn't know how to tell a story. It was so unfair.
"And that's when we found out we were wearing the same shirt! Crazy, right?" Parker finished.
"Wow." Artie hoped that sounded like he was blown away by how good her story was versus how he really felt that story was.
"I know!"
"The same shirt." He shook his head.
"Yup!" She nodded happily, glad to have someone interested in her for once and not her body parts.
He smiled at her and patted her hand.
Santana saw red.
Mercedes Catherine patted her arm. "Let's go order dessert."
Santana glared at her.
"Come on. Let's go. Is pie okay with everyone?"
The rest of the group said yes with Michael offering to go with them. She declined and then the two girls went up to the counter.
"Why are you eating pie?" Santana demanded suspiciously. "You know you don't disobey your dad."
Mercedes Catherine huffed. "It's you! What's the problem? You've been a bear all night."
"Me?! What about that damn boring ass McKenna?!"
"What is wrong with you? You've never had a problem with McKenna before. Why are you mad at her all of a sudden?"
"I'm not mad." Santana sniffed.
A woman walked to the counter with a smile. "How can I help you?"
"Yes." Mercedes Catherine smiled back. "We'd like a pie for the table and refills on drinks whenever you can."
"What kind of pie?"
"Strawberry." Mercedes Catherine hoped no one was allergic.
"You want pieces or a whole pie?"
"Whole pie."
"Whipped cream?"
"Yes, please."
"Would you like to pay here?"
"I could. Thank you."
The woman held out a small machine and Mercedes Catherine set her phone above it. It dinged so she put it back in her pocket. "Want a receipt?"
"Yes, please."
The woman printed out a receipt and gave it to her. "Have a good night."
"Thank you." Mercedes Catherine started walking back to the table.
Santana followed, grumpily.
"Whatever is your problem, I hope you get over it soon. Michael and I are going to be hanging out more and as our best friends, you and Artie will be hanging out more and so will anyone you two date."
Santana scowled.
"Please?" Mercedes Catherine stopped and pouted at her. "I really like Michael."
"Fine." Santana would do anything for her best friend.
Mercedes Catherine hugged her. "Thank you. I love you."
"I love you, too."
M-
"Look at this." Malcolm held up a stuffed rabbit.
Marceline Anne stared at him.
"What?" He started doubting himself.
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Morphine
Romance"I can feel you; just like a drug..." Marceline Anne Taylor-Jones is what one would call a bad girl. She does what she wants when she wants because she wants. Malcolm Chang is what one would call a good boy. He follows the rules and does what's requ...
