The Way We Were

The Way We Spill

"I need to talk."

Marcy turned. "What's up, RT?"

"Not here. Let's go to the mall or something." He adjusted his glasses.

"I thought you wanted to talk; not torture me." She joked. He just looked at her. She cocked her head. "Wow, you're really upset. Yeah, we can go. Let me just tell Mal where I'm going."

"Doesn't he have to pick up the kids?"

"Yeah. He needs the car."

"I can give you a ride." Artie had a special van that allowed him to drive.

"Okay, I'll just find him." Marcy closed her locker.

"I'll be in the parking lot." He wheeled away.

Marcy frowned. Something was definitely up with him.

W.W.W.

"Can you believe about Sam and his family? Imagine being homeless. That's got to suck. And poor Tina."

Marcy stopped walking.

Artie wheeled on oblivious until he noticed no one was talking back. He looked and saw she was far behind him so he wheeled back. "What's up?"

"You're kidding me, right?"

"No. What?"

"You said you wanted to talk but all you're talking about is other people's problems. What the hell are you going through?"

"You just cursed, good girl." He pointed out.

"I will hit you."

"Okay." He raised his hands. "Satan's cheating on me."

"What?!" Marcy's jaw dropped.

"With Britt."

"Holy crap! Are you serious?!"

He looked at her with twisted lips.

"I cannot believe this. You poor man!"

"I don't know what to do."

She started walking to Orange Julius. "What does your heart say?"

He blew out a breath as he followed her. "I wasn't supposed to fall for her. She was a rebound. It wasn't supposed to hurt. But it does."

"I'm so sorry, dude. I wouldn't wish this on anybody. How'd you find out?"

"I found Britt's bra in her bed."

"How do you know it's Britt's bra?"

"Because I bought Britt that bra."

"You bought her underwear? You were deep." Marcy ordered a smoothie. "What did she say when you found it?"

Artie ordered one, too. "She tried to lie and pass it off as hers but they wear two different sizes and I know that bra. It was white with rainbow polka dots. I told her I wasn't buying it and she started crying. It was humiliating having her help me downstairs so I could storm out."

"My goodness, Artie. When was this?"

"Last night."

Marcy blinked. Maybe that was why Santana had puffy eyes all day and hadn't wanted to talk? No one knew what was wrong with her and couldn't get her to open up. "This is really soon."

"I don't know what to do." He repeated.

"Don't make any rash decisions." She knew that much.

He sighed as their drinks were ready. "I hate this. Getting cheated on is not fun."

"And it's not fair. You're a great guy, Artman."

"I don't feel like it." He moped.

"Don't let anyone dim your light. You are a phenomenal person and one day, someone is going to see your fire and covet it. And you'll be happy."

Artie smiled. "Thanks, BT."

She kissed his cheek. "Anytime."