The Way We Were

The Way We Love Malcy

Mercedes smiled as Marcy showed off her outfit for graduation. It was a tiny peach dress that left nothing to the imagination and she paired it with sky-high white heels. She also wore all her (shiny) push presents and left her hair curly but in a ponytail. "You look so cute!"

"You know Father and Papa Mike cannot see you in that." Laura advised.

Marcy shrugged. "I just hope I can walk in these things."

"You've gotten kinda good at walking in heels." Quinn approved of the racy ensemble. "Your makeup skills are embarrassingly better."

"Don't get slapped, blondie."

"You can't hit me! I'm-!"

Marcy raised a brow as Quinn realized she was no longer pregnant.

"A new mother."

"Nice save but I'll jump on you."

"I'll tell Mikey!"

"Who he gon whoop? His own daughter just kicked him in the face yesterday."

Laura giggled.

"Laura!" Mercedes gasped.

"I love Little Di."

"But you're so good!"

Laura gave a small, strange giggle.

Marcy laughed. "Mom!Laura is awesome!"

Laura smirked. "Marcy. I'm only kidding."

"You don't have to lie to spare their feelings! Their husband is bad!"

"Hey!" Mercedes threw a toy.

Marcy frowned at a toy being in her closet but shook it off. "Don't throw stuff at me! I'll sit on you!"

"With what weight?!" Quinn sniped irritably. "I'm the one who's carrying a whole other person's worth of weight in my stomach but nobody's in there anymore!"

"Oh Lucy!" Mercedes hugged her.

"Quinn!"

"Shut up; I'm trying to soothe you."

"And Mom!Mercy is savage as well!" Marcy gloated.

Maddie shook her head. "Can I get pictures of you?"

"Sure. But don't post them on social media until after the ceremony."

"I wonder if Karou and Kari and Paris, London, India and China are having as much fun as we are?"

W.W.W.

Marcy did business on her phone as she and the rest of the graduating class waited to be called. Everyone was nervous but she just wanted it over with so she could pack.

They were packing up their things to ship to California then they were going to travel together for the summer as siblings, even though they were going to the same city. They knew it wouldn't be the same but they'd try.

The drama club advisor took a deep breath. "You've played small roles up until now. Today you're the lead in the musical of your life. Go out and break a leg!"

What a throwpillow! Marcy thought as she gave her phone to Mal to put in his pocket.

Mrs. Schuester (Ms. Pillsbury) waved to them as she went out to go to the table housing the diplomas. She and her new husband would be handing them out.

Principal Figgins began calling them out one by one. "Arthur Abrams Sr.! The New York Film Academy, class of 2017!"

Artie rolled onto the stage and accepted his diploma. His parents, sister, fiancées and their children were in the audience cheering.