This Life I Lead

Chapter 11

Santana sat in the booth. "I can't believe you sit through that every Sunday. It's so long."

Artie parked next to her. "I definitely fell asleep a couple times."

"It's okay." Mercedes soothed. "It's a lot for anybody."

"So what are you doing today?"

"Cleaning the house."

"More cleaning?!" Santana's jaw dropped.

"We clean every Sunday."

"We also have to go grocery shopping." Quinn put in.

"That sucks." Artie wrinkled his nose.

"That's necessary." Marcy told him. "We need to eat to survive."

He sighed. "You're right. I just used to hate going with my mom."

"Why?" Mike asked.

"She'd take so long! She always wanted to make sure she was getting the best price. It took forever."

"I hate all shopping so it doesn't take us long." Marcy assured him. "We get what we need to get and get out."

"Except when she wants to haggle with the butcher." Quinn smirked.

"I do not haggle!"

"You haggle, Twin." Karou patted her hand.

Marcy snatched it from her. "I do not haggle! I persuade."

"Your persuasion almost got us kicked out last week."

"Shut up!"

"How?!" Artie was in awe.

"She nearly made him cry!" Quinn told.

Marcy narrowed her eyes.

Santana and Artie were cracking up.

Mal kissed her cheek. "If you made him cry, he wasn't so tough anyway."

"Thank you!" Marcy leaned on his shoulder.

"Thank you!" Mally repeated.

"How's their English coming?" Artie asked.

"Better than Puck's Italian." Quinn rolled her eyes. "He's terrible."

"He's a terrible student." Mercedes corrected. "If he'd pay attention, he'd learn something."

"Is it really rough going?" Santana grinned.

Mike smiled. "I was better at learning English and it took me until I was five to master it."

Santana laughed. "I can't wait to tease him!"

"Say yay." Mal tickled Mickey.

"Yay." Mickey said dutifully.

"Say it in English."

"Yay!"

He bussed her cheek. "You heard her. Get him."

The table laughed as a waitress came to take their order.

M&MC

Marcy swept into the sunroom with Karou on her heels. "Guess what!"

"What?" Mercedes sipped her coffee.

"I got in contact with Jude!"

"Yay!" Mercedes and Quinn clapped.

"Who's Jude?" Santana asked.

"He's my very best friend." Marcy twisted from side to side.

"Mal's your very best friend!" Mercedes lectured.