Chiba was one beer in, which wasn’t a whole lot for how late the evening was, but perhaps it was enough for now. He left a small tip before heading out, tired, but not tired enough to head home. Everything was not enough at the moment, but it would have to do. He settled for a late night walk, the cold air was nice, sobered him up from not being drunk at all. He even smiled a little, for just a moment until he saw the familiar face heading the opposite direction from him. Just a chance meeting. But that was all their relationship had come to, chance meetings. “Hi Marley.”
A snort of laughter leaves her, nodding in agreement. “Ain’t that the fucking truth,” she remarks, glancing up and over at Marley, while she pours a generous amount (IE: far too much for any normal person) amount of ketchup onto the designated corner of her plate. “I’m going to take full advantage of the fact that there’s no kids here to take one bite out of ten of them and then put it back on the plate,” she comments, as if it’s some kind of genuine luxury in life --- though these days, it really is.
“Ow, fuck.” Tara whispered to herself as she physically pulled her leg up and around her motorcycle. This wasn’t the first time she was in this bad of shape -but hopefully she’d get her shit together and it’d be the last. The first time this happened was the first time she met Marley, and she should have known better thanks to that experience, but this was arguably worse. Even after a couple of weeks of training harder and learning more, she wasn’t going to get anywhere near the absolute hero she was attempting to replace. She just knew she had to try harder next time. Next time, she thought. Next time I won’t have blood dripping down my face when they’re done with me.
Tara dragged herself into her and Marley’s hideout, which was still an odd feeling for her, having a place she called her own. She could barely move her leg. She hadn’t gotten up the bravery to look at it. Gun shot or just a really bad hit to the leg? Who knew. She could feel the blood slowly dripping down her face still, even though the fight had ended about 10 minutes before. She griped her leg as she barged into where Marley was.
“I know,” she yelled, out of breath. “I’m a fucking idiot.” she flopped herself onto the couch in the middle of the room. “But you’re going to tell me anyways, I’m sure. “
SUMMARY: Ramona missed her Beezus more than she’d like to admit.
KITTY WILDE
When Kitty first moved to Surfside, like officially, not just as a summer guest, she was kind of apprehensive about how she’d fit in with all of Sam’s friends. Sure, they took her in during her summer visits and always made her feel like part of the mold they’d all been cut out of (which seriously, how lucky were they to fit in together so perfectly practically from day one?), but her living there had to be different. Kitty knew she was difficult and once they had to put up with her on an actual daily basis, there was no way they’d continue to want to be her friend.
And yet, they had. They’d continued to integrate her, to make her feel right at home, as if she’d been their friend since day one. And God, Kitty was sure she’d hit the jackpot. friends, real friends, who didn’t once make her think about that crappy memories she had from back home, who loved her for who she was and nothing less, and honestly, it was the best feeling in the entire world.
In coming to Surfside, not only had she gained more of a brother than a cousin in Sam, but she’d gained sisters in the process, too. She’d gained Marley, whose sunny disposition was nauseatingly sweet in the best way, and constantly reminded Kitty that she’d be lost without her. And divorce or not, there was no way in hell she was giving Marley up. After losing Santana (that makes it sound like she died... but leaving like that... well, Kitty had been bitter enough for it to feel that way), she’d needed a girlfriend. (Yes, she had Puck, but he was something else by a landslide). So she leaned on Marley, who was already her family, so it’s not like Kitty gave her a choice anyway. Plus, who was Ramona without her Beezus?
As Kitty slipped on her sunglasses to combat the bright Surfside Beach sun, she grumbled to herself, nearly cursing herself and Sam for going overboard on the pink bubbly the previous night. She would’ve continued to sleep off her headache, but she’d made plans with Marley, and after disappearing for as long as she had while dealing with her own issues (the ones she refused to acknowledge to anyone else in regards to Santana and Rachel), she couldn’t miss one more day without seeing someone who wasn’t one of her three cousins.
She walked to the familiar place at the end of the block and stepped inside, shivering slightly at the contrast between the warmer outside weather, and the chilly air against her bare legs. She now wished she’d opted for longer pants instead of the coral and white polka doted shorts she was wearing (she missed spring weather; sue her) in the air conditioned bakery. Spotting Marley behind the counter just as she finished with a customer, she walked up.
“This is a stick up; All the sugar cookies in the bag. Now.”
