(Marleys POV)
Ghandi once said 'You must be the change you want to see in the world.'
I read over this quote several times. What does it mean? How does Mr Schue expect us to write a paragraph about it, if we don't even know what it means?
"Marley?" Mom calls from the living room.
I sigh, closing my Empty notebook, and drop it on my bed. I walk out of my room, to the hallway, and into the living room where my mom is sitting. She's just gotten off the phone.
"Hey." I say, she gestures to the Couch. "Is something wrong?" I sit down.
"I just got off the phone with Officer Vasquez." She replies.
"Okay." I nod "Is everything okay?"
"Yes, it's just.." She sighs. "I needed to talk to you about something."
"What is it?"
"There's this boy...He's a very troubled young man." She explains "Officer Vasquez seems to think it would be a good idea if he comes to stay with us for a while."
"Here? Are you serious?" I ask "Why?"
"Marley, this could be his last chance to get his life straight.." Mom says, "But, I'll only say yes, if you agree."
"Where will he go if I don't?"
"I'm not sure..maybe a Juvenile Facility."
I guess this really is his last chance...how can I say no? I stare at my mom for a moment, thinking it over..maybe it wont be so bad..at least there would be someone else around to talk to.
"Yeah."
"You're sure you'll be okay with him staying here?" She asks
"yeah, of course."
She smiles "Alright. I'll call officer Vasquez and let him know. Why don't you go finish your homework."
I nod and walk back to the hall, stopping by the door. I cant make out everything, but I can hear bits of what my mom is saying.
"Yeah, She said yes." She pauses. "Tonight? Of course. I can have the room set up." She laughs. "Alright, I'll see you at nine."
I glance at my watch, 8:30. only a Half-hour until he gets here. I run to my room and sit back on my bed. I wish I knew more about the boy who's coming here. Maybe then the idea of having a complete stranger living down the hall wouldn't be so Freaky. I look back at my notebook. Think, Marley think. What does this quote mean to me? Not much...I haven't really made much of a change in the world...or even in Lima. I'm starting to get really frustrated. I can hear my mom shuffling around in the Adjacent room. I walk in to see her straightening up things in the Guest room.
"Oh, sweetie, perfect timing." She says "I could use a little help."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Take these boxes out to the trash?"
"Sure thing, mom" I sigh, grabbing the boxes.
I walk to the Closet and grab my coat, I know its cold outside, but that doesn't stop me from going out there in shorts. I throw the boxes into the trash bin, and breathe In the cold air. And thats when it starts pouring down Rain.
"No, no,no,no,no." I mutter, running back to the door. By the time I do get inside, I'm soaking wet."Great.." I walk into the living room, My mom walks over from the Hallway.
"Marley, Sweetie you're Drenched." She exclaims.
"I know...it's raining outside."
She laughs. "Stay here and dry off, and i'll finish the room."
"Thanks Mom.."
She smiles and Walks back to the Guest room. I walk to the bathroom and grab a towel to dry my hair. I walk back to the living room, and sit down on the couch. I'm so tired..i feel like this day will never end. My eyes close. I'm about to fall asleep when I hear the doorbell ring.
"Marley, would you get that.."
I stand up and walk to the door, still attempting to dry my hair. When I ope the door, I don't recognize the person on the other side.
(Jakes POV)
I'm standing at the front door of this house. Officer Vasquez is a couple feet behind me..I would do anything to make both the House and Him disappear.
"Ring the doorbell" He says.
"Why?" I ask.
"So they'll let us in." He replies, sounding kind of pissed.
"Oh shoot, I thought we'd just walk right in." I say. I know it annoys him when I talk back...which is why I do it.
"Just...do it."
I ring the doorbell a couple times. I hear someone yell something, before footsteps walking towards the door. I stare at the welcome mat in front of the door. I Exhale, the air is so cold I can see my breath. The door opens. I slowly look up. Standing in the doorway is a girl who looks like shes close to my age. Her Brunette hair is Wet and sticking to the sides of her face, like shes just taken a shower. My gaze moves up and down a couple times before stopping at the base of her V-neck t-shirt. What? I'm a guy, get over it.
"Hi." she says.
"Hey, Marley." officer Vasquez greets. "Can we come in?"
Marley? Isn't that a dogs name? I shrug that thought off. Marley gives me an Angry look, and I realize I'm starring. And she does not like it.
"Yeah, come in.." she replies, walking to her room.
Vasquez shoves me through the doorway, into the house. We walk into the living room as Marley walks back from her room. She's put a jacket on that goes just below her...
"Where's your mother, Marley?" Vasquez asks looking around.
"She's in the guest room" She replies, continuing o to dry her hair.
After Vasquez walks down the hall, I flop down on the couch next to Marley.
"Vasquez didn't mention the Mrs Rose had such a hot daughter." I smile.
She didn't even look at me.
"Oh c'mon, just a little light humor." I laugh slightly, propping my feet on the table.
"Well.." She knocks my feet off the table. "It's not funny."
"No, just true." I grin "You are pretty hot."
She's looking down, she doesn't smile, but I can see her face is turning red.
Vasquez walks back in, Marleys mom not far behind.
"Hello jake." she says
"Hi."
"Jake," she smiles "this is my daughter Marley." she points at Her, "Marl, this is jake."
"We've met." She says.
"Oh, good." She laughs. "Marley, would you show Jake to his room?"
"I'm still drying off."
"It'll only take a second, Marley."
"But Mom-"
"Marley. Go."
She sighs, standing up. I follow her into a hallway, then to the second room on the right.
"Heres your room." she says.
I nod. The room isnt that bad. Theres a Bed, a dresser and..wait..a desk? They don't expect me to go to school, do they?
"I guess I'll see you in the morning."
"Whatever.." I mumble.
She sighs, walking into the next room.
I guess that's her room. I might have to remember that. I Smile. Yeah, definitely remember that. I walk over to the bed and flop down.
Tomorrow should be interesting..
A/N
Is it just me or does Jake act more like puck here?
Yes? no? maybe?
Whatever...
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