A/N: So I've decided to write a story about Marley, I quite like Marley, but the main reason for it being her is that I just don't think this story would really suit Fabrevans. None the less I hope you enjoy this story :D
Location: Palm Desert, California, U.S.A.
Time: Does it matter?
It was a perfect night: soft, silent, and full of stars.
I stood on the balcony looking down into the glistening blue-green depths of the swimming pool below and groaned. If I jumped now, I might just land in the cool clear water. Just. Then again, I might just break my leg. Maybe that would get me out of here. Not out of here as in "home" perhaps, but out of here, and that had to be a good thing.
Something was moving about below. Or someone. I heard the click of heels on the terrace. Oh great! With just the two of us in the house, there was only one person it could be.
But it was 3 a.m.! Couldn't a girl enjoy a good bout of home sickness and major jet-lag without the place filling up with extras? I took a quick step back from the rail, hoping to back up silently from where I came, but it was too late. There was a small glass table with a valuble vase sitting on it. The figure would have passed me but no, I walked straight into the table sending the vase, and the table crashing down. Glass and vase pieces were every-where.
"Shit." Oh whats wrong with me I don't swear, it's this place, this damn place, with that damn lady.
"Marley is that you?" she mumbled
The figure had moved closer to the balcony and was looking up at me, her face greeny-white in the reflection of the water. I recognised her at once. You would have, too, or you should have, if you knew anything worth knowing about movie history. That face. It was unmistakeable. It was the face of Rachel Berry.
Fabulous, beautiful Rachel Berry.
Two-time Oscar winner.
Legend.
Goddess.
Diva.
The ultimate movie star.
Maybe to you.
To me: Grandma.
Nightmare.
Witch.
And I was pretty sure she was drunk.
"Marley?" she re-mumbled "Is that you?"
Well, duh! Who did I look like? An extra from some low-budget sci-fi horror flick?
"No," I called back. "I'm a mutant zombie alien."
She cupped a hand to her ear. "What was that darling?"
"Jet lag," I said
"Poor baby," she cooed.
And as if on cue, an unbelievably, ridiculously, impossibly small white dog appeared at her side and looked up at me, too.
"Poor baby," Rachel said again, and picked up the dog.
Okay for a minute there, I thought she meant me.
"I feel like a zombie," I said
The dog made a noise that sounded unpleasently like a snigger and licked my grandmother's chin.
"Would you like to come down and keep me company, darling? While I have a little drinky winky by the pool?" She holds up the dog to her face and kisses, she kisses it, how can you kiss a little ball of fuzz, and not spit afterward.
I cringe, not only at the kissing, but also at the use of 'drinky winky', I hate when people make up words just because they think things have to rhyme when babies or ugly little rat dogs are around.
I looked at the pool again and tried to judge the distance.
Maybe I could just do it. I clenched my fists and closed my eyes. But the madness passed. After all there is only so much madness you can blame on jet lag, and this was not exactly a good time for taking a performance dive into several acres of high-finshed ceramic edging.
I looked down at my grandmother and tried to think of something sensible.
"I'll be right down," I called
It was all so wrong.
And although I didn't know it at the time, over the next few days it was going to get a whole lot worse.
Confused? I don't blame you.
Okay lets go back a few reels.
A/N: So thats the first chapter, if you think its worth continuing let me know and if you have questions feel free to ask. I love reviews, so if you have anything to say at all it will make me happy :D