Author's Note: I totally meant to post this in the morning but I forgot and I was running late...so anyway. Here is another chapter, please read and review. :)
The Move
It was my idea to move to California. I started thinking about it during senior year and decided it was something I really wanted. So, with that in mind, I applied to the local community college, part time, and got a full time job delivering pizzas. Worst. Job. Ever. However, even though I hated the job, I got decent tips and started saving a lot. I brought up California to the others in August and everyone thought it was a good idea except for Brittany who was mostly just confused about the idea. Saving for California became a group effort after that.
Everyone had their own reasons for wanting to go but the bottom line was: we all wanted out of the hellhole that is Lima.
Before Artie and I started dating, we had this conversation about leaving Lima and he told me he loved his mom but she could be over protective sometimes. He could take care of himself and it was sort of irritating how she was constantly hovering, asking if she could help him with anything. I understood why his mom was like that (still do) but I've always viewed Artie as being pretty independent.
"I want to move to California to prove to her that I can do it," he said, picking up a piece of pizza. We had come with Puck, Santana, Matt and Mike but the four of them were playing arcade games in the back.
"That makes sense." I was tempted to have another slice but I had already had three pieces and I was feeling stuffed.
"And California seems okay."
He hadn't sounded too convinced and I frowned. "If it's not a place you want to -"
"No, that's not it. I want to go, I guess. I think…well, what if my mom is right and I can't do it?"
I didn't answer him for a long time, mostly because I had to process. Finally, slowly, I answered, "I think we can all relate to you. None of us have been on our own but…we're all going to be together." The response seemed rather incomplete to me but Artie was nodding.
"So when we feel that we can't do it, we can lean on each other." We both smiled at the same time, recalling when Artie and the rest of glee club had sang that song to Finn and I.
"Lean on me, when you're not strong," I said.
"And I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on," he continued, not singing either.
It was in that moment that I first realized that I might like Artie
