Next chapter, some Samcedes by the lake nice times, amongst other things. Mostly, Samcedes by the lake nice times… Sorry about the long pauses between updates, but there should be another chapter up, soon, K? Love y’all!
Back to normal. Back to normal… that was all that she wanted to do – to get back there! But how could she ever? Her “normal” had been shifted, and Emma was not making it any easier. She wished that Puck was around. When he was, it didn’t matter when her normal shifted, because he took care of everything else and made her normal feel that same old normal. God, she still missed him, so much. She felt guilty about it. It would hurt Sam, if he knew, but she couldn’t help who she missed. Puck had been one of her best friends for most of her life. “Are you alright?” She heard Emma ask.
“Yeah, how about you?” She answered. Emma probably was going to say something sassy or obnoxious. She had been extremely disagreeable lately.
Emma looked at the plate in front of her and said, “They gave me ranch again, instead of blue cheese dressing.”
“So, you’re not gonna eat it?” Mercedes asked.
“I don’t like ranch. I’ve told them,” she said.
Mercedes waved over someone and asked, “Does anyone see me?”
“He’s pretending that he doesn’t,” Emma said. “But, he’s looking right at us. He knows that you can’t see. He knows that I’m… He thinks that I’m not all there…” Mercedes heard shuffling.
“Emma?” She called, but the woman didn’t answer, then she heard commotion. “Marley!” Mercedes called. She reached into her bag for her phone. Marley was supposed to be right back! She had to make a quick phone call and visit the ladies’ room and she was going to come right back to the table!
“I am so sorry,” she heard Marley saying.
“Marley? Where’s Emma?” She asked, but they were too far from her for Marley to hear the question.
“Get them out of here!” She heard a man’s voice snap.
“Right away,” Marley said, reaching for Mercedes’ hand.
“Marley? What happened?” Mercedes wondered.
“Emma poured blue cheese dressing on the waiter’s head,” Marley said.
“It wasn’t blue cheese,” Emma corrected.
“Emma…” Mercedes sighed, “You can’t do that.”
“Yes, I can. I can and I did and I feel very good about it. I’m glad that I made that choice. Can I have a salad with some blue cheese dressing, for real, now?” She asked.
“Yeah, but we have to get it from somewhere else. We’re being kicked out,” Mercedes said, finding Emma’s hand.
“I know that, Mercy. Despite what all of you think, I have very good understanding.” Emma said, chuckling. Then, Mercedes heard her say, “Bye, Mister Waiter!”