Freaky Faberry 2 point 0 Chapter 1: Keep Your Enemy Closer, a glee fanfic

I can't believe I actually have the nerve to even post a Glee fic. I feel like I'm going to be disowned for being a hypocrite, haha. I used to bash it so badly a year or so ago. I watch an episode every once in awhile. I didn't see what the hype was all about, but it's a genuinely great show. Has pretty good character development for the most part, amazing singers, actually some hot guys now, decent choreography, and the best part; Faberry 2.0!:)
Obviously there are significant differences between Karley and Faberry. Marley is from a poor background, doesn't fit in mostly because her mom is the lunch lady and she is overweight, which is a ridiculous reason to pick on anyone. Oh, and Marley is nicer than Rachel, in my opinion. Kitty does have similarities to Quinn, but she may be even more vile with the whole getting Marely to upchuck. She can be nice, she just chooses not to since she has an image to sustain. I don't usually watch Glee regularly, so I am wondering what's her whole deal and if I'll be able to capture their personalities and tendencies.

This story is based on the movie Freaky Friday, so if you've seen it, you'll have an idea of what's going to happen. But I promise it won't be that predictable because that would be suckish and boring!

PLEASE TELL ME IF I'M COMPLETELY WASTING MY TIME BY WRITING THIS, PRETTY PLEASE?

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Marley's P.o.v -
You know how you're supposed to dislike people who torture you? Well, I can't bring myself to hate or even despise her. Don't ask me why, I can't comprehend why either. I just think I'm the kind of person to almost always give someone a second chance, whether or not they deserve it. The catch is, I've tried to get along with this individual and all they do is ridicule my mom and I. I've done absolutely nothing to this person that I know of, and yet they want to make me suffer every time they can. Yes, I'm talking about Kitty Wilde. Pretty, popular, head Cheerio, Kitty Wilde.

She's done just about every imaginable verbal and physical punishment I can come up with. I'm sure sooner rather than later she'll get me psychologically too. I'll list a few. She has tripped me intentionally, called me various (rude and creative) names, degrades me constantly, told the whole school that the lunch lady is my mom, (which didn't bother me because she's my mom and I'll never let other people tear her down) and don't forget about the weekly slushie facial. Even after all this, I still feel as if there's some part of Kitty that has a sense of regret or guilt every time she mocks me. But maybe that's just my wishful thinking. I would gladly forgive her and figure out why she seems so contempt towards me. You see, I look for the best in people, even when no one else does. Why dwell in the past when you can look forward to the future? I know you're thinking, that's sentimental, but I try not to harbor any ill will towards anyone, (including Kitty). If I could just get Kitty to open up to me. . . I think we may be able to achieve a much needed breakthrough. That's a big fat ginormous if! This is an if bigger than Jake's womanizing egotistical mind.

Everybody at school probably assumes I'll trust anybody who talks to me or is remotely nice to me. It's not true. I am compatible with nearly everyone who is civil towards me, but it doesn't mean we're best friends. It also doesn't mean you've gained my trust. If Kitty could just trust me, because it looks like she has her walls up too, then maybe by the grace of the aca-gods, ( I really need to stop reciting lines from Pitch Perfect in my everyday life) we might be able to be friends? At least I hope so...

It's the start of a new semester Marley. Maybe if I have the courage to just talk to Kitty she won't bite my head off? Sigh, it's worth a try, right? Oh well, I'm going to be brave and go for it.

Wait isn't that Kitty? Isn't she going to go into McKinley? Oh my gosh, she's crying? Why is she crying? I've never seen her show any other emotion than an I'm in charge attitude. I honestly didn't know if she was capable of crying. Okay, so maybe I did, but I didn't expect to see her shedding tears on the first day of school after our return from a chilly winter break.

I try to appear casual, so I do not scare her. "Um, Kitty, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?" I question innocently.

Her head whips around so fast that I thought she was going to rip me a new one right then and there. I was surprised to hear what she really said. "Did Honey Boo Boo come over here to cut me down too? That's fine, I deserve it. Go ahead, tell me I'm a horrible person and that I'll never be anything in life," Kitty weakly stated.

Is that what she thinks of herself? She's popular and head cheerleader and girls want to be her, while guys want to be with her. I'm confused...

"You're not a horrible person and even though we don't know one another that well, I know you'll be something in life. Trust me."

Kitty laughs; a pained laugh. "Trust you? I don't even trust myself anymore. You're too nice Marley. You're comforting me even though I've never said or done one nice thing for you. Why? Don't you hate me?" Kitty asked honestly.

I don't hate you Kitty. I just want to get to know the real you. "I try to be nice and I'm also into helping out others. I don't like to see anyone crying, unless its tears of joy. And I know for a fact that these tears aren't happy ones." I carefully and gently wipe away some of the moisture on her cheek. I'm shocked she lets me do this, but then I discover something terrible.

"Kitty!" I yell startlingly loud at the shorter blond.

"W-what?" She stutters out. Did Kitty Wilde stutter? Wake me up; I must be in a nightmare within a dream.

"Your cheek is bruised, really badly, I might add! Who did that to you?"

She subconsciously glances down at the floor before answering. She's not going to tell me the truth.

"I fell."

Who would possibly be bullying Kitty Wilde of all people? I'm absolutely baffled. I thought she'd sick her gang of Cheerios on them. Maybe they're not really her friends even if they say they are. She doesn't want anyone to see her like this. That's why she covered up the nasty bruise with a ton of makeup.

"We both know that's not true Kitty. What really happened? I'm not going to tell anyone. I know how to keep a secret," I say, tying to assure her.

"I'm not lying! I know you're not going to tell anybody because if you did, I'd have to end what little social life you have left," she said in her classic HBIC tone. The funny thing is that she's the furthest thing away from threatening. I see a scared girl who won't let down her guard at any cost.

I smile halfheartedly. "Kitty." I give her a look that says, "I can see right through your lie." I think I successfully intimidated someone for the first time in my life and it just so happens to be Kitty Wilde. Wow.

I see her hesitate. "I can't tell you. I really can't. This." She points to her bruise. "It's nothing serious."

"It'll stay confidential. You can tell me anything." When I make a promise, I keep it. If there's one thing I'm good at, its comforting people and keeping secrets private. I don't want to freak out anymore on her, because she might lash out, and that's the last thing I want.

She then gave me a genuine smile. I don't think she's ever smiled at me until now. It's a really good feeling for some reason.

"Okay, but you have to promise this will stay between you and me, and you and me only? Got it?" She challenges as if this were a cheerio competition.

I'm just happy we're bonding all of a sudden!" I promise Kitty." I was too happy to even care if she was attempting to be mean again.

"Good. Pinky promise?" She sticks out her pinky, waiting for me. I'm sorry; I shouldn't be saying this, but pinky promise? Aww, that's so cute. If she could hear my thoughts, she would literally strangle me. Yay for the brain not speaking for itself!

I interlace my pinky with hers and can't help but notice how small and cute her fingers are. I'm really getting off track. I think we may shockingly be able to become friends! Maybe things work out a certain way for a reason.

"Marley, how about Breadstix around seven thirty tomorrow?"

"I think it sounds great!"

"Super. See you later then." She smirks and struts off. At least she's not crying anymore!

"Bye Kitty," I wave excitedly and think this just may be the breakthrough I was talking about. SHE NEVER TOLD ME HOW SHE GOT THE BRUISE. I GOT SO SIDETRACKED. I'm sure she'll tell me at Breadstix!

Kitty P.o.v -
Oh naive and gullible Marley. She probably thinks we're friends now, but we're not. She can think we're friends all she wants, but I know deep down we'll never be real friends. I can't be friends with someone so low on the social pyramid. Mentioning pyramids; Marley's mom should really get a food pyramid so she can learn which food groups will make her lose weight. Oops that wasn't very nice, was it? Marley is too nice. Sometimes I wish I could be as nice as she was...did I just say I wanted to be like Marley? What the hell?! I don't want anything to do with her unless it involves a slushie or an argument. I have to keep up this act that we will become friends. Once I get her to trust me, I'll crush her. When she saw me today, that wasn't fake. I was crying and I did get hit by someone, but it's not a big deal, like I said. I should've listened and I didn't, so I could have prevented it from the beginning. I have to keep my grades up, be a good Christian, stay head Cheerio, and get back at Marley for whatever she's done to me, even though I can't think of anything. Like head Cheerios before me said, "keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer!"

That's it for chapter 1! Please give me some feedback, it'd be greatly appreciated. I'm not kidding, I love getting reviews on how I can improve. Again, thanks for taking the time to read my fic!:)