Helping each other out || Puckleberry 

Puck was spread across the couch, head cocked to the side as he blankly stared at the flickering television screen. While he saw the colors flash before his eyes, heard the sounds and could put the images together, he didn’t pay attention to what he was watching. It didn’t really reach his brain. He could’ve been staring at a wall looking the exact same, because he didn’t care what he was watching, or doing, or… It didn’t matter. He’d become a bit lifeless in the week that had passed since he’d gone home after spending some time with Liz and Eli. The twins went to Cali on a short trip, and his aunt left to take care of her own family. While she’d meant to take Abbigail with her, Puck had found the strength to stand up against her and tell her to back off. He needed Abbi as much as she needed him, and he knew better than to let his aunt take her away.

Taking care of his sister resulted quite difficult, though. As a twelve year old, she wasn’t a baby anymore. She was smart, could actually take care of herself pretty well… and tried to tell him every now and then how she didn’t need his help when he offered to help her do her homework, make her lunch. She was just like him, wanting to be independent, and he liked it. But she was still a little girl in so many ways, and that was hard for Puck, because he didn’t really trust himself in taking care of anything. He couldn’t even take care of a fucking plant if he wanted to. That’s why he was, secretly, very grateful the brunette had offered to come over. Maybe it’d take his mind off of things. Or so he hoped. Because watching television gave him too much opportunity to think about his mom. He wasn’t actually sure how bad the situation was, because she’d refused to tell him, but it wasn’t hard to guess it was pretty bad. The doctor’s that he’d seen on his short visits to the sterile room his mom occupied had all shot him looks of pity. And they wouldn’t do that if whatever held his mother in that stupid bed was perfectly manageable. At least, that’s what he figured.

Staying over at the Johnsons || Puck & Liz 

Puck slowly walked down the stairs, carrying a backpack with a few of his belonging as he passed family pictures that were displayed along the walls in the hall. His mom looked so happy in all of the pictures… and now she was in the hospital. Sick. Probably sicker than she wanted to admit to him. She’d asked his aunt to take care of her children. Well, mostly of Abigail, his younger sister, as he was old enough to take care of himself. Abi would be alright with their aunt. Puck, on the other hand, wouldn’t. His aunt believed he was the reason his mom got hospitalized - because he was a bad Jew, and just a fuck up in general. That’s why he was glad to get out of the house and go to the Johnsons for a little while. Liz was a nice girl, and her brother was, too, the two of them were quite awesome and would probably help him to think of something else beside his mom and aunt.

Before leaving the house, he headed for the living room, where he found his sister on the couch, watching television. He crouched down in front of her and cleared his throat, “Abster, be a good girl for me, ‘kay? I’ll be gone for a few days, so you’ll be alone with auntie Johanna.” The girl looked up and showed a pout, “Where are you going?” He shrugged, “To some friends.” She nodded, “Will you be back soon?” Puck didn’t quite know how to answer that, as he had no clue how long he’d be gone, so he slowly shrugged, again, and ruffled her hair, “I will.” After giving her a hug and placing a kiss on top of her head, he got up again and walked out of the living room, to the front door.

Getting out of his car, he looked up at the house of the Johnsons. He didn’t exactly know what to expect, since the majority of their conversations were held over the internet, but he had a feeling they were as crazy in real life as they were online. Which should be fun. He walked up to the front door, knocked on the door and took a few steps back, wondering who’d open the door - as he didn’t know who they were living with. He did know their parents were supposed to be back in California, but it was a mystery as to why they weren’t living with their parents or why they even moved all the way to Lima in the first place.