Too Much For Ya?
Chapter 1
Summery- Santana is a famous singer. She just wants to be like any regular teenager. She wants to go to high school, and hang out with friends, but will she eventually have the chance? G!P Santana, Brittana!
"Santana. Santana! SANTANA!"
"Yes! What? I'm awake!" I jolt up in my bed.
"It's time for work," Holly, my manager, family, and one of my only friends, says.
"No! I don't wanna," I whine.
See this has gone too far. All I wanted to be was famous, but no, no it's too much. I have too wake up too early. For example, it's 11 in the morning. Ha, guess I got to wake 30 minutes late today. Score! Anyway back to the point, I just wanna live a teenager's normal life. My tour is almost over in 2 weeks, but now I'm still writing music, and recording while being on tour. Of course I love my job, but like I've been saying for the past 2 minutes it's too much. Oh! Holly!
"Santana? Where did you go?" Holly asks.
"Sorry. Spaced out," I said as I lied back down.
"No! Up," she yells pulling my pillow from under my head.
"Good thing I have like 5 more," I said as pulled another pillow under my head.
"You have to get up," she say calmly. See when she talks like that I listen. "You know how long it takes for you to get ready." I sprint out of bed.
She's right. I don't like talking about my friend, it's all kinds of awkward. Yes, I was born with de la penis. All girl, yes. All girl with penis, sadly yes. I call it the Santana Jr. Don't judge I couldn't think of a better name. I have to wear these very, very uncomfortable compression shorts. They leave marks on my skin, but eventually they go away. No one knows besides Holly, and Puck. Puck is the other friend/family. He also plays guitar with me for tours. Anyway, I've never put the Santana Jr. into any girl. So, I'm still a virgin. I'm still waiting for the right girl. One who won't use me for my money, but that's going to be a hard one to find. Especially since I'm always on tour. I just need need somebody to love. (Did you know I attract more girls then Justin Bieber ever had?)
"Santana! You better be getting ready in there!" Holly yells through my bathroom's door.
"Yes, mother," I yell back. Seriously she's been like a mother to me, and Puck.
"No need to snap back," she yells again.
"Sorry," I apologize.
"Now come on. You need to eat breakfast."
"K. I'll be down in a minute," I respond. I turn on the shower water, and jump in. Good thing I don't have to wear those compression shorts to bed. I take a quick wash, and get out. I make my way to my room, and pick out something to wear. Then I make my way downstairs. I'm so not ready to work today.
This is my first fanfic. If you like let me know and I'll keep making chapters! Thanks.