Just One More
July. The most disgusting, muggy, mosquito-filled month of the year. Summer sucked. Without Brittany, that is. Brittany. Sweet, loving, never judging. At her grandma's house in Buffalo for another two weeks. So who did she have left? Her dad was at the hospital all the time, her older brother Roberto, was in Europe with his uuber rich girlfriend, Alexi. Her mom was at work at the law office, Brittany was gone. She had ostracized everyone from New Directions. Except maybe Quinn. She was okay now, too. Quinn, that is. She was trying to be a nicer person. Trying being the operative word. Not succeeding. What about Puck? No. He hated her. Rightly so. But maybe—no. She was not going back down that road again. Well—whatever. She was Santana Lopez, afraid of nobody. Steeling herself, she snatched her phone, which had been silent all day, off the kitchen table. Might as well give it a shot, right? She scrolled down her contacts list absent-mindedly. Wow. He was still a favorite. Well, somebody had to be. Besides Britt, anyway.
To: Puck
Message: Hey.
As soon as her finger released the "send" button and watched the message disappear into cyber space, she regretted it. What a loser. A friendless loser, who was so bored that she turned to her ex-boyfriend who had rejected her. Wait… what was that buzzing? Oh. Right. Her ringtone. It had been so long since she had heard it that she had almost forgotten what it sounded like altogether.
One New Message!
Exclamation point? What, could her phone sense her desperation? Was it like a horse?
From: Puck
MessageSup, Pez?
Pez. He still called her that. She wouldn't know, as they hadn't talked since Valentine's Day. Pez. The petname he had given her in elementary school, which he had used frequently during their on-again-off-again relationship. Pez. A symbol of familiarity. Affection. At least a hint of friendliness.
To: Puck
Message: I'm bored :P
Really, Santana? "I'm bored?" How witty. If he didn't already not want to talk to her, this would seal the deal. But wait…he'd replied? She opened the message hastily, curiously, nervously.
From: Puck
Message: Well alert the authorities. El Princessa is bored. Jk. Ya me 2. I have to babysit Sar :P wanna come ovr?
El Princessa. His other nickname for her, a refrence to her latina roots. Did she want to come over? Did she? How did he mean it?
As if he had read her mind (not that it would surprise her, they were exactly alike), her phone vibrated again.
From: Puck
Message: Not like tht. Just…to hang out. Like wen we were litl. Save me from the freekin princess dressup!
She giggled. Sarah had always loved making her brother dress up like a princess and having tea parties. Like when they were little. When they were best friends. Before she screwed it up.
Did she want to come over?
To: Puck
Message: Sure (: brt, prince charming ;P
