Bonding

Abraxas sat soaking up the sun. Summer was almost over, and not a moment too soon. This was torture. He needed college again.

"Done, aren't you?"

"Hi Mami," Abraxas said, not opening his eyes.

"Sit up, I brought you a drink."

He sat up and took the bottle she'd brought to him. He hesitated.

"Go on," Santana said, smirking. "You're almost 21, and I'm harboring no delusions that this is your first one."

Abraxas looked around, sure this was a trap. But they were alone outside while the party went on in the house. "Thanks," he said, taking a sip.

"No problem. We both needed a break from our crazies."

He smiled and leaned back again.

They didn't talk. They didn't need to.