Summer before the sophomore year of high school.
Brittany and Santana have spent the whole ninth grade being friends. They had similar tastes in music and movies, and stuff like that. They always had something to talk about.
This was the summer that's going to change everything. Will they become closer? How much closer? Will one fall in love with the other? Will other feel the same?
Let's find out through Santana's eyes.


End of freshman year. Finally. This summer is going to be awesome.

I thought to myself as I walked out of school. Brittany was walking right next to me. She had a weird mixture of expressions on her face. Something between sad, angry and confused.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked.

"Yeah. I'm great. I broke up with Artie." The weird expression turned into a fake smile.

Brit and Artie dated for 7 months. Almost through the whole ninth grade. He liked the idea of having a girlfriend, so he got one. And it was sweet, naive Brittany. If you ask me, he never truly loved her, or cared about her and her feelings. He just liked the idea of being in a relationship. Although, he did have this vision of perfect girlfriend in his head, and as time slowly passed, he made it his plan to turn Brittany into this girl he wanted to date. She cared about him and didn't want to hurt him at all, and by the time he started accomplishing his plan, she was deeply in love with him.
3 months into their relationship and it was obvious, well, at least to me, that she was unhappy.

And now, there she was, telling me that she finally did it. She finally broke up with that idiot.

I have to admit, I cared about her. A lot more than people thought I did. Sometimes when I'd see her with him, with that sad look on her face, my heart broke a little too. It was obvious that hers was already completely shattered.

5 months into dating him, the sad look she always had on her face turned into just staring into some distant, blank spot. She wanted to be happy with him so badly. It just didn't work. I couldn't figure out if she was falling apart, or if she just got used to feeling broken.
He wanted to make out all the time, and she returned the kisses to satisfy him, but she did it with no emotion or passion at all.

So now, I made it my plan, or mission, whatever you want to call it, to make this summer amazing for her. I'm going to be the best friend she has ever had, and I'm going to make her happy.

I have to. I want her to feel like she's good enough just the way she is. I want her to know that there are people who don't want to change her.

We were on our way to the hill not far away from my house. We used to go there on picnics. Well, we called them picnics, but our intentions weren't really enjoying the food and sun and all the peacefulness around us, but getting drunk with the few of our close friends.
Although, I really did enjoy it there. It was my favourite place in the whole town. It was so peaceful. From up there you could see the whole town, yet nobody could see you. The sky seemed so close, and the boring town we lived in and boring lives we had, so far.

As we started climbing up the hill, Brittany slowed down a little.

I knew she was exhausted. Not from the trip to the hill, but from the way people treated her.

I stopped, let everyone pass me, and waited for her.

I don't want her to feel alone. I want her to know that I'm here.

Our steps were small and slow, and the only thing that we could hear was the laughter of our friends in the distance. I noticed how the sadness, anger and confusion appeared on her face again.

"Today is gonna be fun." I finally spoke. Though what I really meant was I'll make sure you have fun today.

"Yeah." She said, looked at me, and smiled. This time, the smile looked a little more honest.