Brittany POV

As a college student, I am not one of those types who like to hang out a lot. I use most of my free times for dancing, reading or playing video games. I know I am such a dork. Since I was 4, my mother had taught me how to sway my body. She said "move like you need air to breathe." That is why now I am taking dance program in Juilliard, third year. Hey, I just realized that within two months I will be 22. Time goes really fast.

"Brittany, you there?" That must be my cousin.

"No. Brittany's not here, Owen," I chuckle.

"Damn. Your room is like a mess. Better you clean it or I am going to tell Mom."

"Move your ass if you're just coming here to complain about my room."

"Ok, I am going to shut up. But can I stay here? I want to complete Call of Duty's next mission." He says with his best pleading eyes.

"Ok, but don't distract me. I want to watch Imagine Me and You. Again."

"You are really a maniac."

"Shut up!"

Watching Imagine Me and You over and over again is like my guilty pleasure. The story line was really cool. The actresses, Heather Morris and Naya Rivera, are really damn hot, gorgeous and flawless. When it comes to them, I cannot stop rambling.

Today is Heather's birthday. I know there is one video project made by fans. It was a project about everyone from around the world sending happy birthday messages in video form for her. Out of luck, when I made it a few weeks ago, my friend just dropped my phone so it was broken. Right now I just can sit and watch the video through my new phone. I feel so sad but excited at the same time.

Anyway, I am not putting myself into labels, but most of my friends said I am a bisexual. I came out when I was 16 and my family is okay with that. But my mother is still avoiding the fact that I am a bisexual. My parents divorced since I was 10. I think it is hard for her to accept it because she feels guilty that the divorce has affected my sexuality. Yeah right, like I can change my sexuality for any reasons, what-so-ever. Now I live with my grandparents, my aunty, and my cousin in uptown Manhattan. Another reason why I still live with them is it is closer to my school and therefore I can save money. Maybe later when I find a right person, we could live together. Ugh, I am dreaming too much.

"Brittany, come down now. Turn off your computer or there's no internet tonight."

There it is, my aunt, Dianna. She's cool but sometimes too noisy, like her son, Owen.

"Ok ok, I'm coming. Gosh, no need to yell, Aunt Di."

"It's for you, Britt. You won't come down if I'm not yelling." She folds her arms.

"Where are Ma and Pa? Ma! Pa! Brunch is ready," I say. Since I was a child I have called my grandparents Ma and Pa, maybe because they are the ones who raised me.

I am looking for Ma and Pa in the backyard but there is no one there. I keep looking for them in their bedroom but there is no one there, too. I hear voices come from the porch. I thought it is my mom visiting me but when I reach the front door, I see my girlfriend, Abigail, is having a conversation with my Ma and Pa. I smile at the view. I am not living with my dad or my mom but I still can feel the same love as they gave me before.

"Hey. Did I miss something?"

"No. We just have a little chat and we're about to come in. I heard when you called us," Pa throws me a smile and he goes in follows by Ma.

"What? Did I really miss a thing?" I pout.

Abigail chuckles. "Don't give me that pout, Britt. We just have a little chat," she gives me a peck and a hug.

"Ok. So, are you in for brunch?"

"Sure."

After we had our brunch, I am going upstairs with Abigail. I do not know what she has been hiding from me, but I am curious. We lay cuddling on my bed, but the curiosity takes over my mind.

"So? Since yesterday you look like you want to tell me something. What is it?" I look into her eyes.

"Would you promise me one thing? Please don't be mad?" She gets up and sits on the edge of my bed.

I nod. "I'll try."

"Remember yesterday when I told you I went out with my parents?"

I nod again. "Wait, were you cheated on me or something?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"It's not that, but there's a guy. He's a son of their closest friend. And they had arranged our wedding since I was 15. But, none of them know that I am gay, so." Abigail is fidgeting with her head down.

"What did you say?! A wedding?!" I get up from my bed. I do not know where my mind goes off now.

"You promised me for not getting mad. You know I can't say no to them. I love my family like I love you. And if I married this guy, you still can come to my place. He's a pilot so he's not always around."

"You can't have two rings at the same time, Abigail. It's not because he's a pilot so you can be with me too. If we do it, I'll hurt myself and you'll hurt him." I sigh. "You know what? I need to figure this out." I fold my arms.

"I'm sorry. I'm confused. I really don't know what to do, Britt. I love you." She goes out from my room. I throw my body to the bed and close my eyes and hoping that this is just a dream.

My mind is going numb. My heart is dropping to the lowest point. My body feels so empty. I love her, but why is it so hard for her to choose between me and him? I look at my phone and there are 10 missed calls and a few texts from her. I decided to throw my phone to the side of my bed. I try to distract my mind by surfing in the internet.

It's 2PM now and finally my brain is refreshed. There is a post on Twitter. It is about Heather's birthday video. The girls who made it are so cool. The video is awesome. I watch it for three times. That is why Owen calls me a maniac. I love Heather so much. She can dance flawlessly and she has become my number one inspiration.

Wait wait. I paused the video. I see a message from slopez1201. She looks older than me but I have no idea why I am curious about her. I search her username on Twitter. Well well well, who is this Ms. Santana Lopez from Brooklyn? I stalk her Twitter timeline. Yeah, she is definitely a HeYa shipper too. I click the follow button. Let's see whether she will follow me back or not.

Later that day.

"Britt? Are you there? Are you ok? I bring your favorite ice cream." Owen can be too noisy but he can also cheer me up when I am feeling down. I know he is just an 11 years old boy but he is mature enough to understand every problem in this house.

"Hey, come in. I'm ok. Do you want to play Call of Duty with me?"

"Yes."

I am too distracted by the game we play. I don't even realize it is already 8.30 PM. I see some notifications on my phone. But my eyes only see that one notification. It is a Twitter notification. One person has followed you, slopez1201. Whoa, she followed me back? Gosh, I am so excited. HeYa shippers got to stick together. Should I mention her? Maybe a simple thanks.

pierceb0408: thanks for following me back

Here I am, waiting so long for the reply. I am not focused to the game anymore. Why am I this excited? Weird.

slopez1201: HeYa shipper got to stick together. Haha.

Yeah, of course she will think of the exact same thing.

pierceb0408: yeah! Got your account from Heather's birthday video

slopez1201: yes, it was my random moments (insert any blushing emoji)

Is she really blushing right now? She is cute. I am smiling through this tweeting reply.

"Britt, are you going to continue playing or not? Fine, if you want to keep texting." Owen sounds so desperate.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I think we had enough tonight. Let's continue later, ok?"

"Anyway, spill it. Who's she or maybe he?" Oh not again. He always wants to know everything about me.

"Just friend, Owen. Really."

"Ok, I'm out." He said as he walks out my room.

I continue replying her tweet.

pierceb0408: did you hear they're gonna make IM&Y 2?

slopez1201: yes. I hope the news is right.

pierceb0408: yeah. I miss them in movie together.

slopez1201: and when they're filming together, they're gonna realize that they belong to each other, so they will be together. And I am rambling. Sorry.

I am laughing while I read her replies. She is obviously so excited right now. I have no idea if it is because HeYa or it is because you can talk to someone who can understand your 'language', but I find it is funny and cute at the same time.

pierceb0408: don't be sorry. It's cute.

Oh God. It is accidentally sent. What would she think about it? Sigh.

A month has passed. There are no interesting things going in my life right now. My relationship with Abigail is still in a mess. I am not sure of how our relationship will go. I am stuck between reality and expectation. I am hoping we will be alright, but when I see her, everything is all gone. My happiness when I am with her is all gone. It does not mean I do not love her anymore, it is just, everything is so confusing. Since I found out about the wedding, she becomes more unpredictable. Sometimes she is going crazy like hitting me or slaps me but some other times she acted like there were nothing happened. I know it is wrong. A few of times I told a few of my friends and they asked me to leave her. Especially Tina, my best friend, she said my relationship was not healthy and it comes to abusive one. For God's sake, why it all turns like this? I do not even know what should I do right now. And it is easy for them to ask me to leave her, but you know what, the last time I asked her to break up, she said she does not want to break up with me before she tortures me.

Anyway, the most fun thing about my life right now is college, but it is only when I was in dance classes. There is too much going on at home recently. My grandpa never comes home anymore. I have no idea what the reason is but I could not stand it. Lately my aunty fights with her husband too, and they all started to scream at each other. My grandma does not seem to care with all of it. And sometimes she will start screaming over a simple thing and make it like a big deal.

I feel like I want to run away from all of this and never come back. All about Abigail, and home problems make me insane.

And that Lopez girl. I feel bad to say she is cute. Ugh, sounds wrong. I mean, it is not that I did not think she is cute. But I am afraid that maybe she is scared of me. If we were meant to meet again, we will. But I am not expecting much. The last time I put a lot of expectations, the reality was not as good as what I expected.

Someone nudges me. I wake up from my day dreaming.

"Hey Britt, who is it?" Tina always wants to know my business.

"What?" I sigh.

"The one you've been thinking. That Lopez girl, huh?" She's smirking like she knows it.

"No." I shake my head.

"So, it must be something that's going on in your house or your girlfriend?"

"Tina, please stop okay? I know you're always helping me through all the hard things, but now I need some times alone."

"Okay okay, I give you some spaces. But promise me to follow your heart. Call if you need me."

"Yes, Tina, thank you. You're the best." I hug her.

The class will end soon. I don't know where I should go after this. I don't want to go home, yet. I need some space for myself to refresh my mind. These whole things make me confuse. Maybe I should stay at coffee shop for a while or maybe a little longer, reading or just doing nothing.

While I sit in the coffee shop there is a girl holding a magazine which Naya Rivera is on the cover. Whoa, I want it too. Where can I find it? I feel my phone is buzzing. It must be Abigail. Sigh. I am not in the good mood since she acted like a different person towards me, since the wedding things and all the abusive things. But hey, it is not a text message, it is a Twitter notification. My face lights up when I see the named that mentioned me.

slopez1201: hey, how are you? Have you bought Naya's magazine? I mean the one with her as a cover?

Thank God. He must be loving me that much. Santana sent me a twitpic of her hand holding the magazine. Don't expect too much, Brittany, maybe she just asks about the magazine.

pierceb0408: hi, I'm fine. I haven't bought it. Where did you buy it?

Duh, of course in a bookstore or newspaper stands. Where do you think you can find a magazine? In a bread shop? Ha. Funny enough, Britt.

slopez1201: in a bookstore at my office building.

Before I get a chance to reply her tweet my phone is buzzing again. There is a direct message from her. Wait, what? She gives me her phone number. Of course I am expecting it but I do not expect that it would be this fast.

slopez1201: do you have Skype? My number is 9170000

Without a doubt, I start to add her number in to my phone. Done. It is time to text her.

Brittany: Test

Here goes nothing.

Within second I receive a reply.

Santana: Test back