It was years ago, on a warm August day. My best friend and I were 14 years old. When you're that young you could wish for the world and you'd forget about it the next day. Santana and I had always been best friends, ever since that first day of kindergarten when she stole my crayon, and I'd fought back for it. Stupid I know, but that day I got one of the bestest friends I could ever possibly have in my life.
From that day on, we had planned to stick by each others sides through thick and thin, without a single thing breaking that promise. But then you hit high school, and things change. We both made it on the cheer squad freshman year, which excited us to no end, we stuck by each others sides just like we'd promised, and if anyone tried to mess with us, Santana'd have both our backs. That's just how things were, that's how they'd always been, she was like my own personal body guard, and I hers. Whenever the other needed a shoulder to cry on, there was one of us offering one.
That was until we hit sophomore year, Puck got me drunk on wine coolers and I slept with him, which resulted in my pregnancy. I was horrified, I couldn't walk down the halls without people staring at me once they'd found out. Poor little christian cheerio knocked up by Puck, and for once...Santana wasn't there. She'd completely ditched me, she couldn't be seen with the pregnant nobody now. It had only been popularity for her and she couldn't risk losing that status.
I admit, I was saddened to know that now I had absolutely no one. My parents kicked me out when they found out I was pregnant and everything just seemed to be spiralling downwards, I couldn't stop it. I was kicked off the cheerios, kicked out of my home, lost Finn once he had found out that it wasn't his baby, everything was going wrong. And I didn't have a best friend in the world. Only Rachel freaking Berry who kept throwing her friendship at me when I didn't want it, because well, I didn't like her too much and all she wanted to do was be a friend.
As I was saying though, back to that warm August day. Santana came over to my house and we'd planned to go hang out in the forest area behind my house, we'd made a plan to bury a time capsule. It was going to be like our dream box, we brought things to put in it associated with our dreams, that kind of stuff. So we'd set off for the forest with our items in a bag hanging over my shoulder, Santana holding the shovel that we were going to use to bury it.
Once we'd found a suitable place, we started digging, we wanted the hole to be deep enough to the point where it wouldn't be easy for anyone but us to dig up, if anybody had happened to walk by there and start digging randomly, of course it must have seemed silly but we were set on doing this. When the hole had been dug, we kneeled down and pulled the shoe boxes out of my bag, then the items. I smiled at Santana and she smiled back.
"What're you wishing for?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at me with that trademark smirk on her face.
"I can't tell you or else it won't come true now will it?" I answered, giggling as I turned my head to glance at the items I'd brought. "Don't look" I said, snickering as she shut her eyes.
A small agreement we had made was that we wouldn't know what the other brought until the day came when we would dig up the boxes containing our little items. It was supposed to make the whole thing a lot more mysterious.
I'd brought along with me three items; a picture of Santana and I, the friendship bracelet that Santana had made me in the 4th grade, and a tiara. One might question the items I brought, but there's a reason for everything right? I overlooked them for a moment, smiling at each item before I gently tucked them away into my shoebox.
"Okay you can open your eyes, and I'll close mine." I said softly, shutting my eyes. I heard the rustling of her putting her items into her shoebox, then I re-opened my eyes, hearing the lid of her shoebox shut.
"Ready for this?" she asked, turning to look at me, that rare little grin popping up on her face. Santana didn't much smile around well anyone, except for those times when she would give me a simple little raise of the lips, that made me feel giddy. But no one knew that, not even her, it was something I kept all to myself.
"I am, are you?" I shot back, smirking at the latina beside me.
"Ready as I'll ever be." she answered before turning to grab her box while I grabbed mine.
I placed my shoebox in the freshly dug up hole and then I waited for her to place hers on top of mine before I stood up and grabbed the shovel that we'd set off to the side. I started scooping up the dirt with the shovel and dumped it all into the hole, making sure it was packed in nice and snug to ensure it looked just as it did before we came. Then I smiled at Santana and wrapped my arm around her, holding her tight for a moment, the smell of roses from her usual scent filling my nostrils, she always smelled like that and my oh my was it a heavenly smell.
"We have to promise to come back after graduation and dig this up, no matter what may happen." I said, glancing at the ground as I pulled away.
"If you're promising, I'm promising." she responded simply, offering a warm smile.
"Promise." I said as I picked up the now empty bag and slung it over my shoulder before offering her my hand.
And with that we set off for my house, not knowing how different things would end up later on, but we had faith that we'd be best friends forever, even if it didn't turn out to be true in the end.