So, great feed back so far, thanks you guys. Look it for the character swap in this chapter. I'll be writing most of this as Brittany POV, but sometimes you need to know what the other characters are thinking. I'm aiming at a chapter a day, but alas I'm heading overseas in 2 weeks, hopefully ill either have to done, or all have the chapters ready to go. Enjoy.
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School was going alright. Santana still hasn't spoke to me, and it was really starting to get me down. I mean, how can she go from 'I love you' and 'I wanna be with you' to 'I need space'? I just wished we could be like we used to, holding hands, taking baths together, getting our scissor on.
The only time I've seen her is at Cheerios practise. She's made it quite clear we can't talk there. So when I see her at her locker, I think nows my chance. I walk over and open my locker, only glancing at her briefly.
"Hi San."
"Hey." She didn't even look at me. I could feel the pang in in my chest. I turn to face her.
"What's... What's happened to us?" She answered without even looking up,
"I don't know what you're talking about. There is no 'us'." She kept getting things out of her locker.
"San..." She slammed the door shut. I jumped a little.
"No, Britt, I can't do this. I asked for space, I'm.. I'm just not ready." She finally looked at me, and I could see hurt, and anger. As sad as she was making me feel, my heart reached for her.
"I'm not asking for, you know, that. I just miss being friends with you.." I reached out and linked our pinkies. She pulled away like my hand was poison.
"Don't, just. Don't. This is hard enough already. Just, give me space, ok?" I nodded slightly, and pulled away. I turned back to my locker, not wanting her to see me cry. I didn't know if the tears where gonna come or not, but she couldn't see me like this. It would just hurt her more. She didn't need my problems too. I had to do as she asked, she wasn't ready, so I'd wait. By the time I pulled my head out she was gone.
"Found what you're looking for?" I jumped, not noticing Eliza on my right. She was leaning against the lockers. Her smile made me feel warm and fuzzy.
"Are you radioactive?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Not as far as I'm aware. What makes you say that?"
"When ever you look at me I get tingles. You should really get that checked out. Maybe you're an x-man. Like cyclops with two eyes, like bi-clops."
"I'll get right on it. Next stop, Xaviers school for gifted youngsters." She looked at me again, and her smile faded slightly.
"Are you ok?" She had this look on her face, kind of scared, but also like she had to go to the bathroom. People tell me it's called 'concerned'. I closed my locker and started to walk down the hall, she fell inline next to me.
"Yeah, just stuff with one of my friends. She's being all distant."
"Santana, right?" How did she know it was Santana? Maybe I should wear a foil hat.
"How did you know that? Can you read my mind? If so, please tell me then I can stop talking."
"No, I can't read your mind Brittany. Just, observant."
"But you're not fat." Once again that confused look came cross her face. Well, she wasn't. She took and extra step and was now standing in front of me.
"How about I take you out tonight and you can tell me all about it?"
"I don't know.. I..." Was she asking me out? Like, a date out? San flashed in my mind again, and how I was waiting for her to love me back. I couldn't just start dating someone else. Well, I could, but I think it would upset Santana. Although, would she even notice?
"Oh, no, not like that! I mean, as friends. Seeing as you're the only one I really have." She broke eye contact and looked at her feet. I looked down too, but I couldn't see anything. Maybe she had an invisible koala sidekick.
"Just two friends hanging out. And also, you'll have to tell me where's good to go out, because, still new." She kind of shrugged at the end.
"Sure, sounds good. We could go to breadstix."
"Breadstix?"
"Yeah, breadstix. It's an Italian restaurant. You don't have it where you're from? Isn't Australia right next to Italy?"
"You mean Austria?"
"That's what I said." She laughed and bit her bottom lip. Tingles where back. There was definitely something about her. What was it? I decided that this was like my own secret mission, find out what was special about Eliza.
She grabbed a pen and a notebook out of her bag, and got me to write my address.
"So, pick you up at 7?"
"Sounds great, see you tonight."
"Great, tonight." She smiled at me once more before she started to turn around. I noticed the football team coming around the corner too late, and couldn't yell out in time.
And just like that, Eliza was officially welcomed to WMHS with her first slushie facial.
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My lips still tasted like cherry. It didn't matter how many times I scrubbed my skin, it still felt sticky. My t-shirt was ruined. My head was over the sink in the bathrooms. Brittany was pouring water on my hair trying to get the slurpee out. It felt more like a punch in the guts than a slurpee to the face. Not that I cared about getting slurpee'd, please, back at home I would have been the person doing something like that. It was more that it happened right in front of Britt. It was going so well, I'd just asked her out, and she'd said yes. Ok, I know it's just a friend date, but it's a start, right?
And then this. She probably thinks I'm a loser now. Why would a cheerleader, an amazing gorgeous cheerleader at that, go out with some girl who just got a slurpee to the face? Pretty sure my chances were now less than none.
She was worried that the red food dye in the drink would colour my hair. I was mostly worried I wouldn't be able to stop myself from touching her. Her legs were pressed against my arm, skin on skin, it felt like I was on fire.
"Get this off, I've got a spare top in my bag if you don't have one." She pulled me away from the sink so I was sitting upright. I didn't trust my voice, so I just nodded. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and threw it towards the bin. Britt got my towel out if my bag and I started to dry my hair. It was gonna need a much better wash than this, but it would have to do for now. I felt fingertips on my ribs, and my breath caught in my throat.
"What's this?" She asked curiously. Right, my tattoo.
"It's the Australian made logo." I looked down, a yellow kangaroo in a green triangle, about 10 cm big. "Back home, everything that has this one it means that it was made there." Her brow furrowed.
"You have to brand yourself to let people know what country you're from? That's so racist."
"No, no, not people. Like, food and clothes and stuff. I got it because I'm Australian made, and I wanted people here to know." Her mouth made and oh shape, but I don't think she understood.
"She this," I took the t-shirt that she was lending me, and got the tag on the neck. "This one was made here, in the USA." I got my ruined t-shirt off the edge of the bin. "And my one, was made in China." Her eyes seemed to show recognition.
"Oh, and how cotton candy is made in unicorns?"
"Yeah, something like that." She smiled. That sweet smile. My knees went weak, how can someone be so innocent, yet so sexy?
"Well, make sure you have a shower before you pick me up, your hair looks terrible." If I've learnt one thing about Brittany S. Pierce, it's that she says what she thinks. Everything that she thinks. She picked up her bag, and hesitated.
"So, I have to go to class now, even though I've missed half of it,"
"You didn't have to stay with me, like, I'm glad you did, but..."
"No, I wanted to. The first slushie's always the hardest, but you get used to them." Wait, what?
"You've been slurpee'd before?"
"What's a slurpee?"
"Sorry, that's what we call it at home, I mean slushie."
"Yeah, I've been slushied heaps. Mostly comes from being in the glee club." Someone slup.. slushied Brittany? Arguably the most innocent and cute girls in the school (as far as I've seen). It made me mad that someone thought they could mess up her beautiful face, even if it was just ice and food colouring. She looked over her shoulder as she was walking out the door.
"Oh, you should try to stick to English while you're here, no one understands Australian-esse."