It's been almost a day since I landed here in Hawaii and still it felt like I'm flying and falling at the same time, that fucking plane would have been the death of me. Just when I arrive last night, it felt like my head was about to explode and right now I can't even manage to move. I still got my things carelessly scattered on the carpeted floor and my coat hanging on one of the rack by the door. The suite was actually really cozy and welcoming and staying in this room more than a week won't be problem.

A groan escaped my throat tumbling from wall to wall and my hands went automatic pulling the comforter off of me realizing how raspy my voice went. It's almost painful when I tried to peel my eyes open, and the seeping of light from the glass window almost made my eyelids burn.

"Fuck." I hissed to myself when I tried to sit up but automatically, it felt like the room is spinning. So for a moment, I closed my eyes, composing myself. The last thing I remember was when I left Brittany a message. It was almost embarrassing for I really don't know what to say, my voice was a bit raspy and my endless stuttering was almost annoying, there was the sigh that escaped my lips when I said my last words, and yes there's nothing wrong about trying.

Maybe?

Whatevs!

After the longest shower in history, I managed to step out the shower stall. Thank god for I felt a lot better compared earlier, it felt like I had the worst hangover this morning, it's weird. The room was eerily empty and silent aside from the loud whooshing of sea water just outside my window, the breath taking glow of a Tuesday morning here in Hawaii is beyond admirable, I found my mouth slightly open and my eyes almost shining under the sunlight, fuck it. I won't spend this week with my mind foggy and guilty for what happened with Brittany and I.

I might as well enjoy this. "Hell yea." I smirked to myself when I finally spun around facing my suitcase, without second thought I unzip the yellow luggage, pulling out one of my bathing suit and I can't help the smile that linger my lips when it was actually my favourite, and I look smoking in this. Just when I get up on my feet and was about to change, my eyes landed on my phone lying on the round table just beside the couch.

Almost automatically, my lower lip bruised between my teeth. I really don't know as to why the anxiousness once again flows through me, with a deep breath I finally held the phone in my hand, tapping it open.

1 missed call from Wifey 3

I can't help but roll my eyes when the green letters reached my eyes I even let a snort echo inside my ear, Wifey? Are you kidding me?

After a second or two I literally froze in my place, my phone squeezed between my fingers almost lethally. "Oh no." I whispered almost breathlessly when I just realized that I may have changed it yesterday when Quinn was watching my every step. "Jesus." I croaked to myself when it hit me a little harder, Brittany just called me and I missed it. "Fuck!" I whined with my brows knitted and the pounding of my chest began giving that familiar coiling in the pit of my stomach.

"Did she call me because she wanted to talk to me? Or maybe she just wanted to say that she's safe. Or maybe she just rang my phone to inform me she's not dead in a ditch." I ramble whilst pacing back in forth, my footsteps echoing inside the hotel room. "Fuck! Why did I miss it? Goooood!"

I can feel the prickle of sweat dwelling on the corner of my brows, the blood drawing from my lower lip and the clamminess of my fingers threading on my dark locks. "What should I do? Should I call her?" I asked into the air as if someone is about to answer my billion dollar question. "Well, maybe she just dialled it unconsciously, wait is that even possible? . Pull yourself together Lopez! Just call her and ask her if she's okay, tell her that you're sorry and you're ready to start the deal all over again." A normal person won't even understand what I just said but for me, it does make sense.

With a loud thud, my back met the leather sofa and yea it was actually pretty chilly for I was still in my towel and my feet leaving a wet trail on the wooden floor but I couldn't care less, instead I held my phone in front of me, it's almost blinding and the silence surrounding me is almost deafening. My thumb was almost trembling just when I was about to tap the green button, a loud knock tumbled from wall to wall, my body literally jolting at the sudden disruption.

"Jesus Christ!" I nearly yelled when the phone almost slipped off and my hand went autopilot landing on my chest, making soothing circles in the process.

The knocking was still on and I can't help but let out a groan when I lazily went towards the door, slightly composing myself whilst adjusting the towel around my body. "What is it?" I asked mostly annoyed when I swung the door open revealing one of the staff holding a cart of cleaning stuff.

"Room service." This elder woman cheered with a bright smile.

"I think I know how to use the phone when I'll need a room service." I all but said calmly.

At first she just stared at me like if I were being real or what but when I gave her a nod she smiled. "Okay, have a good day, ma'am." She said with her cheery voice before altering to next door and I can't help but just roll my eyes before closing the door before me, a loud thud echoing inside the four corners.

A sigh escaped my lips when I managed to slump back down to the couch and held my phone in my hands.

"Call her." That's all what it took for me tap it on revealing the most depressing thing I have ever seen.

1 missed call from Wifey 3

I've been staring on my phone for seem like eternity, I tried calling Santana for the second time and she wasn't even answering her phone, the least I know is that I can feel the coiling of my blood through my brain. She told me to call her and she's not even answering her phone, is she fucking kidding me? I really don't know if she's just ignoring me or what?

My jaw clenched in an instant just in time I turned it off.

If she doesn't want to talk to me, then fine!

3 days of being alone in one of the most promising place here in earth is amazing, well I mean it'll be more amazing if Brittany was answering her phone, subsiding the worry and guilt that I have been feeling. But realizing that she still got her phone with her and she did manage to ring mine then she maybe she is safe. I wish.

Adjusting the rim of my sunglasses I made my way through the lane of sunlounger, the beach was actually really full and loud. Children playing and screeching almost hurting the insides of my ear and the loud music coming from the other tourists is almost annoying.

Plopping down, I immediately tucked my earphones, silencing the growing noise around me. It was almost an hour just in time a flying ball of something wet landed just right above my knee and for a moment I closed my eyes followed by the loud squealing of a girl.

In a swift motion I plucked out my earphones and sunglasses, a glare plastered on my face when my eyes landed on my knee, sand smothered knee. Once again I closed my eyes and when I peeled it open, it landed on a 6 year old Asian girl, she got her hair in a pigtail and I can see in her eyes that she's about to cry.

"Where's your mom?" I smiled at her, my jaw clenched and the probability of strangling a little girl in a crowded beach is inevitable.

"I don't know." She all but whispered.

"Didn't she even teach you not to hit other people with those flying shit?" I asked with a smile as I close the magazine in my hands.

This time she just stared at me, with those small teary eyes and her lip bruising between her teeth. "I'm sorry, lady." she stuttered whilst toying with her fingers and I was about to snap on her when middle aged Asian approached us.

"Kiki, are you okay? I've been looking for you everywhere." She said almost breathlessly as she enveloped the little girl in a hug. "Oh my god, she did that, didn't she?" she added with a gasp when she managed to look at me.

I just arched a brow as a response before crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm so sorry, she's a little sneak. I was just getting her a pair of goggles and when I spun around she was gone." She mumbled apologetically smoothing her hands around her daughter's shoulders.

"Isn't it the first rule for parents not to take their eyes off of their children?" I retorted.

"Yea, I know. I'm so sorry." She said repentantly. "Say sorry baby." She urged the kid.

"I'm sorry, lady." Kiki mumbled under her breath whilst swaying in a slow motion.

"I think I should file a complaint or -"

"Did you find her?" I was shortly cut off when another female voice rang through my ears followed by abrupt footsteps halting just right beside the little girl.

I can't help but roll my eyes when my eyes landed on another Asian. Asian that happens to be pretty familiar to me, by that my eyes widen when the reality hit me.

Fuck.

"Tina." I mentally noted and my hand went autopilot grabbing my sunglasses and almost hastily wearing it, "Shit." I even hissed for I almost poked my eye. Almost subtly I adjust my seat whilst opening the magazine in a random page.

Out of 7 billion people here in earth, for all the kid that has been playing here, and for all places, why does Tina have to be here and her little Asian community? I know that she knows that Brittany and I are having our honeymoon and as a simple math can answer when she saw me, instantly she will look for Brittany. And I really don't know how to put that on the other way.

I can't tell her that Brittany left me in the airport for she was mad at me because I said things that are pretty unfair and unreasonable. Tina might kill me if that happens.

There's the unbelievably fast beating of my heart along with the low whooshing of the sea water almost echoing inside my ear.

"We're really sorry for what happened." I heard Tina say and I just nodded whilst pretending scanning the magazine before me, I don't really trust my words and especially my voice right now. What if she recognizes my voice? I'm dead.

"You said that you're going to file a complaint, is that right?"

"I said that?" I feigned innocence with a low, manly voice, I almost wanted to laugh hearing that voice emerging from my body. I sound like my abuelo when he's drank. LOL

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You can actually go now, if you don't mind. I'm kinda busy with what I'm reading." I coughed whilst waving the magazine. My voice, it's really funny. I also sound like Quinn with her usual voice.

"Sure, sorry for what happened." They said almost in unison and I just nodded frantically. By that, a sigh escaped my lips when I heard the low scratching of their flip flops against the ground. I even heard a voice saying 'I swear to God her voice wasn't like that earlier'

Just when I thought they were gone I heard a soft voice. "Excuse me?"

"What?" I mumbled, my eyes plastered on the magazine in my hands.

"You're actually holding the magazine upside down." She pointed out.

Mini tsunami please, and take me away from this embarrassing moment! God!

"Right. Thanks." I sighed flipping it on the right positions and by that she's gone.

I ended up shaking my head before getting up on my feet. I might as well stay in my hotel room than risking the chance that this Asian might see me, again.

Way to go Santana.

"I'm so glad Mom let us do the grocery. This is just so cool. Well, until now I'm still kind of wondering why she never allows me to do it alone it though." Shelly cheered her voice bubbling with confusion on the last part and I just giggled in response as I continue watching her rummage the lane of chips.

"That explains it." I breathed when she happily placed another carton of fruit loops in our cart.

Shelly just shrugged with a smirk tugged on her lips.

It was almost an hour and we're on the last 9 items on the list. Shelly has gone quiet since we ran into this guy who seemed really cute and bad ass, and I can't help but tease her when he walked away and yes she's blushing since then.

"What does she look like?" She asked all of a sudden.

"Who?" I asked over my shoulder whilst scanning different containers of detergent powders.

"Santana?"

Gulping dryly, I decided to spin around and my eyes landed on Shelly with her usual smirk. "Umm. She's Latina."

"She's a Lopez, of course she's a Latina." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Right." I breathed as I pushed the cart and Shelly following me in tow.

"Uhm. She's really pretty. She got this gorgeous deep brown eyes, it's like looking at an endless ocean, like it could actually manipulate you in so many ways. Her nose, it was perfect- no other words to describe it. And her lips…" My eyes closed unconsciously as I imagine how good her lips felt when I kissed her. "It was like a giant fluffy pillow where you can actually get lost. It was the softest and puffy lips I ever seen and felt. Her hair- it was the most amazing silky dark locks. She's really perfect."

Santana may have been a bitch to me since the first day yet the fact that she's so hot is so off my list. The moment I kissed her, the explosions that I saw was beyond words can describe, just thinking of those eyes made my insides flutter. And yet when she opens her mouth, you can actually erase those things that I just said. Actually, hearing her voice that night made me squirm in my place and imagining her being nice made my skin tingle, I just wish she could actually do that.

I wish.

"You're . So . In Love . I . Want . To . Puke . " it was Shelly's voice throwing me back to life, we're actually in the grocery, my hands wrapped around the handle and my eyes awkwardly closed.

"You asked me what she looks like." I about growls.

"Yea, I did. I asked you to describe her not to make a mini poem on how you are sickly in love with her." She mumbled with a quirked brow.

"Shut up." I mumbled firmly.

"I'm gonna go get a spaghetti sauce." Shelly informed me before walking away.

I've been staring on a tray of red and green apple for minutes now, and I can't really decide. They pretty have the same taste and why do they even have to come in two different colors? That is just confusing.

"Brittany?"

Everything happens so quickly and in a swift motion I found myself crawling through the other lane. Literally. I'm crawling. My heart pounding beyond normal and my palms felt clammier in an instant.

Did I just saw Anita?

Santana's grandmother?

"Oh fuck." I hissed to myself as I leant my back on one of the metallic stalls. With my mouth slightly parted I slowly poked my head and I automatically saw Yolanda smoothing her arms around Anita's arms.

"Trust me, Yolanda. I saw Brittany with my own eyes."

"Brittany is with Santana, they're in Hawaii spending a lovely honeymoon. They're probably sunbathing right now." Santana's mom assured.

"But- She even looked right at me. And when I called you she was gone!" Anita panicked as she looked side by side.

"You're just missing the girl, she's just so perfect for Santana. And I'm glad that they're already married."

"You're probably right." Anita let a sigh escaped her lips and I can't help a shaky breath escaped mine. "They're probably having fun right now. I love the girl though, I'd actually strangle Santana myself if she hurt Brittany."

"I doubt that. I never saw Santana like this before, well maybe before Steph's death. But aside from that, she looks so alive right now, and I'll do anything for her to stay just like that even if it'll take me every dime that I have."

They were still mumbling some words I can't quite understand as they walk away. Their words scorching through me, this may be a billion dollar deal for me, but for these people it's more than that.

"Please tell me why are you sitting on the floor?" Shelly asked as she cocked her head to the side sending me a confused look in the process.

"Shut up and help me up!"

"One Café Touba, please." I mumbled almost blankly when I realised that I was next in line.

Right after I went out the airport I directed here, the Lima Bean. How I miss their coffee. I used to go here back in high school and just enjoy the addicting scent inside the small space.

"Thanks." I countered as soon as I handed the cashier a twenty, waving her off when she tried to hand me back the change before walking towards one of the stool.

I felt incredibly tired and the fact that I feel like shit. A groan of approval escaped my lips when I managed to take a sip. Last night, happens to be the longest night of my life, I really don't know where to start. I have no idea where Brittany is, I have no idea how to make her believe that I'm sorry. Hell if I know if she wanted to talk to me.

Just when I buried my head on my palms I heard the chiming of the door. It was actually a lot louder than normal, my eyes landed on blonde haired girl walking on one of the round table. Confusion ran through my brain realising that shirt seemed to be familiar and that shoes too. There's the soft whisper of the cup against the cold table when I managed to put it down my eyes boring holes onto that stranger's head.

I really don't know what gotten into me exactly when I got up on my feet, watching the girl as she neared the table where this brunette in braid is sitting. A soft squeal echoed inside the coffee shop when they both engaged in a hug, I can't quite figure who that girl could be, all I know is that they're both familiar in my eyes. The blonde mumbled something before walking towards the counter and I got a full view of the other girl and instantly I can feel the coiling of my blood from head to toe.

Just when I realised that that brunette was actually the flight attendant I almost killed inside the plane. What was her name? Melinda?

"Melinda, right?" I smirked as I walked towards her.

"Hi. It's Miranda actually. You look familiar." She breathed before standing and offering her hand which I took with a glint of anger.

"Of course I look familiar. You merely trashed me this one time." I smiled crossing my arms over my chest.

"Right! Of course I remember you. I'm sorry about that-?" she trailed with her voice questioning on the last tone.

"I'm Sant-"

"Santana? What are you doing here?" I was hastily cut off by a soft questioning voice behind me.

And when I spun my heels, I surrender. "Britt?"

Brittany got a single brow quirk whilst holding two cups of coffee. There's the questioning look written all over her face as she scans mine, my breath was literally caught up in my lungs and I ended up wetting my lips.

"What are you doing here?" she repeated and I don't think I can even answer. I found myself just staring at her, my mouth slightly agape.

"Nice to meet you, Santana." I heard this brunette bitch chirped in.

"You guys know each other?" Brittany asked completely bewildered.

"Kinda. I met her on the plane, she was waiting for her wife and yet she didn't come." She informed Brittany with an apologetic look.

"Who is she?" I ended up asking.

"Right. Sorry." Brittany about whispers as she placed the cup on the table before taking the seat beside me. "Santana this is Miranda. Miranda this is Santana." She sighs.

"Yea I'm pretty sure I know her name, I wanted to know if who is she." I breathed heatedly.

"I'm Brittany's friend. Technically, I'm her ex-girlfriend but whatever."

With a shallow breath, I slowly faced her with a glare flaring in my face. "I'm her wife. W-I-F-E. So bless your delusional heart."

"Santana. Can you like stop this?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked instead. I can feel the rushing of blood through my brain, I really don't know as to why I'm acting like this, all I know is that I can't stop and I just wanted to strangle this Miranda. Hit her with the espresso machine or something!

"We we're just having a coffee. Brittany was gone for a very long time and seeing her after the funeral is a dream come true."

"Am I talking to you?" I retorted. And that's what it took for Brittany to grab me by the wrist dragging me out the coffee shop. There's the anger written all over her face, I don't think I have seen her like this.

"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled.

"What do you think you're doing?" I yelled back.

"What?"

"You're a married person, you're not supposed to have coffee with other people especially your ex- girlfriend, for Christ sake!"

"I'm just having a coffee, there, you said it!"

I laughed a little louder before clicking my tongue. "Coffee? What are you in high school? And you're supposed to be with me, in Hawaii! And what's the least you can do? Huh? You're not even answering your phone!"

"You are not answering your phone!"

"What? I'm confused." I shook my head.

"You know what? You don't actually have to act like this. After 9 months, this. Is . over . We're just in a billion deal. You don't have to act like a crazy person, just do your thing and I'll do mine and everything is going to be okay." She breathed and the next thing I know I'm standing outside the coffee shop, all alone, cold summer air hitting the corner of my face.

I can't actually feel my feet and the breath that I have been keeping escaped my lips in a shaky pattern.

If there's one thing I forgot this week, it's the fact that we're just in a deal. That everything is temporary.

Everything is about money.