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I hope you're al having a fabulous first day of the new year!
XIXIX
The week marched on, students at WHMS preparing for life after high school, my parents frittered in and out of my day to day life and B, well, when has she not shone like a diamond in my eyes. It's weird when I think about it, the more things change, the more excited I get. Don't get me wrong, I have a good life here, a great life even. Both my parents are doctors, I'm popular (feared) and rich. But I can't help but feel like there is something else, waiting for me. I just need to know how to start looking for it.
"San, Sanny!" I pivoted on a sixpence to see Britt running towards me. She looks a little flustered, red and white pleats of the standard issue Cheerios uniform fluttering around those long, golden legs. Before I knew it, I was engulfed (I'd say embraced, but I don't really think that's quite sufficient) in Brittany's arms.
Oh, the smell that surrounded me was quintessentially her. It titillates my every sense and renders me a puddle, completely at her disposal. I can't ever get enough of this; I can't ever get enough of her.
I looked up into her eyes questioningly. It may be the end of the school day, but we were still in school and I do have a reputation to, uphold? Protect? I'm not even sure how important that is anymore, when she's stood near me.
The smile gracing her lips pulled me back to reality, glorious as it was.
"S, I did it, I did it!" She repeated. It didn't clarify anything.
Confusion must have riddled my eyes, so she continued, "I passed my Spanish quiz San. Mr Schue gave the results out just now, and I passed!" Her eyes softened, I think more swimming pool esque than ocean deep, "it was all thanks to you" Britt adds.
Joy swept through me; I think I may have squealed, I threw my arms around her torso and pulled her close. She deserved this, my perfect girl (well I hope to make her mine) is deserving of everything!
I turned and pulled Britt by the hand out of school, it was now well after the final bell and the parking lot was clear, less the final few loiterers. We strolled over to my car, before I opened her door so she could slide on into the brown leather interior. After a quiet thanks, I rounded the car and popped myself into the driver's seat, before hightailing it out of the lot, and about 20 minutes later we pulled up at the closest ice cream parlour to our houses.
Britt squealed, 1 for 1 today then, and hopped out of the car before I'd even managed to turn off the engine. I was abruptly pulled from my seat and dragged, happily I should add, into the shop. Three scoops of ice cream later we were sat on the hood of my car, basking in the final sun of the day. We were sat close, sharing warmth, however unnecessary that was given the heat of the day, just enjoying the silence afforded to us from years of caring for each other.
I look to my right, extended a pinky and smiled wide. She slotted hers into mine, and we sat contentedly with one another.
"Is this our date S?" Britt asked me a moment later.
"No B, this is us celebrating your brilliance, I'm so proud of you" I responded softly, I swear when I'm around this girl I'm a bag of soft jelly sweets or a puddle of supple emotions (and I secretly love the reprieve it gives me from the coldness I extend to the rest of the world). I notice her head start to edge towards me, I know what she wants. I know what she wants because I want it to.
But I'm not ready, I can't, yet. I pull away. She seems to understand. But it doesn't stop the look that fleetingly crosses her features. It hurts, but I'm not there yet. I squeeze her pinky in apology, I know she will understand, and we hop off my hood, into the car, and make our way home.
The ride home is filled with chatter about our day, Wednesdays are tough, I only have one period with her so I spend much of my day in some sort of distracted dreamland. I tell her about the freshman the Cheerios slushied, the test I did well on and the mockery my English class made of our teacher. What I didn't tell her, was that whilst the class mocked; I stewed over my date ideas, before turning to my desk partner Quinn and begrudgingly getting her help.
Odd thing with Quinn, she certainly seems open to my relationship, for a girl raised in such a strict religion, I guess she has turned out pretty liberal, I wonder why?
We pulled up to Britt's house, where we would spend the evening.
Walking into the kitchen, we were met with Susan, Britt's mum, stood at the sink.
"Hey mum" Britt said, "hey Susan" I said at the same time.
"How are you girls today?" Susan responded. She was a kind woman, certainly the adult version of Britt, beautiful, sweet and kind hearted.
"Mum, I'm just going to go find Lord T; I think he's been reading my diary again." Um, no Britt, I may have had a little look, but I'm not going to own up to that, God no, better to let her blame the cat. The fat cat, I think he has it in for me anyway, so you know, karma.
After Britt left the room, I said "Yeh we're good thanks Susan, Britt passed her Spanish quiz today so we went to georgianos for some ice cream"
A smile crossed Susan's lips, hearing the result of her girl's quiz, "oh Santana, fantastic news" I was wrapped in a hug, wet hands barely grazing my back "thanks for all you've done to help Britt this last week or so, I know your busy and what not but we all appreciate it"
"It's no problem Mrs P, you know I'd do anything for her" I dismissed her thanks, who wouldn't help their best friend?
"That I do know" Susan muttered, under her breathe, "so have you thought about colleges Santana?" She asked me
Oh god, just like my parents. I'm 18, barely sure of what I'd like to be, let alone how I'm supposed to achieve it. "Not really Mrs. P, I mean both my parents are doctors but I think I'd like to be a lawyer" I added the last part shyly, it wasn't often I admitted my goals out loud.
"You'd be good at that Sanny" Britt said as she strolled back into the room, before practically strong arming her mother out of the way to wrap her arms around me and throwing me a grin.
With a sideways glance, Mrs. P went back to the sink and said "I agree with Britt, that definitely sounds like something you'd be good at"
"Thanks guys" I wanted to let the subject drop, I didn't have anything further to add and more questions would only bring out awkward answers that I really didn't want to give. I think Britt must have picked up on this, having time to mumble a quick 'See ya later' in Mrs P's direction we were quickly on our way up to Britt's room. Popping in our old favourite, Sweet Valley High, we settled down on her bed for the evening.
Its times like these that I can appreciate Britt. The little spoon in front of me for once, I just wrapped her up in my arms and held on tight. Never would I let anything happen to this girl, she will always be looked after if I have anything to do with it. I breathed in gently through my nose, inhaling that soft, strawberry smell that so often radiates from her. It's like an overload for my senses; one taste is just never enough. Long forgotten is the TV show now, I place a delicate kiss on the top of B's head, and then just rest my head on hers. Swiftly, she pivots in my arms, which expand to allow the action before wrapping firmly around her once again. She looks up into my eyes and before I can register its happening, her thin, pale lips are pressed up against mine.
This is not the first time we've kissed; my lips know what to do. They move against each other in practiced motion. Soft moans are elicited from both of us. I'm on my back before long, hands splayed gently on her lower back, whilst hers are placed either side of my head, supporting herself.
Starting the path up her back, I feel each muscle ripple, as she tenses. I make long strokes up and down her back before she pulls her lips from mine with a soft pop. "You're so beautiful B" it slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Her eyes glisten, her nose crinkles and that smile, my smile, forms on those lips that were just attached to my own. She presses into me again, her body speaking the words she doesn't say.
I'm surrounded by everything she is; it laps at my senses and envelopes me. I don't fight it; I couldn't fight it even if I wanted to. We're gasping for air, breathing hard, fidgeting as our well practiced movements become heated.
"Girls, dinner" Mrs P calls from outside the door. Well. That certainly pulled things to a halt quickly, nothing like a mother to diminish someone's libido. Britt moved off of me, the immediate gush of air felt alien, unwanted against my body.
We moved our way downstairs before Susan needed to call us again and sat at the dining table.
"What's up squirt" I was sat opposite Britt's sister, Emily, at the table. If ever there was a child to love this would be the one. I have never had any siblings, being an only child, but when I look at Emily it sometimes feels like were sisters. We certainly bicker like sisters. At 14, Emily has a grasp of the English language sufficient to find retorts for even my most witty of comments, much to Britt's amusement.
"San I'm 14, I'm barely smaller than you are Shorty. You know, the size of your attitude doesn't make you any taller pipsqueak" Oh, quick tongued tonight then.
A glance to my right proves me right, Britt's suppressing a giggle and the parents are shaking their heads, it's fair to assume they've grown used to this at meals, and outings, and really any sort of get together where we're required to be in the same room.
Dinner, after an entertaining start, was an otherwise quiet affair. So caught up in my thoughts of the future was I that I barely participated in the conversations going on around me. B tossed me a couple of cursory glances, so I smiled in return to placate her questioning eyes, but before I knew it I was heading home. Time with Britt's family was always enjoyable, often more enjoyable than my somewhat colder home.
Pottering through the front door, I tossed my school bag by the front door before making my way up to my room. I could hear my parents milling around the house, unusual, they aren't usually both home, but whatever I guess.
Hopping in the shower, my mum caught me on the way out.
"Have you made you applications yet Santana?" My mum's authoritative tone shone through.
"Yeh Mum, I have, last week actually" I replied to my Mother, it was usually easier to just get to the point, clear and concise. I didn't hang around for a response. I traipsed back to my room and grabbed my phone before lying down on my bed.
To Britt: Hey B, heading off to sleep now, see you tomorrow, thanks for T! Xxx
From Q: Bitch - Sorted what you asked me to do, you owe me one!
I was grateful that Q was helping me, but being in someone's debt can bite your arse in ways you don't expect.
To Q: Yeh, thanks Q
From Britt: Night love, thanks for coming, pick me up tomorrow? XXXX
To Britt: Course B, see you early, remember we've got practice in the morning xxx
With that sorted, I dropped off to sleep.
XIXIX
7am cheerios practice is a tedious affair. I picked Britt up this morning before we made our way to the school, how she can be quite so perky at this time I don't think I'll ever understand.
Laps. Laps. Laps. Cardio sessions are worse than normal, why in god's name it's necessary to run so many laps I don't know, but watching Britt run next to me is a small consolation. She barely breaks a sweat, those long, toned legs eating up the ground as I trundle on next to her.
Finally the session was over and we were in the locker room after showering. Britt's stood at her locker, just down from mine, and I can't help but look at her. Her cheeks still tinged slightly pink from exertion and the heat in the room from the showers, she looks so beautiful. She's staring at me too now. I can't look away. I try to control it, but I feel a shy smile pull at the concern of my lips. My eyes flitter to her lips, as I lick my own. She walks towards me, I feel her getting closer.
Breaking me from my reverie, she giggles and links our pinkies before shutting my locker and dragging me out of the room to our first class.
XIXIX
Finally it's Saturday, the school week is over and its date day. I'm excited, very excited. B doesn't know what I've planned so she will be surprised; I'm definitely looking forward to that!
To Brit: I'll pick you up at 1 B, wear something casual, be ready! xxx
I threw my phone down on my bed and made my way into the bathroom to get ready. Showered and clean, I pottered into my wardrobe to find something to wear.
An hour later I looked around me. Splattered around were my clothes, like a mine field in a war zone. 'What the hell is casual' I said, exasperated, out loud to myself. It's my first ever date date with Britt, and I said casual, I don't even know what that is!
Looking at the time, I had to make a decision. I did my hair, down and wavy, and make up and quickly left the house. In my haste, I arrived at Britt's ten minutes early – eager much. I sat there for as long as I could, before I had to get out. I did a few lengths of the house trying to get rid of some of my nervous energy before I went and knocked on Britt's door.
Almost immediately the door swung open and I was offered the most delicious of sights. There stood the blond beauty, so tall and lean was she that when wearing such a delicate, sunlight yellow dress and flats she seemed like a goddess. I reached out my hand to touch, like a kid in a candy store, looking just wasn't enough. Captivated, I took her hands in mine and smiled wide and said "Hi B" almost stumbling over my words.
"Hey S, I've been watching you for a little while" I blushed, a little embarrassed "you look really pretty" She replied. I'd gone with a tight pair of dark wash jeans in the end, dark flats and a deep red, crew knit jumper to top it off. Casual, right?
I blushed under her gaze, what am I, a fifteen year old boy? "Thanks B, but you look so beautiful" I replied to her, before I turned on my heel and led her to the car. I opened her door, and then popped into the driver's side before starting the car and making our way to the first destination.
"Where are we going S?" Britt asked about 20 minutes into the journey.
I looked over to her, her eyebrows raised in question, reached over with my right hand and placed in on hers, on her thigh. "It's a surprise Britt, you'll enjoy it I promise" I said stroking her hand with my thumb.
She smiled over to me, and clasped by hand between both of hers, relaxing into her seat. She trusted me, of course she did, we've been friends for years.
About a half hour later we arrived at the edge of the Lima forest. Britt recognised where we were too, and hiked an eyebrow. We got out of the car in silence and I nervously took her hand, fully, in mine before walking a little ways into the forest. No words were spoken as we veered left and up a small hill, before arriving at our destination. As we walked out of the trees, a glanced a look at Britt. She was looking forward, excited and unsure about what lay in waiting for her arrival. I took this as a good sign, butterflies frittering in my stomach, and walked with her out into the sunny clearing.
Quinn had done a good job.
There lay a picnic set up fit for a King, or indeed a Queen. A basket of food and drink was placed to the side, the blanket set out in front of the small pond that was inhabited by small ducks up here. Brittany smiled, a large smile that seemingly took up the majority of her face.
I couldn't help but giggle at the sight. As she turned to me I got caught up in her eyes. Her hands closed in around me as mine did the same to her; she leant in, slowly, edging towards me, our eyes locked. Unable to take it any longer, I inhaled sharply and breathed in all that she is. I pushed forwards and claimed her lips with mine; hot, needy was I that we stumbled over to the blanket before planting ourselves next to each other facing the pond. I wrapped an arm around her, I couldn't not touch her.
"S" Britt started "this is perfect. Beautiful, just like you" I blushed and ducked my head. She doesn't realise that everything pales in comparison to her; nothing I can do for her will ever be enough.
After munching our way through the food and drink, evidently both of us had been too nervous to eat anything before hand, we strolled to the pond, not 10 feet away, and allowed our unclothed feet to slip beneath the lightly lapping water. We stood there, a moment frozen in time, watching the ducks, before I brought over the small bag of broken up bread that she likes to have to feed the ducks.
Later, late afternoon, we decided to make our way from the clearing back to my car. I'd done something right. Britt had my hand clasped firmly between her pale, slender fingers and a grin on her face bright enough to replace the sun. We reached my car not long after, nonsense discussions filling the time it took and entertaining us both.
Sliding into her seat, I closed the door behind her and rounded the car to the driver's side.
"Thanks S, I had the bestest time on our date today!" Britt exclaimed as I started the car, causing me to grin. I think my face is starting to ache from smiling.
"It's not over yet B" I said quietly, she heard, she smiled, my smile. And it made my day.