The Music In Me (Brittana)

Halloween

"What's your favorite scary movie?" I smuggled into Brittany, hiding my face from the screen of the television. She knew I didn't like horror movies at all, but she made me watch it anyways, something about embracing the culture of Spooky Season.

She turned my face away from her comfy sweater and back towards the movie playing in front of her bed, and tried to reassure me, "For the tenth time, honey, Scream is not even a horror movie. It's not even that scary. Actually, it's a little bit funny how unscary it is."

"It scares me well enough."

"Drama Queen."

I gave her a face as my eyes glanced over at the phone on the glass table next to Brittany's California King bed. Still no text from Quinn. My texts had sat unanswered for the last twenty hours. I tried talking to Britt about it, but she just wouldn't hear it; "Why are you even contacting her? She said I was stupid last night." Part of me wanted to agree with her, and I kind of did, but the other part of me felt bad for Quinn. She was obviously going through something and it seemed like she just wanted to talk to someone, and Brittany was so ready to just pick a fight with her right away.

"She is my best friend, Britt."

"I'm your best friend." True.

"You know what I mean." I rolled my eyes as she pouted, and decided to change up the subject, "Who was the genius that decided to have the State Championship on Halloween? Total buzzkill."

I could feel the slight shrug of her shoulders, "It's fine, I guess." I could tell she didn't want to talk about cheer. It was more likely that she just didn't want to talk about Quinn.

DING!

   Of course she had to text me at the exact moment Britt and I were avoiding the topic of her! I felt Brittany move to pause the movie and rolled over across the bed to retrieve my phone, which was now lit with a notification of Quinn's text.

Quinn(bestie): Sorry 4 taking so long to get back to you. Also tell Brittany I said sorry for calling her stupid or whatever.

   Or whatever? What had gotten into Quinn? I know her and Britt aren't best buds, but they're usually at least cordial with each other. "What'd she say?"

   "Nothing."

   "If it was nothing, then she wouldn't have texted you."

   Another text popped up on the bottom of my phone.

Quinn(bestie): I still need to talk to you.

   I thought about texting her back, but quickly remembered how long she had made me wait for a text and stopped myself. She could wait. She could talk to me at Tiffany's Halloween Party tomorrow night after we win at states.

"These kids suck." I was in all honesty a little bit bored by the lack of valuable competition at States.

"Get over here, Malibu Barbie!" Becky Jackson had really taken the interim coaching position as an invitation to turn into Sue Sylvester. "You too, Shakira." I look nothing like Shakira! Becky's just racist.

"What do you want, Becky?"

"That's Coach Jackson to you, Cameron Diaz," Becky propped her left hand on her hip and eyed her clipboard, which really had nothing written on it, "These other squads may be cheering like shit, but that doesn't mean we have to! I need you two leading the team to a near perfect score, or Coach Sue is going to lose her shit!" Brittany and I chanced a glance at each other; We had never heard Becky talk so much before. "Don't just stand there! Move your asses!"