My Soldier (Brittana fan fiction)* Discontinued*

chapter 7

Whose idea was it to come to this barbeque? Oh yeah. The temperature is already hot, and the waves are crashing gently against the rocks and sand. From my vantage point on a little sand hill away from all the people, I could see folks moving their belongings into some of the homes just beyond the dunes. As I mentioned, Lima Beach is always crowded with families who rented for a week or more, but occasionally college students from McKinley. It was the latter who interested me, and I noted a group of coeds in bikinis taking their spots on the back deck of one of the houses near the pier. I watch them for a bit, appreciating the view, I see my pop smiling as he flips some burgers on a massive grill. I get up and wipe the sand off my ass, Thank god I haven't got it anywhere else, you know like in my crack. Walking over to my pop I smile at some folks who pass me, I pat my pop's shoulder and he turns to look at me with a big smile.

"Heya Britt, You havin' fun?" he grins and I smile with a little nod. Being honest I'm not, I couldn't even bring my board because of my shoulder, what else is there for me to do? My pop flips the patties and they sizzle loudly. He throws me a smile over his shoulder and asks me to grab him some plates and buns. Cheeky.

"What did your last slave die of?" I tease and he threatens me with the spatula making me laugh and throw my hands up in surrender. I walk over to the table where there is an array of food ranging from fresh prawns to potato chips.

I reach for the buns and a tan hand brushes mine, also reaching for a bun. Wow her hand is like really soft. I look up and… My fucking god! Are you shitting me? I quickly retract my hand and put it behind my back, looking at my hot ex-girlfriend. She looks at me and is a little startled but a smile graces her lips.

"Another place to add to the awkward meetings list" she jokes but I just stand there and smile tightly, not really finding the humour. I look at her and Jesus Christ, can she wear shorter shorts? She's wearing white shorts, a floral blouse thingy and flip flops. I look back up at her face and then back to the burger buns. I bet these aren't the only buns that look good…. Shut up!

"Are you enjoying the Barbeque?" I ask and she seems taken back by me talking to her, I guess I haven't really been talkative. She shrugs a little and grabs an open burger bun and puts it on her paper plate.

"It's alright, a barbeque is a barbeque" she says nonchalantly says and piles some potato chips on her plate.

"Yeah… I guess it's a nice day though" trying to maintain conversation, I'm not sure why but I want to talk to her.

"It's so hot!" she exaggerates by wiping some sweat off her forehead and I chuckle. Surprisingly she's not sweating buckets like some other people I've seen, there was this fat guy who soaked a towel with his sweat.

"But you prefer the heat rather than the cold?" I say with raised eyebrows and lean on the table, she hums and smiles.

She looks at me and shows me her pearly white teeth, god. For a moment I watch as her eyes drift down from my face and roam my body, I look like a fool, I'm wearing a navy pull over and denim jean shorts with some white converse. I've already had looks from people like "Why is she wearing a jumper" I don't find it hot. This is nothing compared to the places where I've been and I've had to wear layers and layers of protective gear and clothing, I'm not even breaking out in a sweat.

"I'm not sure, when it's this hot I just want to lie down and not move." I'm not sure why but some dirty images flash through my mind, images of her sprawled out in front of the pool, naked. I swallow and get rid of my dirty thoughts, it's hot okay, and it's like doing something to my brain. I get back to my task on delivering buns to my pop. Santana… Naked… mmm. I shake my head a little and look at her.

"What about you?" She asks. I look up and raise an eyebrow.

"What about me?"

"Hot or cold?" she says and looks directly into my eyes.