thread: Santana and Matt get their tan on at Lake Quarry Date: Sunday August 28, afternoon Characters: Santana and Matt Location: The pier at Lake Quarry Summary:Matt and Santana spend some quality bro time together at the lake.
Santana stretched out, the plush beach towel soft under her skin. She was lying at the very end of the pier, wearing her favourite new black and white bikini. She'd been serious about tanning, but the pier was super old and made of wood, and the bikini left a lot of surface area out to get a splinter in. Enter the beach towel. She flicked a strand of hair back from her forehead, bumping her sunglasses a little further up the bridge of her nose as she tilted her head to the side to get a good look at the boy sitting beside her.
It was so cool that Matt was back in town. He was the first friend she made when she moved to Lima before freshman year - and one of the first boys in town she'd kissed, but that was old news. He was also one of the only real friends she had, and they hadn't kept in touch any further than being facebook friends in the year he'd been gone. That meant a lot to catch up on. Santana wasn't the 'catching up' type, but she could make an exception for her bro. Which was pretty much what they were, in both senses on the world. Matt was almost like a brother to her - he'd taken her under his wing in a sense when she was new in town, and was kind of like her moral compass (not that she always - or often - took his advice). And he was probably her closest friend outside of Britt. She hadn't always put much stock in the concept of girls being friends with boys without sex factoring in, and considering her history with just about all of the good-looking boys in school, it was hard to imagine. But she had that with Matt. He was a really awesome friend who happened to be really good-looking, and that was all there was to it. Cool.
So. Bro-time. And a massive hangover from a crazy Saturday night that was only just beginning to dull, despite the maximum-dose of Tylenol she'd swallowed in the hours since she woke up on the floor at Puck's. She'd have to get in the lake later and see if the cool water did anything to cure the throbbing in her head. The flu had ruined plans for a bunch of parties in the tail end of the summer, and as a result, this was one of the first times she'd made the 20 minute drive out there in a long time.
For a Sunday in August, the lake wasn't too popular. A few families having picnics, some kids in an inflatable boat, all on the other side of the lank. They had this half all to themselves. Awesome.
"So, Matty J," she started, tucking the end of her drinking straw into the corner of her mouth and taking a sip from her bottled water. "Tell me all your crazy stories from Montana. Oh, and your sexy ones. Tell me the sexy ones first."