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Cookies ‘n’ Dreams || Simón Álvarez

Summary: You and Simón get up to some shenanigans while baking cookies.

Word Count: 1,849

The sun was shining as you walked toward Jam & Roller, a bag of homemade cookies in your hand. As you entered the building, you heard live music. Perfect timing, you thought. The Roller Band is practicing. You walked over to the stage and sat down at one of the tables, listening as the band played “Un Destino.” When the song finished, you stood up and clapped loudly for them.

“You guys sound amazing, as usual,” you said. The boys grinned, put their instruments away, and walked over to your table.

“What are you doing here so early? Don’t you have to get to school?” Nico asked.

You held out the bag of cookies. “I baked these last night and I thought you guys might want some.”

“Really?” Pedro asked excitedly.

You nodded and opened the bag, holding it out to them. They all reached out at the same time, jostling each other to get a cookie, and you laughed. “Relax guys, there’s enough for everyone.”

Simón was the first to grab one, and you hoped he would like it. As soon as he took a bite, his eyes lit up and he grinned. “These are amazing!” he exclaimed, wiping a crumb from his mouth. “You need to give us the recipe!”

You smiled, feeling like you could jump for joy. “What if I show you guys how to bake them instead?” you suggest. You were friends with all three of the boys but, truth be told, you had a crush on Simón and would love to spend more time with him.

“That’s a great idea!” Simón said. “Maybe you could come over to our apartment tonight?” He looked to Nico and Pedro for confirmation.

Nico gave him a knowing grin. “I’m going out with Jim tonight, remember?”

Simón frowned slightly. “I didn’t know that.”

“And Tamara asked me to stay late to help plan for the next Open,” Pedro jumped in. “But I don’t see why you two can’t still get together tonight and make some.”

“Yeah, then we’ll have nice freshly baked cookies to arrive home to,” Nico said. He kept glancing at Pedro, and they both looked like they were holding back laughter.

“Well, sure, if that’s okay with you,” Simón asked you, searching your face for your reaction.

A flurry of butterflies erupted in your stomach. “Yeah, that’d be great. Then you can teach Pedro and Nico some other time,” you said.

“Cool,” Simón said, smiling. “If you’re coming back to the Roller after school, we could head over to my place at 6?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said. “And speaking of school, I really have to get going or I’ll be late. See you guys later!” You waved to them and rushed out of the Roller. A ginormous grin broke out on your face as you ran to school.

~~~~~

As soon as the door to Jam & Roller closed behind you, Nico and Pedro slapped Simón on the shoulder and jumped around hollering.

Simón pushed their hands away and laughed. “What was that all about?”

Nico grinned at him. “We just set you up on a date with Y/N.”

Simón’s eyes widened. “You liars!” He pointed at Nico. “You don’t really have a date with Jim. And you”—he turned to Pedro—“You weren’t asked to stay late.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe you set me up like that.”

“You do like Y/N, don’t you?” Pedro asked.

Simón looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck, blushing lightly. “Well…”

Nico laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Then you should be thanking us.”

A smile crept onto Simón’s face. “I’ll thank you after, if it goes well.”

~~~~~

You entered Blake South College, slightly disheveled from running. Luna and Nina, your best friends, came over to greet you.

“You certainly got here in a rush,” Nina noted, reaching over and smoothing down your wild hair.

“I was just dropping off some cookies to the Roller Band,” you explained, holding up the bag in your hand. “Do you want some?” They both nodded, and the three of you all took one.

“These are delicious!” Luna exclaimed.

You smiled and glanced at the ground. “I know, Simón told me so.”

Nina’s eyebrows shot up and she grinned slyly. “Oh really?”

“What’s up with you and him?” Luna asked, nudging you with her elbow.

You blushed. “Well, I offered to teach the boys how to make cookies this evening, but Nico and Pedro are busy, so…”

Luna’s eyes widened. “So it’s just going to be you and Simón?” she asked, grabbing your arm in excitement. You nodded, and Luna gasped loudly.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Matteo said, appearing from behind a corner.

The three of you quickly straightened up. “There’s no fuss,” Luna said. Matteo opened his mouth to speak, but the bell rang.

“We’ve got to get to class. Bye!” Nina said, looping her arm through yours and Luna’s and walking you to the classroom.

The three of you sat down. Luna leaned over and whispered, “You’d better tell us all about it tomorrow.” Nina nodded in agreement.

You smiled. “Okay.”

~~~~~

Evening was approaching, and you and Luna were skating together at the rink. Every couple of minutes you checked your watch, eagerly awaiting 6:00 pm.

After you glanced at your wrist yet again, Luna laughed. “You really can’t wait to hang out with Simón, huh?”

You glanced around quickly to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “It’s that obvious?” you asked.

Luna giggled. “Yeah, it is.”

You stopped skating for a moment. “It’s not weird that I’m hanging out with him, is it? You know, since he’s your best friend and all-”

“No, not at all!” Luna interrupted. “I’m super happy for him, and for you. Besides, I think he likes you.” Luna gently elbowed you, a huge grin on her face.

“Really?” you asked excitedly.

Luna nodded. Then she gasped and elbowed you again. “Look who’s here!”

You turned towards the entrance to the rink where Simón had just entered. You and Luna skated over to meet him.

“Hey Luna, Y/N,” Simón said, slightly more nervous than usual, but still smiling.

“Hey Simón,” Luna said. She glanced back at the rink and said, “Looks like someone needs help; I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” She waved before skating off, leaving you and Simón alone. The two of you glanced in the direction she had skated, and it was clear that no one needed her help.

Simón rubbed the back of his neck. “Ready to bake some cookies?” You nodded. “Yeah, I am.”

~~~~~

“Bienvenida a mi casa,” Simón said, opening the door of the apartment and leading you to the kitchen. He turned to you and smiled. “Where do we begin?”

“How about you start by showing me where you keep your ingredients?”

A few minutes later, Simón was carefully measuring out the first of two cups of flour. You leaned over the mixing bowl to get a whiff of the cookie dough, and Simón dumped in the flour, causing a cloud of it to rise into your face.

“Hey, watch it!” you exclaimed, quickly leaning away from the bowl. Without thinking, you reached past Simón, grabbed a small handful of flour from the bag on the counter, and tossed it in his face. As soon as you processed what you had done, you froze in shock, hoping you hadn’t gone too far. Simón blinked, and then one of his signature smiles broke out on his face.

“Oh, it’s on,” he said, and the flour war began. Cloud after cloud of white flour poofed into the air, and the two of you ran around the kitchen trying to avoid them, while continuing to create more. You two started off by only tossing small handfuls of flour, but soon they got bigger and bigger and the two of you had gotten flour all over yourselves and the kitchen.

Eventually, Simón grabbed the bag off of the counter, held it behind his back, and chased you into a corner of the kitchen. Your back was against the wall, and you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the flour bomb that you were sure was coming. As the seconds ticked on and still nothing came, your heart started to pound faster as you realized you could hear Simón’s breathing not that far away from you. You slowly opened your eyes to meet Simón’s, and for a moment all you did was stare into them. Then Simón brought his hand to his face, opened it to reveal flour, and blew it into your face. You immediately closed your eyes and burst into giggles, and Simón joined in. Once the flour cloud had settled, you opened your eyes again.

“How about we stop wasting the flour and finish making these cookies?” Simón suggested with a grin.

You nodded. “I think you should let me scoop out the rest of the flour to make sure we don’t start anything again.”

Simón narrowed his eyes. “Oh, so you’re blaming me for starting this?” he asked playfully.

“Mm-hmm,” you agreed, snatching the bag of flour from him and walking back to the counter. He rolled his eyes and joined you, and the two of you got back to work.

~~~~~

You and Simón sat at the kitchen table eating some freshly baked cookies.

“Thanks for teaching me the recipe,” Simón said, grabbing another cookie from the plate on the table. “I’m definitely going to make them again.”

You grinned. “Well, now you know how! You can even teach Pedro and Nico how the professionals do it.”

Simón giggled at that last comment, then tilted his head to the side. “Well, I think it’s probably more fun baking when it’s just the two of us.” He leaned a little closer, and your heart beat a little faster. “What do you think?”

Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the front door opened. Nico and Pedro walked in to the scent of freshly baked cookies and the sight of flour everywhere.

“What on earth happened here?” Pedro asked, raising his eyebrows.

Simón leaned back in his seat. “We made cookies,” he said, holding up the plate filled with them. Nico and Pedro both walked over to grab one and take a bite.

“These,” Nico said, waving around his half-eaten cookie, “are delicious. And I’m glad you two had fun. But someone—” he looked pointedly at Simón— “is gonna have to clean this up.”

“Oh, let me help,” you said, standing up.

“Absolutely not,” Simón replied. “I was the one who started it.”

You raised your eyebrows. “I’m glad we agree.” You glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was just past 7:30. “I should probably get going,” you said.

“I’ll drive you,” Simón said, walking you to the door. “But only if you promise we’ll do this again sometime.”

“I would love to,” you said, and although you wouldn’t admit it out loud, the evening had been a dream come true.

[simbargifs]

simbar wedding aesthetic ♡ primera parte

Okey, es que…me tomó mucho tiempo averiguar que decir al estar acá arriba. Sabés que no soy tan buena con palabras. No soy como vos. Vos sos esa persona… brillante, creativa, amable que respeto y admiro muchísimo. Todo lo que haces, lo haces con tu corazón y lo único que querés es ayudar a la gente. Y la verdad es que estaba muy molesta contigo cuando te conocí. Nunca pensaste en ti ni en ganar. Bueno, tampoco pensás en esto ahora. El sentido de la vida para vos… es ayudar a los demás y hacer música. No te entendí por mucho, mucho tiempo – un tiempo muy largo y si te digo la verdad, los dos sabemos que aún ahora, a veces, tampoco te entiendo. Pero lo que sí entiendo es que vos también me ayudaste a mí. Y lo que sí entiendo ahora, aunque eso también me tomó un tiempo, es que me enamoré de vos por lo que sos, por ser esa persona buena que yo no me merezco –  no, no me interrumpas, por favor, es la verdad y vos lo sabés. Dejáme terminar. Por favor. Me ayudaste a encontrar mi camino. Me ayudaste a encontrarme a mí misma. Me hiciste entender que la vida es más que ganar y cuidarse uno mismo. Iluminaste mi camino. Porque, y eso es algo que yo tengo muy en claro, desde que empecé a enamorarme de vos, no había nada más importante para mí que tu felicidad. Y sé que te lastimé mucho en el pasado, hasta el punto en que no te merecía, y sé que siempre podrías haberme dado la espalda. Pero nunca lo hiciste. Quiero agradecerte por eso. Porque hasta en mis peores momentos, vos estabas ahí por mí. Y no te puedo prometer que de ahora en más van a haber solo momentos buenos. No te quiero mentir. Pero lo que te puedo prometer es que venga lo que venga, mientras estemos juntos, vamos a estar bien. Mientras estés a mi lado, yo sé que estoy del lado correcto. Y mientras estés a mi lado, yo ya gané. Te amo con todo mi corazón y con toda mi alma. Te amo. 

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“It is said that there’s no such thing as coincidence" - Simbar oneshot

The sequel of Drunk!Simón is finally here! You asked for it, I delivered ;)

"A thrilling ending to the unplanned saga." - The New York Times. "Fluffy and sweet- Like cotton candy!" - The Washington Post. "How did you get inside my house?" - Rick Riordan, author of the Percy Jackson series.

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Simón knew, from the very moment that he started regaining consciousness, that he felt like shit.

Waking up felt more like crawling through mud to return to the world of the living. The bed seemed to be moving, but it was certainly just him. His mouth felt completely dry, and the taste of it, some spoiled remnant of whatever he’d had last night, almost made him nauseous.

He didn’t want to open his eyes. He was fully awake now, which meant he recognized he was facing a very bad hangover, and the instant the morning sunlight hit his eyes, the headache he was barely managing to keep at bay would hit him like a truck.

Unfortunately, he had responsibilities, a.k.a his job, and after finding himself abruptly homeless, he did not want Gary to kick him out of his source of income too.

So, very slowly, and very reluctantly, Simón pulled his eyes open.

And paused.

…What?

Now, given how recently he’d ended up without a roof, he hadn’t gotten the time to get very acquaintanced with his assigned guest room, but he could’ve sworn the walls were not pink. The curtains were some cream color, not this dark black, he was sure of it. And why the hell would there be graffiti and pamphlets on a guest room’s wall?

He looked around and—

No.

Simón sat up, which made him wince from the answering pound in his head, but he had no time to focus on that because he knew this room. Even if it was changed, he knew it, he knew whose it was and—

Nonononono...

He had to be asleep, this had to be a dream. There was no way he was actually waking up after a night of drinking in a bed that wasn’t his own— THIS WAS NOT WHO HE WAS.

Simón Álvarez, what the hell did you do?

He checked himself. He was dressed— Thank god. There was no way he would’ve done something and then just dress back up to sleep, right? That wouldn’t make sense. If it had been only his boxers and a t-shirt then maybe, but why would he put his pants back on?

God, he couldn’t believe he even had to think these things.

A sound to his right beckoned his attention and his heart jumped as he saw Ámbar appear from her private bathroom. She came to a stop by the arched entrance of her closet when she saw him awake. Their eyes locked from opposite sides of the room.

She was in a nightdress, barefoot, no makeup. Her hair was still a little messy from sleep, and Simón’s heart squeezed inside his chest. Any other thought vanished for a moment. She looked so… soft. As simple and natural as a person could be. He’d never seen her like this. It was a level of domesticity he had never dared to imagine.

Well, what did you expect? You’re in her room. IN HER BED.

“Hi,” Ámbar said in a small voice. There was something unsure in her expression, in the way she looked at him.  

“Hi,” he replied in barely more than a whisper.

If she didn’t know how to proceed, then he sure as hell didn’t. He was still processing the fact that this was actually real and not some alcohol-induced hallucination. How had he ended up in her bed? Why wasn’t she saying anything? God, his head hurt so much.

“Um…” He started once it become clear that she wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing here. What am I doing here?”  

Ámbar stared at him quietly. Something in her face changed, but he couldn’t put a name to the expression on it. “You don’t remember?”  

He went to shake his head but quickly stopped as the barest movement made him want to die. “No,” he croaked with his eyes closed from the pain.

More silence. “Ah.”

That was all of Ámbar’s answer. Her voice sounded flat. Simón opened his eyes to take a gauge of her expression, but she was already moving, coming towards the bed. No, not the bed, he realized too late. In one instant, Ámbar had pulled the curtains open, filling the room with sunlight.

Simón shut his eyes and whined miserably. Yep, he was right, the sun was too bright.

“Well, you were very drunk, as you can already tell,” Ámbar commented. “How is that hangover working out for ya?”  

He couldn't see her, but Simón could tell she was smiling wickedly. God, why did her voice sound like she was screaming? Everything was too loud.

Simón groaned. “Not great.”

“Yeah, I thought so.” Her voice showed no sympathy whatsoever. “Well, when you feel up to it, please leave my bed, and my room,” she said pointedly. “I want to dress and start my day.”

Simón wanted to resent her attack on his retinas— and subsequently his whole system— but he knew he deserved that and the bite in her voice.

“Right, of course, I’m sorry, Ámbar.” He ran a hand down his face. “God, I can’t believe I ended up here. Did I steal your bed?” He looked at her through pain-squinted eyes. “Where did you sleep?”  

Ámbar turned her head towards him. She stared at him, long and almost…sad? But that didn’t make sense.

Then something in her gaze shifted.

“Why, Simón…” She said, her whole posture different now. “I know they say a gentleman has no memory but, you really don’t remember we slept together? That hurts.”

Simón’s brain collapsed. His heart had a car crash in his throat and got stuck there. “…Huh?”

“Well, for starters, we shared the bed, obviously, because I have nowhere else to sleep,” Ámbar continued easily. “And before that— Well.” She smirked. “Let’s say we shared it in other ways too.”

“Nonono, wait, you’re messing with me,” he said, clinging to reason in his agitated state. “I mean, I’m fully dressed, so how—”

“Yeah, you know, I was surprised too,” she said, moving to sit casually next to him on the side of the mattress as if they were discussing the weather. “I mean, you would think no guy could fall asleep when he’s got his head buried between your boobs, but apparently, the alcohol was stronger.” All blood drained from his face. “I’d be offended if it weren’t for how vocal you were about how much you were enjoying yourself.”

Simón’s heart raced life-threateningly fast. His brain eagerly provided images of what she was saying, which he was pretty sure were only imaginings and not actual recollections, but it mattered very little ‘cause his temperature raised all the same. Ámbar was practically leaning towards him on the bed to make matters worse. He glanced down, unable to help himself, and— Oh my god, no bra.

Simón looked away. “I�� I don’t… I don’t remember anything like that.” He brought a hand to his temple. “Oh god, my head’s throbbing…” He whined, clenching his eyes. It hurt just to think.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what you said last night,” Ámbar said, making him swallow his tongue. “I would’ve helped you out with that, but it was a little sudden the way you jumped me, you know? And you were very adamant on doing me first.”

“WHA—” Simón grimaced instantly at his own loud voice, squeezing his eyes shut. He whined pathetically. “Shit…”

His head pounded at the rhythm of his heart, which was very fast right now. He wanted to die— Why did he even drink? He almost never drinks. Sure, Nico wanted them to say goodbye like that, but what they wanted was for him to not leave them and he did so anyway, so he could’ve said no and just grab a soda.

Nono, don’t think like that, it’s not his fault. The hangover was making him resentful.

He must’ve looked as bad as he felt because Ámbar’s voice softened.

“Wait, I’ll bring you something.”

He felt her weight leave the bed, and she must’ve gone to the bathroom because the next time he opened his eyes, she was nearing him with a glass of water and some painkillers in her hands.

“Here you go, it should make you feel better.”

She might as well have been an angel.

“Thank you,” Simón expressed with his whole heart as he received them. He shoved the two pills into his mouth and swallowed them eagerly. Please, god, just make it stop hurting.

He chugged down the whole glass of water, chasing away the disgusting taste in his mouth. He felt Ámbar’s eyes on him the entire time.

“You really don’t remember anything?” She asked after a moment.

Simón racked his aching head, trying to recall something. He remembered the bar… for the most part. They must have said goodbye to Nico at some point. Then he had a blurry memory of… a car? Maybe a cab or an Uber. Nico must’ve ordered it for them because they were in no state to.

So that was how they’d returned to the mansion. But he should’ve gone to sleep after that. If they got to the mansion together and Pedro went up to his room, why didn’t he go with him? Why didn’t he go to his guest room? Why did he end up in Ámbar’s room?

‘Why are you so cute?’

The distorted image came to him in a flash. Standing outside Ámbar’s door, her in her nightdress looking up at him with confusion.

Oh god.

Oh nonononono…

“No, nothing, all blank,” he said, keeping his gaze on the glass in his palms, and then turned to leave it on the nightstand just to not look at her.  

Oh god— Had he seriously asked her that?! Please tell him he hadn’t said anything else— Jesus Christ.

Ámbar hummed, and her gaze seemed lost for a moment as if she were thinking. She looked almost disheartened, staring out the window like that. Or maybe that was just how she looked when she was deep in thought.  

“I’m sorry for invading your bed,” he told her. Her face incited him to apologize.

She looked at him, and whatever look she’d had before quickly disappeared and turned into the impish one of before.

“Oh, I’m not sorry about that, it was great.” She ran her hand over his chest. “You can really be a beast when you want to, huh?”

“I-I- I don’t—” Shit, it was hard to think when she touched him like that. “Don’t tease me, Ámbar, we didn’t do anything,” he reprimanded her, making his voice sound stronger, but just as quickly, fear hit him. “…Did we?”

What if he’d really done something? He’d gotten to her room and called her cute— Something could’ve easily happened after that. Something like her laughing at his face, which, well, he wouldn’t blame her honestly, and he’d be very happy of having forgotten that.

But what if she didn’t laugh? What if something happened between them and now he didn’t remember?

That’d be such a pity…

No, wait, that wasn’t the issue!

“Maybe we did, maybe we didn’t... I feel like leaving you in the doubt,” Ámbar said with a mischievous smile.   

She stood from the bed again and walked to the door.  

“Where are you going?” He asked automatically.

Not like it was any of his business, and if she wanted to go tell Miguel to give him a scolding, he deserved that, but…

“I’ll bring you some food,” she said. “It should make you feel better.”

Oh.

His chest fluttered with affection but he felt too bad about this. “Oh, you don’t have to do that, I’ll leave right—” The moment he tried to stand, a hammer whipped his head from the inside.

Ouch…

Ámbar chuckled a little. “It’s fine. You just took the painkillers; it’ll take some minutes for the effect to kick in. You can stay until they do.”

“Thank you,” he said, still feeling guilty, but not moving really sounded like the best option for him right now.  

Ámbar walked over to close the curtains she had previously opened. Simón felt instantly better, letting out a sigh of relief.

“I’ll be right back.”

His eyes followed her until she left. Then it was just him, the quiet in the room, and his headache.

Simón laid his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes. God, what a mess. If he had known this was what would happen, he never would’ve had those drinks with the guys.

But… it wasn’t all bad. 

The circumstances weren’t the best, but this had to be the nicest interaction he’d had with Ámbar in some time.  The one from the previous day didn’t count— her talk about ‘impossible loves’ or whatever— because that hadn’t been a very happy moment for him, especially considering Benicio showed up.

Oh god, Benicio.

Simón brought his hands to his face. What the hell was he doing in Ámbar’s bed when she had a boyfriend? What was his drunk brain thinking? This was so wrong on so many levels.

He had to leave— As soon as possible. It didn’t matter if his hangover was killing him. It didn’t matter if Ámbar was—

Currently getting him breakfast… to bed because he felt sick…

Simón dropped his hands and opened his eyes. Ámbar was getting him breakfast— He couldn’t believe this. Like, sure, he’d imagined stuff like this about a million times, but he never thought it would actually happen!

She’d really gone downstairs just to bring him food— That was so…

So sweet— She’s so cute.

Simón slapped himself mentally. That was precisely the kind of thought that had led him into this mess.

But he couldn’t help it. He always turned stupid when it came to her. It was a little pathetic really. His heart always skipped a beat whenever he saw her, like it was a greeting, and he’d come to think of it almost like a dog, wagging his tail excitingly when his owner returned home. ‘Hi! Hi! I missed you! I’m so happy you’re back! Did you bring anything for me? Oh! A glance in my direction! You’re so kind! I’ll save this gift and cherish it forever!’

…Okay, so it was very sad.

He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering though. This whole situation— It’d be so nice if he weren’t sick, if it were intentional, if things were different between them. Waking up next to her, having breakfast in bed…

She looked so pretty, even just woken up. She always looked pretty. It was so unfair that she was this pretty. And she was so sweet when she wanted to be. And she looked so cool when she skated. And she sang so beautifully. And her hair looked so soft…

Yeah, okay, you’re in love, Simón, we got it.

Right as he thought that, Ámbar came back with a tray in her hands.

His heart jumped. He sat up in bed and tried to school his expression into nothing. The only thing that could make this situation more awkward would be if they started talking about feelings again.

She has a boyfriend, wants to destroy your team, likes to play with you but nothing more— Don’t forget.

“Okay,” Ámbar said as she came to sit on the bed and placed the tray carefully on his lap. “I brought you toasts with scrambled eggs, and a water bottle because I didn’t know if you could drink anything else.” She grabbed the bottle and placed it on the nightstand as Simón looked at his food. “Eggs supposedly help with hangovers— Something about protein.”

Yeah, he had heard about that. He grabbed one of the toasts and gave it a bite. The contrast between the crusty toast and the soft eggs was so good— He hadn’t realized he was so hungry until now.

“I know it’s very simple,” Ámbar continued, “but anything too heavy could upset your stomach… And, truthfully, I don’t know how to make anything else,” she admitted in a slightly shy voice. “The scrambled eggs were already an experiment, but I think they turned out pretty good.”

Simón’s breath caught. He lowered his hand and rose his eyes towards hers. “…You made this?” He thought she’d only grab whatever she found.

Ámbar looked away. “Well, since Mónica is now the owner and not the chef of this house, I guess she no longer wakes up before dawn to get everything ready for everyone. Better for me in this case though, because then I would’ve had to explain why I needed two breakfasts.”

Simón stared.

…Fuck.

There goes the remaining piece of my heart.

Unnerved by his silence, Ámbar finally looked at him. “What? Is it that bad? It’s not burned, it should be edible,” she said defensively.  

“Yeah, no, it’s—” Don’t cry, you stupid fool. “It’s very good, Ámbar, thank you.”

He busied himself eating to not say or do anything stupid. It really was good. The eggs needed a bit more salt for his taste, but it made him smile. She was probably worried about putting too much. It was so cute.

“Seriously, if you keep laughing at my cooking, I’m gonna kick you out screaming bloody murder and good luck explaining to everyone why you were in my room.”

Her threatening voice forced him to make his face blank. “I’m not. Sorry, Ámbar.”

As he kept eating— her first scrambled eggs, and she made them for him, he couldn’t believe it— Ámbar checked her phone casually, apparently scrolling through apps. He stole glances at her every now and then, nothing too long for fear of her finding him staring. He couldn’t help but think this was… very intimate, in a way. He wanted to grab Matteo and show him this for the next time he told him Ámbar did nothing but hurt people. She was taking care of him now, even when she totally didn’t have to. Leaving the teasing aside, she’d been very kind all morning considering other people in her situation would’ve kicked him out yesterday.

Just as he was finishing, Ámbar opened the water bottle and handed it to him. He accepted it with a thank you but didn’t drink right away.

He smiled. “You know what all this shows?”

“That you should never drink this much if you’re not used to it?” Ámbar guessed.

Simón smiled wider. “It shows that the Ámbar I know it’s still in there. No matter how much you try to hide it, you have a good heart.”

Maybe he imagined it, but he thought she got a little embarrassed before she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay, don’t get all Ethics professor on me— I just didn’t want you to throw up all over my room.” She took the tray from him and went to place it on her dressing table.

Simón blinked. That… really could’ve happened actually; it was a fair concern.

He brought the water bottle to his lips, drinking down half of it in one go and letting out a contented sigh. The rest he finished it more slowly, and Ámbar took the empty bottle once he was done.

She dropped it on the trashcan and sat on the bed again. “Do you feel any better?”

Simón realized he hadn’t thought about his hangover in a while. He focused on it now, and found the headache had weakened considerably. He no longer felt like his head was trying to kill him from the inside out, and his body felt less heavy, more energized than when he just woke up. He would still have to take it slow throughout the day—And probably wear sunglasses— but the worst seemed to be over.

“Yeah, much better,” he told her. “Not perfect, but that’ll take time. Thank you very much, Ámbar.”

He pulled the covers back and slid his legs over to the side of the bed. He couldn’t keep taking advantage of her generosity; it was time to go. He got up and was very relieved when standing on his own two feet didn’t hit him with a wave of dizziness. His body ached a little, and his head too, but it was manageable.

“Um,” he looked around the floor, “my shoes…?”

“On the other side of the bed probably.”

Simón went around the bed and found his discarded sneakers. As he put them on, Ámbar went to the bathroom with the glass she’d brought earlier, probably to leave it back in its place. Once with his shoes on, Simón stood again and, out of curiosity, looked at his reflection in the vanity’s mirror.

Holy… cow. He looked destroyed.

Yeah, I should definitely not drink this much ever again.

“Staring at your regrets?”

Simón straightened and turned to find Ámbar coming back from the bathroom, looking at him amusedly as he tried to fix what was once his hair.

“I apologize for making you see this,” he told her, only half-joking. “Why didn’t you tell me I look like death?”

“You were feeling like death; it was to be expected.” She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. “Plus, you saw me just woken up too and that look is awful.”

“Nah, you look beautiful.”

Ámbar stared at him with surprise and her face took a pinkish hue.  

Simón’s eyes widened. Shit, he said that without thinking!

“I mean, compared to me,” he hurried to say, shifting his tone into a joking one to lighten the air.  

“Right.”

“Like, who am I to judge, right?”  

“Right, yeah, I get you.”

The good news was that he’d made her so nervous that she was eagerly willing to go with that excuse. The bad news was, of course, that he’d made her nervous, and himself as well.

He laughed awkwardly until the sound died. “Well, uh, I should go,” he said then. He pointed to his right. “Do you want me to take the tray downstairs?” He offered.  

Ámbar stood. “Nono, don’t worry, I’ll do it later. I mean, you should probably go straight to your room to fix all that,” she joked, gesturing at him.

He chuckled. “Right.” 

They stood there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. Simón knew he had to leave, but if he was being honest with himself, a part of him didn’t want to. This morning in this room seemed like a moment separated from the world. When he left, the antagonisms would be back, and the mocks, and the distance, the mistrust, and the longing.

His brain mixed the image of her now, staring at him in her nightdress, with the image of her last night at her door.

‘Why are you so cute?’

Right, the phrase that had started all this mess. And the one thing he could remember from the previous night.   

Simón looked down and cleared his throat. Then he took a breath, gathering his strength, and looked at her in the eyes. “Ámbar, I can’t go without asking you.”

Her eyes flickered with comprehension. Simón felt his nervousness rise. He was very scared to know— Just that little fragment he’d remembered was very embarrassing. But he had to ask, he couldn’t avoid this.

“Please be honest with me,” he begged. “In all seriousness, did I… say something or do something… weird last night?”

He didn’t have the courage to specify, but he knew she’d get what he meant.

His heart raced as Ámbar just looked at him for a while. What if she really just left him in the doubt? Or worse, told him he asked her to marry him or something? He honestly couldn’t put anything past him at this point if he called her beautiful while completely sober.

Finally, whatever Ámbar’s eyes held disappeared, and a little smile curved her mouth. “No. I was just messing with you.”

Simón’s shoulders sagged. “Oh, okay, good,” he said, relieved.

“You did hug me all the time we were in bed though; you refused to let me go.”   

It was at times like these that Simón thanked the universe for not being one of those who blushed, because otherwise, he would’ve looked like an apple.

“Oh— I— That’s— Force of habit!” He finally managed to say. “Because of my siblings! Yeah, we cuddle aaall the time. In Mexico we used to all sleep together like one big mass— We got very hot in the summer.”

Ámbar just nodded along through his rambling, her lips pursed. “Riiight. Of course...”

She clearly didn’t believe a word he said, and he couldn’t blame her.  

He reached for the door handle. “Anyway, thanks for letting me sleep with you. I MEAN, for letting me sleep it off here, I’m so sorry I bothered you, it won’t happen again. Um, yeah. I’ll see you at the Roller. And here. Because I live here now. And you live here, of course.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “Right. Anyway, bye.”

Simón made his escape and speed-walked all the way to his guest room— which was a long way because it was on the complete opposite side of the mansion— wanting to die.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…

He was definitely not getting drunk again.

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It had been some hectic, hectic days. So many things had happened very fast.

This Open, for example. Simón couldn’t believe how fast it had been put together—practically overnight. No wonder Ámbar called it “The Flash Open” when she announced it to everyone in the cafeteria.

Ámbar, the new manager of the Jam & Roller.

As he said— Many things happened.

“Now, everyone, give it up for us girls!”

The crowd cheered at Ámbar’s request, and the girls— Ámbar, Luna, Nina, Jim, Yam, Delfi, Jazmín, Emilia— took their positions on the stage, each of them wearing a gown inspired by the 80s, the theme of this Open Music.

Ámbar looked right out of the movie Grease with her tight black costume and her curled blonde hair. She was more radiant than the spotlights, her presence so magnetic that it captured the attention of everyone in the crowd.

She looked gorgeous.

And she was looking at him.  

Simón felt his heart skip a beat every time her red lips sang a verse and her eyes found his across the room. These looks, or glances, had been a common occurrence lately. It wasn’t completely new— Matteo had noticed and warned him about it some weeks ago after all. But this was different. He couldn’t pinpoint why exactly. Maybe it was the way these looks lingered. Maybe it was that she no longer pretended not to notice or that she didn’t care.

Not since that day. Since that night he couldn’t remember.

No new memories had come to him since then. He only had an image, blurry and double-visioned, of Ámbar sited in front of him, but if they talked at all, he couldn’t recall it.

The song, ‘Mano a Mano’, ended with an explosion of applause from the marveled public. The girls took a small bow in thanks and left the stage, except for Ámbar, who grabbed the mic stand on the front and announced there’d be a small break before the next performance. She invited everyone to keep enjoying their food in the meantime and walked down the stage.

Simón saw her go up to Ramiro at one of the tables at the back and exchange a few words with him. Simón knew that the next number was Ramiro’s solo, so he imagined she was giving him some instruction for when he took the stage in a couple of minutes. Ramiro nodded and responded something with a smile. Jim, who was sitting next to Ramiro, said something to Ámbar next, probably a compliment on the show judging by the way Ámbar brought her hands to her chest in a thankful gesture. Then she left their table and walked to the dressing room, disappearing behind the closed door.

Simón, who was serving some juices behind the bar, left the now-filled glasses on top of the wooden counter and turned to Pedro, who was making a sandwich next to him. “Can you take these to table four? I’ll be right back.”

Pedro agreed with a simple ‘Sure’. Simón used a cloth to dry his hands quickly and left the bar. He went to the dressing room, opened the door, and then closed it upon entering.

Ámbar was sitting in front of one of the mirrors, apparently checking her makeup, when she saw him walk in. What could she possibly have to check, Simón had no idea— She looked perfect.

“Oh, Simón, hi,” she said, sounding a little surprised but not annoyed by his sudden appearance. She stood to face him correctly. “Is something the matter? Did we run out of supplies already?”

He chuckled at her worried-manager mode. “No, everything’s fine, everyone’s having a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad,” she said with a relieved tone. Simón had seen her very stressed organizing everything for this Flash Open, her very first event as the Jam & Roller’s manager. He guessed that, now that it was going so well, she could finally relax a little.

“Great performance, by the way,” he told her. “The girl’s team really wiped the floor with us.”

Ámbar chuckled. “Oh, you guys were great too… But yeah, we did.”

They laughed until the laughter died naturally, leaving them looking at each other in wavering silence. It wasn’t awkward, exactly, but it wasn’t often that they were alone like this, and it was clear neither knew how to act.

Simón averted his gaze for a second before meeting her eyes again. “Ámbar, I wanted to thank you for talking to Luna,” he finally said, the reason why he’d followed her here.

If Ámbar was surprised by the brought-up topic, she didn’t show it. She just smiled modestly and shrugged a little. “Well, I said I would, didn’t I?”

Simón’s heart fluttered. “…Yeah, you did.”

She put it so simple— And it was that simple, which was precisely what made him so happy. She promised to do something, and she did it. At least to that extent, he could trust her. He couldn’t have been sure of that last week. He was now.  

“She isn’t mad at you, is she?” Ámbar inquired with a bit of worry in her voice. “I tried to explain that you were just being nice to me and that’s why you didn’t tell her right away.”  

“She was a little vexed,” he admitted, “but we talked it out; it’s fine.”

She smiled slightly. “Good.”

The silence was back, except now it was awkward, at least for him because he’d already said what he came here to say. He could say other things. He could say many things, like how beautiful she looked, how he loved that she’d been smiling for real lately and not just falsely and sardonically; how happy he’d been when Luna told him, very surprised, that Ámbar had talked to her without any attacks or hostility; how he now, more than ever, wished things were different, because he was getting used to having breakfast and dinner with her, and he didn’t know what he’d do when he no longer had an excuse to see her so much.

But things weren’t how he wished they were.

“Well, um, I should get going,” he said, pointing behind him. “Got tables to attend to.” 

He turned toward the door, but her voice stopped him.

“Wait!”

Simón spun, finding Ámbar’s gaze. Her blue eyes looked unsure, nervous, and the hand that had reached for him pulled back quickly, joining the other, playing with fingers.

“I… I broke up with Benicio the other day,” she said in a timid voice. “I don’t know if you knew. I was going to tell you, but then I thought it might be weird to just… inform you of it out of nowhere. And then the Felipe Mendevilla thing came along…” She looked down for a second, but then her gaze returned to his, more certain, and her voice gained strength as well. “But I dealt with that, like you told me to. I talked to Luna, I organized this Open so everyone could get along, I… What else do I have to do so you give us another chance?”

Simón was left speechless. He’d noticed she hadn’t spent much time with Benicio lately, and he’d suspected, hoped, that was the reason, but he hadn’t had the courage, hadn’t thought it was his place to ask.

The scheme she’d orchestrated with her teammates to hide Felipe’s number from Luna had been a grim reminder of what Ámbar was capable of, that her first reaction to problems was pointing blame and revenge; resentment and often time misplaced fury. Simón believed she could fight against those things. He gave her the chance to, because he believed, deep down, she knew what was right, and she didn’t want to live ruled by anger forever.

He never thought she’d tell him this. That she’d stand in front of him, look at him in the eyes, and ask for a second chance, so directly. She practically admitted she talked to Luna just because he asked her to. That she did this Open Music, a whole event, just because she thought he’d like that.

“Ámbar…” Simón swallowed, tried to make his voice as gentle as possible. “I’m very happy about all the things you’ve been doing… But you can’t do them for me; it has to be because you want to do them,” he clarified. Otherwise, there was no point. He didn’t want her to change just to please him. It made him sad to think she’d force herself to do things just to win over affections that were already hers— That wasn’t the problem.   

“I do want to,” she affirmed, earnestly. “It feels… right. Like I’m putting my life in order,” she struggled to explain. “But one thing doesn’t erase the other. I can’t just…” she snapped her fingers, “flick a switch and stop thinking about what would make you happy. Because I want you to be happy. I want you to trust me again. I want…” She took two steps toward him. “You know what I want. You want the same, don’t you?”

She searched his eyes with her own. Simón could hardly breathe with the way his heart was pounding.  

Suddenly, muffled cheers and music flooded the room, making both turn. Ramiro’s solo had started. The song was extremely familiar to him, and so unbelievably too much for what was happening right now.

Simón grimaced internally.Right, Ramiro had asked him the other day if he could use ‘Tiempo de amor’ to dedicate to Yam. It seemed like a great idea at the time; of course he wanted his friends to make up, and he’d help in whatever way he could. Now he wished he hadn’t said yes because he couldn’t deal with all of this at once.

Out of all possible timings…

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this now,” he said, trying to escape the situation. “The Open’s still going, and we’re gonna miss Ramiro’s performance— We better walk out.”  

Simón went to the door. This wasn’t the best timing; they could talk about it later.

“You said you love me.”

His hand froze on the handle.

Ámbar’s voice was soft, barely more audible than the muffled singing coming from outside, but her words went through him like a shock of electricity.

“That night you came to my room after Nico left. I almost didn’t sleep all night thinking about it.”

Simón turned, eyes slightly widened, heart almost in his throat.

“I still don’t know if you meant it,” she continued. She was looking at the floor, her expression more vulnerable than he had seen on her in months. “They say drunk people always say the truth, but you were falling asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about it though. And the other day you said, ‘The Ámbar I like knows it was wrong’. And I remembered that night, and I…” Her eyes rose to his hesitantly. “I wanted, want, to be worthy of that feeling. I want you to be able to say it not only when drunk and half-asleep, without guilt or fear or anything, because I… feel the same way. About you.”

If the ground had cracked open at that right moment, if the very sky had fallen down and flattened the world as they knew it, Simón didn’t think he would have noticed.

Maybe he’d died, because he wasn’t sure of what was real or if he was breathing.  

“Unless you didn’t really mean it, in which case, it’s only me,” Ámbar said at his lack of response, with wry amusement, as growing insecurity and embarrassment leaked into her face. “You know what? You’re right, we’re missing Ramiro’s performance, I’m a bad friend, let’s get out of here.”

She went for a swift escape through the door, but Simón stood in front of her and blocked her way.

“Do you mean it?” His heart was going to burst. “Do you truly mean it?”

“I…” Ámbar looked totally nervous. Then she shut her face completely, looking away. “Alright, no— That’s it. I’ve said plenty and all you’ve done is just stand there, so I’m not speaking anymore. If you heard me, great, if not, also great. I don’t—”

Simón grabbed her face and kissed her with all his heart, which was a little difficult with how hard he was smiling, but he persevered because—

“I love you,” he said ecstatically, coming back to her lips over and over. “I love you, I love you.”

It was like he was saying it for all the times he wished to and couldn’t.

Ámbar got over her surprise and melted up against him, responding to his affection with more and more of it, tangling her hands in his hair, grabbing his shoulders.

Simón had told her, just a few days back, that what she felt wasn’t love. Real love, after all, didn’t make you want to manipulate the other person using trickery, jealousy, or empty sugared words. He’d been convinced, back then, that she only saw him as the object of a game, a challenge she wanted to win.

But this— How could he deny this? The vulnerable look in her eyes, her wanting to be better for him; not to get him but truly for him, so that the feelings he had for her were something he could be proud of. That was love. And while that didn’t change that they had their differences, and it didn’t promise things would be easy from now on, as long as what she felt for him was true, Simón was willing to face anything.  

He curled his arms around her waist to hold her close. The kiss was soft like her lips, but eager, non-stopping, betraying how much both of them had needed this for a long time. Ámbar’s hands cradled his face, followed the shape of his jaw, the curve of his neck, like she was trying to memorize them. Simón opened his mouth and swallowed her sigh as their tongues touched, slowly, only graces. Her arms wrapped around his neck and the world ceased to exist.

That, of course, until the stage door opened.

Hypnotized as they were, it took them a second too long to jump apart, and by that point, Ramiro was already looking at them with an impish grin.

“Aah, so that’s why I had to present myself for my performance,” he said beyond amused. “Should I tell Luna to do the same or are you two done sharing saliva?”  

Simón’s heart was now speeding for a completely different reason. He cleared his throat, trying to vanish the embarrassment, while Ámbar ran her fingers rapidly through her hair in an attempt to fix her appearance.    

They looked at each other. “Uh…”

“I should—” She pointed to the stage.

“Yeah, of course—”

“Because I’m the manager and all—”

“Yeah, I mean, I also have to—” He pointed to the cafeteria.

“Right.”

The nervousness was so palpable that it suffocated the room. Ramiro looked from one to the other, seeing how neither of them moved.

“Okay…” He said slowly. “Well, I’m gonna go.”

He escaped through the door to the cafeteria, luckily leaving it closed so they were alone once more.

Simón rubbed the back of his neck and turned to Ámbar. Her lips were pressed together awkwardly as she looked around the room at nothing in particular. Then her gaze met his, and he didn’t know who cracked first, but they started laughing.  

Simón went for her and kissed her again, one long touch and then a bunch of smooches down her cheek and neck.

Ámbar giggled, pushing him away. “Come on, stop it or we’ll never get out of here.”

He smirked. “Is that a threat or a promise?” 

“Behave,” she ordered him, raising her brows in warning.   

“Yes, boss.”  

His words curled her lips, breaking her act of seriousness, and he kissed that smile with his own.

“Gosh, and I thought your drunk self was bad,” Ámbar said with amusement, not making the smallest movement to get out of his arms, which, really, only rendered her complaint invalid.

“Speaking of that— You lied to me,” he called her out, but there really wasn’t any anger behind it. “You said I didn’t do anything that night.”

“Well, what did you want me to do? You looked like you were going to die of embarrassment; if I told you, you would’ve never looked me in the eye again,” she defended herself.  

He smiled playfully. “And what a shame it would’ve been to miss out on these eyes, huh?”  

She rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”   

His face softened. “No.” He caressed her face. “I’m happy.”   

Ámbar looked into his eyes, and her gaze melted into such adoration it made his heart sing.

She kissed him this time, in a way that said without saying it ‘me too.’

Cupping his face, she pulled back. “Go,” she told him quietly, with a small but beautiful smile adorning her mouth.

Simón decided to obey this time, and only stole one more peck before going to the door.

He stopped by the threshold, spinning toward her. “See you after this? Or are you gonna be too busy, miss manager?”

Ámbar smiled sweetly. “I’ll make time for you. Always.”

And, man, that phrase, that look in her eyes…

It made a thousand hangovers worth it.

…

..

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Me: It would be great if ‘Tiempo de amor’ played during this.

My brain: But isn’t that extremely too convenient?

*God’s enlightenment coming through my window*

Me: …No. It’ll be fine: I’ll call it out on the title.

(It is still* too convenient, and truth be told, now after a whole year since I came up with this, I don’t even like it that much anymore sdkjnf. But changing it would’ve taken longer so I just thought, whatever, let’s go with Past Me’s idea. I mean, I’ve always wanted that song to play by the end of something. It’s such a ‘roll the credits’ song! Disney missed an opportunity and I’ll die saying it.)

Also, only I can come up with a sequel that's three times the size of the original oneshot 😂😂 Jesus, I just can't keep it short, now can I? 😂

Hope you liked it! To be honest, I loved this a lot; I feel like it's the fluffiest thing I've ever written.

[theuniversezecho]

Tagged by @roifernandez​ & @esterexpositio & @polo-benavent (thanks for the tag!)

Top 10 ships of all time (in order of whatever ship I thought of first)

1. Cayetana Grajera Pando x Valerio Montesinos Hendrich x Leopoldo Benavent Villada – Élite

2. . Simón Álvarez x Ámbar Smith – Soy Luna

3. Rocio x Vera - Desenfrenadas

4. Nico Minoru x Karolina Dean - Runaways

5. Eva Kviig Mohn x Noora Amalie Sætre - Skam

6. Tess x Simone - Sweetbitter

7. Iago Nogueira x Roi Fernández – El desorden que dejas

8. Midge Maisel x Lenny Bruce - The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

9. Rowan Fricks x Brandon Darrow – T@gged

10. Marianne x Connell - Normal People

Tagging: @you-are-important-nina @hide-in-imagination @loquenomedices @silver-inked @remainforeverroyal

[annamiasworld]

X, J

Fandom I didn't think about untill I saw it on tumblr:

This is hard! I feel like tumblr has brought me closer to a lot of fandoms... Maybe it convinced me to watch tangled the series, even though as far as I remember I wanted to do that even before I saw it here.

My precious babies (I'll die defending them. Literally.):

Simón. Simón Álvarez. He is an ANGEL sent from HEAVEN and nobody deserves him because he is so PURE and SOFT and has a heart made of pure GOLD. I love him so much like it's not healthy anymore but he deserves it more than anyone else!!! The best friend you could imagine. Everyone need a Simón in their life.

Ámbar Smith. She's a fallen warrior who could accept the loss and leave behind the war thanks to Simón, yet she is such a strong person all on her own. She discovered her past and had to deal with all of the bullshit in her houshold and she had nobody she could talk to. Not a single soul she could open up to because she has freaking trust issues (who can blame her?). Bow to the Queen who handled this life on her own.

Draco Malfoy. I already see you all coming at me like 'oh my no pls stop we had enough of this on tiktok, that's just a trend', but NO I won't cause yeah I do also think that most people on tiktok just like Draco because they find him attractive and boi he is, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT. He is just a misunderstood child who got infiltrated by his family, so what do you expect?? The real villain is Lucius, fight me.

Thalia Grace. Is and will always be my fav Percy Jackson character. That girl was a TREE for half of her life and had to deal with an alcoholic mother and a small brother at such a young age. She did everything that was possible to bring her best friend (who betrayed her) and Annabeth, who was like a sister to her to a safe place and sacrificed herself for them.

Sally Jackson. The mother. I mean she is the one and only fictional mother. Just perfect. Protective, strong, would do anything for her child. Lived together with the biggest asshole alive just to keep her son safe. She deserves the world.

Hermione Granger. I just feel like she doesn't get enough acknowledge, or let's say not the right one. A thing that massively bothers me about Harry Potter is that the character=the actor. No. NO! Hermione is. not. Emma Watson (Even though I love her and she's a queen, but NO). Hermione deserves to stand on her own, her character is amazing anyways. The golden trio would have died in book one without her and we all know that.

Ginny Weasly. Book Ginny. We're not going to talk about the movie version, we all know why. Ginny deserves MUCH more appreciation!! She was under the influence of a horcrux in her first year, her brother was best friends with her crush and she grew up with 6 older brothers. Gurl u ok? Yes. Yes she's more than ok, she's powerful!! She has talent, she is an amazing witch, she get's what she wants and she is a fighter. Amen.

Adrien Agreste. His life is pure shit but he manages everything. An asshole father? We got that. Mother 'dead'? Yeah I miss her but life goes on, at least I have my friends. Assistent has an affair with my father? Oh, I'm happy for them. Bodyguard wont leave me alone? My dad's just protective, at least he let's me go to school. God bless us with Adriens nerves.

[dandelion-girl]

I hate you, I love you - Simbar

So here is the next part! I don’t know how many it will have but I am enjoying writing this... Anyways, I don’t know what you will think about this one.... Let’s see what you think!

Note: Now proofread!

Plus: Simón’s, Ámbar’s or both POV? Any suggestions? Feel free to comment here or send privately! Feedback is my drug! Thank you! <3

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Part 4

Simón’s POV

Ámbar still wasn’t back home when it started raining. First it was just a few drops, you could barely hear them, but it quickly escalated to heavy rain. Luna was never one to enjoy bad weather. She would get afraid and almost every time would call me to check on me. Now she was worried about her parents because they hadn’t arrived yet.

She is pacing back and forth, rambling about why they wouldn’t pick up the phone when the front door was opened. My eyes turn to the door, hope filling my heart, but only Luna’s worries were calmed.

“Mom, dad! You are back!” She exclaims running to them. They drop their bags to hug their daughter. “We were only away for a few hours… Did you miss us this much or are afraid of the rain?” Miguel asks and they all laughed.

I get up from the couch and approach them.

“Well, now that you know your parents are safe and sound, and they are here, I should probably get going as well, Luna. You know, before my own parents start freaking out…”

“Oh… Okay then… I had a great time today!” She says letting go of her parents to hug me. “Be careful driving home!” She warns me, a serious look on her face.

“Always!” I promise and she smiles. We say our goodbyes and in no time I am sitting on my car. I hope they didn’t notice I was on a rush, but if they did, they probably assumed it was because I wanted to get home faster.

I star the engine running and drive out of the mansion. I did want to get home soon; I knew my parents would get worried as well because they weren’t the biggest fans of me driving while raining. Especially when I only got my driver’s licence a month ago. However, my heart is thigh, thinking about where on Earth was the owner of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

I know it is stupid, what are the odds of coming across Ámbar on the big city of Cancún. That is assuming that Ámbar is even here in Cancún. No one really knows where she goes after leaving in the morning. But Luna says her father has seen her a couple of times on the same spot.

It doesn’t hurt trying, so I drive there and take two turns around the place and then decide to make the path back to the mansion. No sign of Ámbar and the rain is getting worse, making it harder to see anything more than two feet away.

Stopping on a red light, I sigh and decide it’s better to give up. I am being a foll even worrying about her. She is probably well, sitting somewhere with a drink she changed 4 times, making a plan on how to make someone’s life miserable. I shake my head at how stupid I am sometimes.

Just when the light turns green and I am about to take a right turn, I spot a black figure a few meters away. I continue going straight, frowning to make sense of what I am seeing. I brake the car, making someone behind me beep. But I don’t care.

Just as quickly as I stopped the car, I am out of it, running to the person I just confirmed is Ámbar.

She is soaking wet, her jacket barely covering anything. She tries to use her bag as a shield to protect her from the rain, but by the way she is looking, it is little to no help.

“Ámbar!” I exclaim when I am near her. She stops walking and turns to me. She is a total mess of wet clothes, smudged makeup and dropping hair.

“Simón… What do you want?” She askes confused looking around her.

I grab her arm and pull her slightly. “Come with me. You have to get out of the rain.”

“What?! No! I am not going anywhere with you! Let go of me!” She pulls her arm away and crosses her arms. I mimic her.

“Ámbar! In case you haven’t noticed it is raining a lot. And unless you want to get sick you should come to the car with me!” I have to shout now, the sound of the rain making it hard to talk. She is shivering, but by her body language I can sense she isn’t giving up.

“No way I am getting in that car with you. I don’t need your pity! I don’t need anything from you, Simón! Just go away!” She shouts back and resumes walking, this time on a faster pace. I roll my eyes and follow her.

In two second I am by her side, and in two seconds she is in my arms.

“What do you think you are doing? Put me down, Simón!” She debates in my arms as I run to the car. I put her down to open the door for her and pull her inside, giving her no time to complain about it.

When I am inside as well, she turns to me, anger all over her face. “Are you insaneee? Who do think you are to grab meeee off the streets and drag meee to your car? Serious..slyyy, Simón there is something wrong with yo..uuu!” She mumbles, shivering a lot, while rubbing her arms. I turn on the heat and she covers the air with her hands.

“Are you finished?” I ask, shaking my head to get rid of some of the water. ”Please, Ámbar, what were you thinking, walking on the streets with that stupid outfit in this ugly rain? You are so getting sick and you know what? You deserve it! I can’t imagine what was in your mind when you thought it was better to walk then to call a taxi or whatever to take you home. It’s not like you can’t afford it. Actually, if you were in the house with us, like normal people, you probably wouldn’t be in this situation for starters…”

“Did you just call my outfit stupid?” She asks, her voice firmer now that she isn’t so cold anymore.

I have to laugh at that. In return she raises her eyebrow. “Seriously, Ámbar, that was the only thing you caught from my whole sentence…” I roll my eyes and start the engine running.

“It was the only truth in your whole sentence…” She whispers.

“I can’t believe you just said that…”

“What, you want me to believe that you are worried about me? That you all of a sudden started caring about how Ámbar Smith is? Please, Simón, spare me…”

“Not everyone is like you, Ámbar. Some people actually care about others and are genuinely concerned about them, not doing that to gain their trusts for stupid evil plans…” I reply, my voice sounding meaner than I wanted, but nicer than she deserved.

“What? Now you have nothing to say?”

“You are right, Simón. Now I am just planning how I am going to escape this car…” She states, her face showing clear signs that she is boiling inside.

I lock the doors, getting a shocked look in return.

“Did you just lock the doors?”

“That is correct Ms. Ámbar. Now please stop complaining and let me take you home. Your clothes are soaking wet and you need a bath. You are so getting sick, but at least I saved you a few minutes on the rain.”

“Home… what home…” She mumbles under her breath and hugs her clothes, trying to get warmer. I take a look at her, her lips are a strange ton of purple.

“Ámbar, you are not looking too good…”

“Thanks for stating the obvious, Álvarez…”

I roll my eyes and chuckle, taking advantage of the stop sign to grab my other jacket from the back seat. “Put this on, please. Your lips are purple, and my heat doesn’t get any better than this. Plus, that ridiculous jacket of yours is of no help.”

“Why do keep insulting my clothes? Did watching Jazmin’s channel turn you into an expert? And I don’t want YOUR ridiculous jacket. Nor do I want you to take me anywhere!”

“I can’t believe you… I am trying to help you and the only thing that you keep doing is complaining! Seriously, Ámbar…”

“You didn’t help me when I needed, when I begged you… Now, you want to help… Thanks a lot but no!” She shoots, her arms crossed and her face turned to the window. Her words hit me for a bit, only making me get angry as well. 

“You can’t be helped Ámbar! You are mean and you like to hurt others. God knows how you hurt ME! After everything you did you seriously thought I could stay with you?” I am shouting as well now, things are escalating fast.

“You weren’t the only one who got hurt! I also thought you were something different from what you are! Which makes me want want to spend zero time with you, especially not in your car! Let me out!” She cries out, trying to force the door open.

“You want to leave? Then, leave! I don’t want you here as well!” I yell, stopping the car and unlocking the doors.

She stares at me for a second, her face a mix of shock and something close to sadness, probably surprised with my attitude, but then opens the doors and jumps outside, taking her bag with her.

When she closes the door, or better slams it, I notice just how cold it is outside and guilt consumes me. What was I thinking? She just gets on my nerves and then I make this stupid decisions… She was clearly provoking me… I could let things like this and make her taste her own venom but we are still far from the mansion and I wouldn’t sleep at night knowing what I did.

So I start following her, driving slowly. She is walking faster than she probably should, the floor is slippery, ignoring me on purpose. I open the window.

“Ámbar, get back in the car!” I shout and she pretends she didn’t listen. The has eased, so its obvious she is ignoring me.

“Ámbar, seriously stop acting like that! Get back inside!”

“No! I already told you I am fine! Go back to your happy life!”

“Ámbar, please… I am sorry for throwing you out it was stupid! Come on…”

She finally looks at me, her face softer, like she is about to give up.

“Don’t make me pick you up again!”

Seems like this threat is enough to convince her because in seconds she is back inside, resting against the seat.

I continue driving, and we are both quiet. My thoughts are just as messy as she looks. Only her heavy breathing and her teeth shaking are heard.

“Can you please turn on the heat, please?”

“I am sorry I forgot!”

“Thank you…” She whispers and slides in her seat, probably trying to find a more comfortable position.

It looks like she is calmer now, so I decide to try something again.

“Please, Ámbar. I do think that jacket is ridiculous. There is no way it provides any heat… No one should go outside with something like that on… So, please. Can you put on my jacket?”

“Firstly, this is a leather jacket, I don’t know why you find it ridiculous… I like it, I think it suits me… And secondly, why?”

I am not sure what she meant exactly with her “why”, it could be so much, it could be something so simple, I go with what my intuition says.

“I never said it didn’t look good on you, it does, but its not proper clothes for this kind of weather… On the other side, my very cosy coat is. It might not be expensive, nor from a famous brand or whatever, but I am giving it to you, so you can have a little more comfort until we arrive. Okay?”

She looks down for a bit and then nods, taking of her jacket and replacing it with mine. It looks so big on her petite figure, but on the good side it covers and warms her more. She cuddles to it and leans her head to the window.

I take a look at her. And she looks at me as well. Just a second, but our eyes meet and it makes my heart skip a beat for the love I feel for this girl and another beat for the hate.