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Paris & a Promise | Simbar Oneshot
The studio was pristine and cozy, with bright colors on the walls, white leather chairs, one in front of the other, and a big screen between them on the far wall so that the people in the audience, and of course, the host and guest occupying the two chairs, could see pictures and videos of the topic that was being discussed.
Behind the three cameras pointing at the studio (one on the guest, one on the host, and one holding a general view of everything), the floor manager, a woman in her thirties with a headset to hear and communicate the directorâs orders, made a signal to the host, a charismatic man on his forties with black hair, wearing a suit and tie. In the guest chair in front of him, the blonde young woman, wearing a tasteful long-sleeve blouse and a mini skirt, listened to the countdown overhead until the âOn Airâ sign lighted up anew, followed by a short rendition of the showâs theme song, and applause from the audience on their seats.
âWelcome back, ladies and gentlemen! We are here live with Ămbar Smith,â the host resumed the show with a big smile, facing the camera and then focusing on his guest. âĂmbar, once again, thank you so much for coming to our show. I hope youâre having as good a time as we are, but if not, do not worry, your torment is almost over now.â
Ămbar laughed along with the audience.
âNoo, donât say that, of course Iâm having a good time, Iâm always happy to be here.â
âIâm so glad to hear that. Now,â the host leaned forward, âIâm sorry for deviating from your achievements but, we simply can not let you leave without talking aboutââ he pointed at her with his hand, âthat huge rock weighing on your finger right now.â The audience started screaming. âPoor thing, she canât even move her handâ Look how she keeps it on the armrest! Unbelievable!â
The audience whooped and laughed while Ămbar giggled, her right hand coming up to try and hide her grin and blushing cheeks.
âĂmbar, my sincerest congratulations on your engagement,â the host said now in earnest as the audience quieted down.
âThank you so much.â The audience cheered again, stealing another giddy smile from her.
âNow, I know everyone already knows this, but in case anyoneâs been living under a rock these last few years, youâve been dating the Roller Bandâs guitarist and vocalist SimĂłn Ălvarez for quite a few years now.â A picture of the couple posing together at a red carpet appeared on the big screen of the studio.
âSix years, yeah,â Ămbar said with a smile. Â
âSix whole years, and he finally proposed two weeks ago, as we can see in this picture you two posted on Instagram, showing off the ring.â
A screenshot of their Instagram post showed on the screen. The photo depicted their hands together, Ămbarâs hand over SimĂłnâs turned-up palm, the thick diamond ring front and center, shining on her finger, while the background showed an orange and red sky, with the Eiffel Tower blurry but visible in the distance.Â
The audience cheered and a warm smile curled Ămbarâs lips at the photo.
The host looked at her again. âTell me, Ămbar, did you see it coming? Did you know he was going to do it or did it take you by surprise?â
Ămbar made a complicated face. âUm, I kind of saw it coming, but no, not really,â she broke off with a laugh.
The host looked at her with intrigue. âWhat do you mean? Like, you did and then you didnât? Whatâs the story?â
âWell. We were in Europe because the Roller Band was touring there, and they had stops in different cities, and SimĂłn was like âYou should come with me, you could visit Parisâ blah blah blah, so I joined them. He knows that Paris is my favorite city in the world, Iâve always loved itâ In fact, I spent some months there when I was in university, as part of an exchange program for six months, and I just have very good memories of the city in general. So anyway, that got me thinking, you know⊠Weâre going to be in ParisâŠâ She started hinting. âHe invited me to join⊠Weâve been dating for 6 years⊠So, on that front, I did have my suspicions, but I justâ The timing didnât make sense to me,â she said. âThat was the problem, thatâs what threw me off.âÂ
âHow so?â
âBecause we were only staying in Paris for one day,â she emphasized. âThe guys were scheduled to arrive in the morning at the hotel, then they had their soundcheck in the afternoon, and then their concert, and that same night we had to go to Italy because they had their concert there the next day. So I was like⊠Yeah, no. No way.â She laughed. âLike, it was a lot in less than 24 hours. How could he even find the time for it? Itâs insane.â
âHe totally got you then.â
âHe did. It took me completely by surprise, it was so sweet.â Â
âIt was like in some sort of balcony, right?â The host checked. âI mean, I remember from the photos you two postedâ Those ones.â
New photos appeared on the screen. It was two selfies of the two of them standing close together on a black iron balcony with a view of the sunset, the city of Paris, and the Eiffel Tower. They were taken by SimĂłn, one of his arms around Ămbar while the other extended beyond the frame, holding the phone. In one of them, they were both grinning brightly at the camera, Ămbar showing off the ring, her eyes glistening with emotion. The second was very similar to the first, probably taken seconds apart from each other, except in that one SimĂłn wasnât looking at the camera but kissing Ămbarâs cheek with his eyes closed. Ămbar was still grinning and showing off the ring like in the first picture, but she had her eyes closed in that one too, basking in the love.Â
âYeah, thatâs the balcony of the hotel room we were staying at,â Ămbar answered, pointing at the screen. âSimĂłn specifically looked for one that had a view of the Eiffel Tower for us.â
âHe had it all planned out,â the host said, impressed.
âEverything,â Ămbar confirmed. âFrom the very first second. Causeâ Look. This is how it all went down.â She leaned forward in her seat, entering story-telling mode, and the host leaned forward as well, giving her all of his attention. âWe arrived at around 11 am in Spain. The first thing we did was sleep because we were all dead on our feet, and then around two, SimĂłn asked me if I wanted to go out to eat, and I was like âYeah, sureâ, so we went to this restaurant I recommended to him, I knew it from my many trips to Paris, and we just, you know, had our meal, talked, walked around the city for a little bit afterâ Very normal stuff. Then, SimĂłn had to go to his soundcheck, so he left, and I just kept walking around âcause, you know, I was like âI donât know when Iâll be able to come back, better make the best of it now.ââ
âOf course.â
âAnd that was all I was planning to do for the rest of the day really, but then, like an hour or so later, I get a call from SimĂłn like âHey, Iâm done with the soundcheck, Iâm going back to the hotel now, letâs meet up thereâ, and I was like⊠Why didnât he just stay in the arena?â She said, bemused. âHis concert was like in two hours, it wouldâve made more sense. But anyway. I got back to the hotel, and I asked him how the soundcheck went, and he was like âWell, very well, everything goodââ Which was a complete and total lie, by the way,â she pointed out, looking at the audience.
âWhat do you mean âlieâ?â The host asked with surprise.
âHe never went to the soundcheck,â Ămbar said. âI only found out about it later. The guys went to the soundcheck by themselves, SimĂłn never joined them.â
âThen what was he doing?â
âIâm getting there,â she said. âSo, we met at the hotel, and SimĂłn was like âHey, so, I only have like an hour and a half before I need to leave but, what do say if we order room service and eat a little something before I leave?â and I was like, âYeah, that sounds nice.â So we sat at a little table there on the balcony, and we were just, you know, having like a regular dinner, when suddenly he says: âMy love. I didnât want to tell you before, but I have a surprise for you.â And I was like.â Ămbar made a face of curiosity. ââWhat?â And the very instantâ I have this so ingrained in my mindâ the very instant the sun started setting, he got down on one knee.â
âOh my god.â The audience cheered and clapped, joining the hostâs excitement. âThatâs crazy! So, he had it all timed down to the second.â
âHe did! He totally did. I couldnât believe it. And then he, you know, started saying all these beautifulthings, and once the shock wore off, I just started crying,â she laughed a little bit. âAnd just, you know, I said yes, obviously.â
The audience screamed. Ămbar laughed, radiantly happy, the camera capturing the emotion in her eyes. âThen we hugged and it was very sweet. I really couldnât have imagined it a better way; it was perfect.â
âAnd then you two went to celebrate, right? Weâve got some pictures of you on a rooftop.â
âYeah! That was the craziest part! We had just gotten engaged and SimĂłn was like âIâve got another surprise for youâ and he led me to the hotelâs rooftop, and the whole time Iâm thinking, âWhat now?!â Like, what else had this guy planned? Fireworks? I genuinely couldnât put it past him by this point. And then we got to the rooftop, and my whole family was there.â The audience went aww. âWith our closest friends too; it was like fifteen people up there. And I was likeâ âWhat are you all doing here?!ââ The audience laughed. ââWhen did you get here?!â It was insane!â
âSimĂłn got them all there without you knowing?â The host expressed with awe. Â
âNo one told me anything! I genuinely donât know how they managed to keep it from me,â Ămbar said with disbelief. âAnd the rooftop was decorated with balloons, flowers, there was foodâ Well, youâve got the photos there.â She pointed to the screen where the pictures from her Instagram were displaying. âSo, like, it was amazing. It was truly amazing, and so beautiful. And our friends started hugging us and giving us their congratulations, and⊠What got to me the most was that, well, my mom couldnât go,â she started explaining. âI donât speak about her a lot publicly but, basically, sheâs got a certain degree of blindness, so itâs complicated for her to move around on her own, she has to be accompaniedâ And honestly, good for her that she didnât go, I wouldâve felt terrible if she had made that huge trip just for me. But she did send me a video congratulating me. I watched it on a tablet. And I just⊠Well, if I had already cried, that was the moment I finished ruining my makeup.â The audience laughed with her. âBut it was sweet. It was all very sweet and moving and just amazing. I had a very good time there with my friends and family until we had to leave.âÂ
âSounds wonderful.â The host had a sweet smile on his face. âI bet it was a very treasured moment for you two, for your family, your friendsâI have a question though,â he said, more serious now, âthat I imagine all of us are wondering as wellâ What about the concert?â
Ămbar nodded like she knew exactly what he meant. âYeah, you see, thatâs the funniest part! Cause likeâ Just imagine: SimĂłn organized this whole thingâ When he was supposed to be at the soundcheck, by the way; he never did that, he was on the rooftop with everyone else getting everything readyâ and in the end, he just like, stayed for half an hour and then he left.â The audience laughed. âBecause he had his concert! You know?â She said over the noise. âSo like. It was crazy. It was really crazy, he totally rushed to the arena. He mustâve put on his outfit and the microphone in record time, the poor thing. But he always tells me that it was worth it. So.â Ămbar shrugged with a little smile.
The audience went aww again.
A mischievous glint appeared in the hostâs eyes. âYeah, he looked very excited the night of the concert. There was even this video that went viralâ You saw it, right?â
âIâve seen many,â she deadpanned, nodding her head.
âWell, here weâve got the one that made the most headlines on the internet; a little video posted by a fan.â A video of SimĂłn taking the stage started playing on the studioâs big screen on mute. It was a vertical video, filmed from up close, maybe from the fifth row, or maybe using a lot of zoom. âThis is the same night you were telling us about, when the Roller Band was playing at the arena.â
The volume went up and the screams of the crowd could be heard as SimĂłn walked up to the front of the stage where a microphone stand was waiting. He had his guitar hanging from his shoulder, ready to play. For everyone watching at home, the video took the whole screen of the TV, replacing the image of the studio.Â
âParis, how are you doing tonight?!â
The crowd went wild in response to SimĂłn.
SimĂłn laughed a little and started talking again, so the crowd went quiet to be able to hear him. âYou know, Iâm the exact same way as you, guys, like, exactly. Because this next song,â he started leisurely playing the guitar as he talked, not a melody but just a simple, soft up and down of his hand on the strings, âis one I wrote about a very special someone to me, many years ago now. And since then, Iâve had the fortune, the pleasure, the utter privilege of having this gorgeous, amazing woman by my side. And this night is very special, Paris, because⊠This very, very nightâŠâ He started laughing and had to take a step back, unable to contain his joy. The crowd was screaming. SimĂłn walked up to the microphone again and yelled out ecstatically.
âSHE SAID âYESâ!!!!â
SimĂłn began strumming the guitar as the rest of the band joined in, playing together the intro of âTiempo de Amor.â
The studio came back on screen and the video continued rolling in a lower volume as SimĂłn started singing the song, eventually going mute, and then pausing altogether. The audience in the studio was screaming excitedly.
âYou do realize that because of this 15 thousand people knew about it before many of our relatives and acquaintances, right?â Ămbar told the host, making everyone laugh again.
âI can just picture them seeing this on Twitter or Tiktok and calling you up like âWHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUâRE GETTING MARRIED?ââ The host acted out.
âIt happened with more than one person,â Ămbar declared. The audience laughed.
âAlright but, putting all of that aside, the important thing is that you two had this magical moment and now youâre going to take this next step together,â the host moved the narrative along. âTell me, have you set a date yet for the ceremony?â
âWe donât have an exact date yet, but the idea is to have a Spring wedding next year.â Â
âLove that. So, that means youâve got plenty of time to plan for the event then. I imagine youâll need it. Are you planning for a big party?â Â
âWeâll see,â Ămbar replied. âWeâre still deciding whether we wanna do this biiig, over the top wedding or just a small ceremony with our closest friends and family. But, whatever we end up choosing, I think the most important thing is just, our promise to always be together. So,â a serene smile graced her lips, âthe rest is just a complement to that and weâll figure it out as we go.â
âThatâs beautiful,â the host said. âSeriously, Iâm so happy for you two, congratulationsâ Give it up for Ămbar Smith, ladies and gentlemen!â
The audience went wild.
âThank you so much for being here with us today, Ămbar,â the host told her, starting to wrap up.
âThank you for having me, it was lovely,â she replied with a smile.
The host turned to face the camera and the shot focused on him. âAnd to everyone watching us at home, youâll want to stick around because our next guest is an artist whoâs been trending all over social media, not only in Spain but in all parts of the world. Weâll be right back!â
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Okay so, originally, I had this idea in the context of my Actress!Ămbar x Musician!SimĂłn AU. It was going to be, like, a second chapter where I mixed different interviews, some of SimĂłn, some of Ămbar, as a way to tell how their relationship developed after the ending of chapter one. But then I thoughtâWhy limit it to just that one context? I really loved the idea I came up with for this proposal, so I wanted it to fit as many different worlds as possible, especially canon for those who arenât such big fans of AUs, soâ Here it is! I really hope you liked it. Itâs very different from everything Iâve written before in terms of format, but thatâs precisely why it was so much fun to write. What would you even call this type of POV? Second Person or something? Sdfkjn. I donât know, I donât remember much of my high school lessons; itâs been too many years.
And speaking of years. It's been 6 years now since the show ended and this proposal took place 6 years into their relationship, so I think it would be sweet to imagine that SimĂłn and Ămbar are engaged right now as we speak and that theyâll be getting married next year in 2025 <3
Our babies have grown up, and so have we.
See you all next time. â C
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Oye, es Navidad, y es Navidad, y es Navidad otra vez
[đ«đź] Kaikki vaan joukkohon leikkiĂ€ lyömÀÀn ja puuroa syömÀÀn kun joulu on! Kas, nythĂ€n on joulu, ja nythĂ€n on joulu, ja nythĂ€n on joulu taas - Nisse Polkka; Henning Koie & Jorma IkĂ€valko
[đŹđ§] Let's all get together to play, hit and eat porridge when it's Christmas Hey, it's Christmas, and it's Christmas, and it's Christmas again
Listen the song here... (You should, it is very good)
âAnd now, before we release you all, we invite the 8th graders to receive their leaving certificates.âÂ
Nina squeezed GastĂłnâs hand as they sat in the audience at the La Hoja de Roble comprehensive education institution.Â
âOlinda Bezenty, Aurelius Flavius, Cassius Longinus, Gaius Octavius,â Headmaster started reading off the list. âLaura Perida, Quintus Pictor, Lucius Seneca, Publius Severus, Marcus Tullius, Sarita UreaâŠâ
The eight graders lined up on the stage. Laura was easy to spot, in her glittering red dress. Hoja had actually quite a strict dress code, and the only time the students were allowed to be out of their uniforms was on their last day.Â
Laura flashed a very charming smile as she accepted her certificate.Â
âAnd after all that, we wish our students a very happy summer and Christmas and wish farewell to the eighth graders. We will miss you and good luck as you start your journey into upper secondary!âÂ
âWell, the ceremony hasnât changed one bit from last year.â GastĂłn remarked as they were waiting in the lobby, since Laura still had to pick up her things from her homeroom andâeven if she wouldnât admit itâshe wanted to say bye to her teacher.Â
âOr from when Oscar finished here.â Nina noted, as she wrapped her arm around his, âWell, this was the last timeâŠâ
âKind of makes you sad, if you think about it.â He nodded, pulling her closer, âLauraâs starting highschool, thatâs scary.â
âTell me about it.â Nina shook her head, âWhere did the time go?â
âI guess we are getting old.â GastĂłn laughed, his voice getting sultrier, moving his hand to his wifeâs waist, pulling her closer. âJust canât let it stop us. I wouldnât have it any other way.â
âYouâre daring.â She laughed leaning closerâŠ
âUhm, can you not likeâŠdo this here?â They turned around and saw Laura standing next to them, arms crossed.Â
âYou being the one complaining is new.â GastĂłn responded.Â
âI donât care what you do, Iâm not Aurora.â Laura shook her head, âI just wanna get out of here.â
âWhatâs the rush?â Nina asked.Â
âYou think I want to stay here any longer than necessary?â Laura continued.Â
âFair enough.â GastĂłn laughed, âCome on, show us the degree at least first.â
âItâs not a degree.â Laura shook her headâobviously at this point in time no school used paper report cards, everything was digital, but La Hoja de Roble carried a tradition of handing out out acrylic boards, that read the studentâs names, grade point average, and the date when they had completed their comprehensive educationâbefore handing her school-leaving certificate to her parents. âThe GPA is 9,6; by the way, on the dot.â
âThatâs amazing.â Nina hugged her. âCongratulations sweetie.â
âYou are amazing.â GastĂłn hugged her as well.Â
âAre you gonna put that thing on the shelf too?â Laura gestured to the board GastĂłn was holding now.Â
âWhy wouldnât we? Itâs gonna fit right in with Oscarâs and Auroraâs.â
âOkay, but can we go now?â Laura rolled her eyes, âI need to see if Ivory got out already.âÂ
âAmbar texted us, saying that the ceremony at RusteÂŽks is taking a little longer. There are more students there.â
âSimon and Ambar should have let Ivory go here.â Laura grumbled, âI canât believe that we have not been allowed to be in the same school.â
âSweetie, you know that they wanted her to go to the school closest to their house.â GastĂłn explained as they got into the car. âYouâll get to go to the school together now, as you go to Blake⊠Which reminds me that we need to book the fitting for your uniform.â
âI donât wanna wear plaid.â Laura grumbled.Â
âNecessary evil,â Nina shook her head, âItâs kind of required. We survived, so can you.â
âCan we not talk about school any longer?â Laura whined, âIâm done now⊠I still need to do all my Christmas shopping. I havenât even started yet andâŠâ
âYou have time. Donât worry.â GastĂłn laughed, âLet's talk about that during dinner when Oscar and Aurora are back home as well. You all need to do those angel tree donations as well.â
The Angel Tree Donations was something GastĂłn had been doing with his parents since forever, buying gifts for families that couldnât afford them themselves. It was something that had always been really important to Isla and Marco and GastĂłn had wanted to instill the same mindset to his own children.
***
âNow, take your tablets out.â Marvin EngelsĂł, the literature teacher and the teacher in charge of the freshman class at Blake said while writing on the digital board at the front of the classroom. âWe are gonna do a fun Christmas activity, just something special for the last day.â
âSeriously?â Aurora rolled her eyes at Stella who was sitting beside her, âSo we are allowed to acknowledge the holidays now?â
âI guess Mr. EngelsĂł woke up and wanted to be the fun teacher today.â Stella laughed. âLetâs see what he thinks is fun?â
âI want you to write a list of what you wish for ChristmasâŠâ
âOr this is actually going to be funââ Stellaâs eyes widened.Â
ââŠand then detail under it why and how that wish would make your life better. What will bring into theâŠâ
âAre we in philosophy class?â Aurora sighed, âOf course there is a catch. Who thinks about their Christmas gifts deeply.â
âGet to work.â Mr. EngelsĂł piped up. âYou arenât free yet, so this is still time for education.â
âOf course.â Aurora chuckled as she opened her tablet and picked up her pen. She sighedâŠas she was so notoriously bad at asking anything. Mom and Dad were somehow super good at reading her mind on that font, and so were grandma and grandpa too, and her godparentsâŠ
She always got what she wanted. Books, notebooksâyes, because she still wrote in those, hair care, cosmetics, golden jewelry, puzzles⊠Everything she liked.Â
Mom and Dad were also pretty into giving experiences as giftsâŠ
Aurora glanced at Stella, who was already totally engulfed in her own work, writing things down in a hurry. Obviously, Stella had a thousand ideas, as always.
Aurora carefully inched closer to what Stella was writing.
New roller skates⊠Of course, Stella was like her mother. Romance books, again, not surprisingâ
At the bottomâŠthe last line caught Auroraâs attention. It wasnât just a simple bullet point, but⊠Embellished with hearts? Stella didnât do hearts. Stars were her go to motif.Â
Aurora leaned closer to read what was written next to the heartsâ
đđ I wish that the one who holds my heart would notice me đđ
âWhat?â Aurora stared at Stella.
âWhat are you snooping?â Stella whipped her head around with an alarming speed and hurried to cover the tablet.Â
âSomething you clearly havenât told me,â Aurora stared at her best friend. âSince when have you had a crush on someone?â
âSinceâŠâ Stellaâs eyes started growing desperate. âI donât know whenâŠyou canât determine timing for these things.â
âWhy havenât you told me?â
âBecauseâŠâ Stella shook her head again. âI donât know. Give me some grace here, please⊠And please donât tell anyoneâespecially Mom and Dad.â
âUhâŠâ Aurora couldn't get a word out of her mouth.Â
âDad would start fuming and Mom would jump onto the walls and start planning the wedding.â Stella continued.Â
âBut who is it?â Aurora insisted, while looking around at class. âDonât tell me it is anyone here.â
âNo, no, not in our class,â Stella looked Aurora into the eyes. ââŠI canât tell you.âÂ
***
âHey. Did you see that the last grades have finally been uploaded to the portal?â Oscar glanced at his best friend Ethan as they were walking toward their lockers.Â
âNo. They usually take forever with them.â He took his phone out and opened the school portal that all of their course evaluations were always updated.Â
âItâs not like you will have something surprising there.â Ethan snorted. âMr. Straight acer.â
âI got few B:s this semester.â Oscar shrugged.Â
âLet me guess, philosophy and social studies.â Ethan laughed again. âWell, I donât think those will hinder your medical school applications. I got a B in chemistry, and C in philosophy.â
âYou just need to really understand that substitution and addition are not the same thing.âÂ
âWell, I passed. Thatâs the victory here.â Etha shrugged. âB is not bad.âÂ
âIt is not.â Oscar nodded as he pressed the touchscreen on the locker, and it popped open. âI donât really get why we need to have actual classes on the last day. There is no use for this info.â
âWe all know Blake would rather crumble down in ruins than let a good moment for education go to waste and let us have fun. We just need to hang in here for another two hours.âÂ
âYep, then we can forget this whole thing until March.â Oscar noddedâ
âIâve been here for one and half monthsâŠâ Suddenly the sound of lively Andino Spanish came from behind Oscar. The voice moved until it stopped next to him. ââŠthey finally got me a locker.âÂ
Oscar turned around to look as Eliza had stopped next to the locker next to himâno one had been using that one since he had started at Blake three years agoâand was tapping the control screen.Â
âOh, hey boys.â She flashed a bright smile toward Oscar and EthanâLet's be real, it was mostly toward Oscarâas she opened the door. âHelps me a lot to get this on the last day, but I guess I can leave some stuff here for over the summer.â
âYeah, itâs really great to have a locker.â Ethan leaned over his locker on the opposite wall, âAin't it great that sheâs right next to you, right Oscar?â
Oscar shot a murderous look toward Ethan.Â
âIt is great. Iâm so happy it did work out this way.â Eliza smiled at Oscar again. âI mean, it makes everything easier too, for next year.â
âOh yeah⊠Next yearâŠâ Oscar tried to snap back into the moment, from the thoughts of the fact that he would needâor getâbrush shoulders with Eliza every single time they went to the lockers. The hallway always got so crammed too, so there usually wasnât much room for personal spaceâÂ
âOr are you planning on jilting me for a lab partner?â Elizaâs laugh snapped him back again. Get a grip Perida, please. âBecause⊠Donât you dare!â
âNo no, of course not.â He shook his head. âWhy would I? Youâre the best partner Iâve had.â
âGood.â Eliza glanced at him again, before starting to go through her bag. How did she manage to make it look so radiant? âI actually have some books here that I could leaveâUgh.â She made an attempt to reach up for the upper shelf in the locker but was failing miserably. âWhy am I so short?â
âIf only we knew somebody whoâs really tall.â Ethan remarked again. âRight Oscar?â
âHere let me help you.â Oscar grabbed the book and put it on the shelf. âYou canât get those down either now, though.â
âItâs fine.â Eliza shook his head, âIâm just leaving them here for the summer. You can help me again, in the fall.â
âYeah, I can do that.â Oscar nodded and pushed his own locker shut, slamming the door maybe a little too hard.Â
âWe should probably head toward Mrs. Poncaerâs class.â Eliza also shut hers.
âShe always comes up with the most useless things to do on the last day.â Ethan remarked. âOral exercises or something.â
âI actually need those.â Eliza shook her head as they walked down the hallways. âMrs. Poncaer doesnât like me due to the accent.â
âTry having a Cordoban accent.â Oscar laughed, âDad told me horror stories about how he was treated in English classes. Now he has a flawless British accent and a degree in that language. It's doable.â
âGood to know.â Eliza laughed back, âI guess I have hope then. And since you are good, you can help meâŠright?â
âYeah, of course.â Oscar nodded while he swallowed involuntarily. He quickly turned toward Ethan. âWhen are you leaving, by the way.â
âDay after tomorrow.â Ethan answered.
âYouâre leaving?â Eliza asked.Â
âOh yeah,â Ethan nodded, âWe always spent most of the Holiday season there at home, in Virginia. To see family and such⊠Itâs not summer, it's really cold, but itâs nice to experience the proper weatherâŠâ His face curled into a small smile, âBut since Iâm leaving Oscar alone for most of the summer, I can trust on you right to make sure he wonât get too bored.â He patted Oscar on the shoulder, while glancing between him and Eliza
They reached a small hall area with a couch and an armchair, which Ethan quickly claimed.Â
âWhat do you usually do for Christmas?â Eliza sat next to Oscar on the couch.
âWe?â He asked, âWell, the usual. We always get a proper real tree, from this farm just outside of Buenos Aires, and decorate it together.â
âDo not ask about those ornaments.â Ethan noted, âIn that house, everything has a story, even Christmas decorations.â
âSuper funny.â Oscar rolled his eyes. âBut yeah, I mean, Mom is an author. Mom and Dad have gotten ornaments made out of photos they have taken and stuff. They also get a lot from charity foundations too. Like we have a lot of ornaments from the Rosa Ribbon foundation, because my great-grandparents died of cancer when my grandpa was in his early 20s. Then we always make those angel tree donations. Dad insists that we all do at least three every year.â
âThatâs super amazing, that you do that.â Eliza tilted her head, âHelping others.â
âYeah,â Oscar nodded, âIt was something my grandparents started, as soon as they could, because they believe that if you can help, you should, to the people who cannot help themselves. They once were in that position themselves, so itâs kind of integrated into them on a really deep level.â
âYour grandparents were poor?â
âYeah, they were.â Oscar nodded, âWhen they were kids, at Cordoba. They got scholarships to attend uni, where they met. They moved here when Dad was four and with a lot of work, they became who they are today. I guess theyâve never wanted to forget where they come from, I mean. Where we come from. Dad wants to continue the same thing I guess.â
âThat is a really beautiful sentiment.â Eliza nodded. âGives hope to the rest of us.â
âWhat do you do?â
âI guess I'm still figuring it out,â She lowered her head, âNow that we are hereâand Mom and Dad are goneâŠâ
Eliza Topacio had lived at Salta, her parents had owned a sugarcane plantation thereâŠwell until they had died, nine months ago. The 17-year-old girl had come to live with her aunt and uncle in Buenos Aires after they had sold the plantation, thatâs why she had transferred into Blake one and a half months ago.Â
âSorry, I wasnât thinkingâŠâ Oscar started.Â
âItâs okay.â Eliza placed her hand on his arm, which made him stiffen slightly. âI'd like to remember them somehow⊠We always used to go to church, but Auntie Ida and Uncle Rico arenât really church goersâŠâ
âWe always attend the Basilica of Our Lady of the Pillar.â Oscar mentions, trying to sound casual.Â
âYou go to church?â
âYeah, itâs kind of a tradition.â Oscar ran his hand through his hair. He truly wished Ethan would wipe that smirk off his face, while looking at him and Eliza. âWe do like mornings with my godparentsâ family, theyâre like Mom and Dadâs best friends since high school, and then we go to my grandparents for the eveningââ
His phone rang suddenly with an incoming message. âSorry about that. It was just my parents, from our family group chat. Sent a picture of my sister at her leaving ceremony. Sheâs gonna come here next year, so I canât ever get rid of them.â
âI thought your younger sister was already here.â Eliza asked.Â
âAurora is, but Laura is my younger younger sister.â Oscar turned his phone around to show her the picture.Â
âOh, right, you had two.â
âYep.â Oscar nodded, âLaura has been the one flooding my phone with pictures of accessories she wants to get for Kelvin. Sheâs a dog, not a doll you can dress up.â
âYou donât like that?â Eliza grinned.Â
âCollar is enough âclothesâ dog will ever need.â Oscar shook his head. âBut in Lauraâs opinion, she needs to look fancy for the party. She doesnât need some glitter and sequin cardigan, sheâs gonna overheat, and sheâs already cute enough. We donât need glitter. Donât even get me started on the time when she wanted to dress Kelvin as all Taylor Swift Eras.â
âShe is cute.â Eliza looked at a picture of Kelvin Oscar was showing her on his phone. âI love dogs⊠I always wanted them on the farm, but Mom and Dad said it would be too much. Can I meet her someday?â
âYeah, sure.â Oscar nodded.
***
âOkay, go ahead,â GastĂłn said as the family walked into the Galerias Pacifico. âHave fun. Get all the presents you need. And remember, that I can see everything you buy on those credit cards, so donât think you can slip something in there that you shouldn't. Meet us for dinner at six.â
âBye!âÂ
âYou say that to them every year, and they have never once misused those credit cards.â Nina laughed after the kids had departed, while wrapping her arm around GastĂłnâs.Â
âIt means it is working.â He shrugged, âI never misused that credit card Mom and Dad insisted I have for emergencies.â
âThe one you tried to return about a hundred times before they actually accepted it?â Nina laughed.Â
âI couldnât really be over 35 and still have a credit card from my parents," he laughed back.Â
âOkay, so which ones are we choosing here?â Nina said while looking up the tree. The Angel Trees still worked the same way as forever ago. Wishes of children were hung on the tree.Â
âThe oldest ones,â GastĂłn said. âThey always get overlooked.â
âSo 14 and up?â Nina nodded, âDo we start with five?â
âThat sounds good.â He nodded back.Â
âYou know, I will never stop admiring you for this.â Nina ran her hand on his arm after they had picked out the first round of tags.Â
âWeâve been doing this for years.â
âYes, that doesnât make it any less remarkable.â Nina shook her head.Â
âI could have been them.â GastĂłn noted while looking at the tags, âIf life had gone differently. Mom and Dad were them, my cousins would have been if they didnât send a check back to Cordoba every December. Iâm the one privileged enough not to know how it is like to struggle. Mom and Dad are right, I canât forget that.âÂ
âAnd you havenât.â Nina nodded. âI grew up pretty comfortable, but my main worries during Christmas was what Mom and Dad were going to fight over this time. I never gave any thought to anyone else, who have it worse.â
***
âWhat is going on here?â Simon was bombarded with a cloud of glitter as he came out of his music room. He had to blink at least two times before his field of vision cleared up.Â
âWell, welcome back to the land of the living.â Ambar smiled at him as she crouched down to pull a tray of cookies out of the oven. âHowâs the song?â
âAlmost finished.â Simon nodded, while still wiping part of glitter out of his face, âWho brought a party cannon in here?â
âOh, girls are just wrapping presents.â Ambar pointed toward the dining table. Simon looked over and saw it brawling all over with pink wrapping paper, silver ribbons, golden stars and other gemstones, and everything covered in glitter.Â
âHold this please.â He saw his older daughter Ivory cut a ribbon, and then hand it to her best friendâŠÂ
Was Laura here? Well, that explained the amount of glitter, because only those two together could create a pink glittering hurricane that Barbie herself would be jealous of.Â
âOkay, now, after we tape it down, we fold it over, so it looks like a star.â Laura read something from her tablet, before they tied the ribbon in a way that looked like they were tackling a monster.Â
âThey said they wanted to try some new wrapping methods.â Ambar mentioned, before handing Simon a bowl, âHelp me with this?â
âYeah, sure.â Simon nodded and took the bowl his wife was offering him, âWhat is this?âÂ
âJust some Yule pudding. I found the recipe online.â Ambar explained while piling the cookies on the straight pile. âCome on Darling, where is your holiday spirit?â
âI have plenty of cheerfulness.â Simon chuckled. âJust I donât need it in my face in the form of rough glitter.âÂ
âNecessary evil,â Ambar grinned, âYou know how the girls are. Laura has gotten Ivory to try all sorts of artistic pursuits. She wouldnât even be singing in the choir without her.âÂ
âOky, now we just need to add the rhinestones.â Ivory said while holding a glue gun. She started tapping small drops on the wrapped present, while Laura pressed small diamonds on the row following the glue gun.Â
âHey Dad!â Ivory looked up after they had finished their rhinestoning pursuits. âDid you finish that Christmas song yet?â
âI did.â Simon grabbed a glass of orange juice and went to sit at the table, opposite of the girlâs mess. âWasnât that hard after Nina sent the lyrics. I sent the demo to Pedro. Weâre gonna record on Friday and release it on the Eve.â
âHuh, fast process.â Laura remarked, while she focused on painting a twirl on silver on the side of the white package.Â
âSometimes it is.â Simon nodded as he put his glass down.Â
âWow, DAD! What are you doing?!!â Ivory shrieked.Â
âWhat?â Simon stared at her.Â
âNo liquids at the table.â Ivory shook her head, so her blond curls swayed from left to right. âYouâre way too close to the danger zone. Come on now. Back it up.âÂ
âOkay, okay,â Simon made a gesture of surrender and moved to the end of the table. âSorry, I didnât mean to disrupt your art project.âÂ
âUuf, I forgot a few things in my room.â Ivory rolled her eyes, before getting up from the table. âIâll be right back.âÂ
Laura nodded as Ivory left. She then flipped a tab open on the tablet on a page she had doodled something on there
âWhat is that?â Simon leaned closer, because it somewhat looked like guitars.Â
âOh, just something Iâve designed.â Laura turned the tablet toward him. âI mean Iâve bejeweled the guitar I have, and have gotten so many other ideas, but Mom and Dad say that they wonât buy me any more guitars, which is a bummerââ Her phone dinged. ââand now they are telling me to be at home by six.â
âThat's in like forever,â Ivory came back behind them. âTell them we still need to wrap these and that you need to help me pick the jewelry for my choir recital tomorrow.â
âI can drive you back if thatâs the issue.â Simon explained. âThose guitars look really cool, by the way. I wish mine looked like that.âÂ
***
âThanks for carrying the bags to the door,â Laura said to Simon as they walked to her houseâs door, Simon trying to keep his balance under the bags of elaborately wrapped presents.
âOh, no.â Laura suddenly stopped in her tracks. âI forgot my keys.â
âWell, is someone home?â Simon asked.Â
âThey should be.â Laura shrugged and rang the doorbell.Â
âHey. Did you forget your keys?â GastĂłn opened the door.Â
âApparently.â Laura shrugged and skipped in.Â
âAnd you brought luggage I see,â GastĂłn looked at Simon, who was carrying the bags. âCome on in.â
âThank you.â Simon sighed as he finally let the bags onto the floor. âI donât know how they make these so heavy.â
âGlitter is weightier than you would believe,â GastĂłn laughed. âLaura, you can move these to your room yourself.â
âI gotta say our house will be the most festive one on the block, because we will never get rid of all that glitter.â Simon shook his head after Laura started moving upstairs.Â
âThanks for taking the mess at your place.â GastĂłn grinned at Simon.Â
âNo need to thank me.â He shook his head. âBy the way, does Laura need a ride to the choir concert tomorrow?â
âWe bribed Oscar to drive her.â GastĂłn responded. âIn the end he loves his sisters, no matter how much he likes to complain that we use him as a personal chauffeur.â
âWell, I live with three women.â Simon chuckled, âI am the personal chauffeur, so I can relate. Oh, I thought Iâd ask because I saw that Laura has designed guitars.â
âOh yeah, she does that.â GastĂłn nodded. âShe decorates her guitar more than actually plays it. Sheâd paint and bejewel a collection of guitars if weâd let her.â
âThatâs what I mean. Would she like making me one?â Simon asked.Â
âUhm, no. Absolutely not.â GastĂłnâs expression froze. âLook, itâs really good that you asked me, because it is not that she wouldnât want to do that or that we wouldnât want her to do that, but itâs not that simple. Unless you are willing to have a guitar on stage made by an anonymous artist.â
âAnonymous?â
âI am not having her name out there in any circumstances.â GastĂłn shook his head. âOur name is not common. The moment they hear Perida, itâs linked to me and Nina and my parents. I got to have a normal life because the press didnât know I existed until I was 23. I am not having my children out there either; they get to decide it themselves when they are 18.â
âOkay I get that.â Simon nodded. GastĂłn and Nina had kept intensely private, even though both of their careers and GastĂłnâs family legacy was keeping them in the public eye.
âSheâs immensely talented.â GastĂłn continued, âNina would love to have her illustrate her book someday, but right now her safety is more important. Sorry.â
***
âSit.â Oscar placed his backpack down on the ground and looked at Kelvin, who sat on the ground, her blonde tail wagging. âGood girl.âÂ
He checked his watch and then ran his hand over her silky head, before unclipping her leash. âOkay, you know the rules, donât you dare to run away from me.âÂ
Kelvin tilted her head and gave him a look that appeared to say: âI am not an idiotâ.
âDonât glare at me.â Oscar laughed, âCome on. Give me a high five.âÂ
Kelvinâs eyes glimmered as she threw her right paw up to meet Oscarâs hand.Â
âWow.â Oscar turned around to see Eliza behind him.Â
âHey, you made it.âÂ
âOf course.â She nodded, âKind of what you do when youâre new to town, so you have nothing else to do than come to meet your only friendâs dog.âÂ
âIâm glad you came.â Oscar nodded, âNo matter how you put it. Kelvin, are you not gonna say hi?âÂ
Kelvin padded over to Eliza and sat in front of her and offered her left paw.
âWell, look who is the proper lady I see.â Eliza laughed and took the paw that was offered and shook it. âYou are so pretty.â
âDonât flatter her too much, itâll go to her head. She is the most spoiled dog in the whole world as it is.âÂ
âWell, someone this adorable better be.â Eliza crouched down and scratched Kelvin behind her ears.Â
âOkay, Kelvin, get the ball.â Oscar commanded. Kelvin hopped over to his backpack, pulled on the ribbon in the zipper and got out a ball that she now held toward Oscar. âGood girl.â
Oscar took the ball and threw it across the park.
âWow, nice curve.â Eliza remarked as Kelvin bolted after the ball. âIf the whole med school thing doesnât mellow out, you got promise as a baseballer.â
âIn the words of both my sisters, I donât do ball sports.â Oscar shook his head.Â
âWhat kind of sports do you like then?â
âClimbing,â Oscar shrugged, âEverything that gives my mom a heart attack. The ballâs just for Kelvin.â
âShe seems extremely smart.â Eliza noted. âHave you trained her yourself?â
âMore or less.â Oscar nodded, âWe got her when I was 13, and Mom and Dad wanted me to take care of her as much as possible, especially afterâŠâ
âAfter?â
âSheâs not our first dog.â Oscar shook his head, âHer grandfather actually, was a dog Mom and Dad got on their first anniversary. His name was Newton. I donât really remember everything anymore, but they told me that we were very close, ever since I was born. He had to be put down when I was 7 or something like that.â
âIâm sorry.â Eliza ran her hand on his arm. Oscar tried to ignore the way his skin tingled after.Â
âItâs fine. Thatâs life, right.â He nodded as he threw the ball for Kelvin again. âYouâve figured out what youâre gonna do for the holidays yet?â
âWell, I guess we are just gonna be following what my aunt and uncle have always done.â Eliza shrugged. âMy cousins want to go the Chrismast market.â
âThat's really pretty there.â Oscar noted.Â
âOh⊠And I did get this invite, for 23rd.â Eliza looked at her phone, âFrom Mandy EzĂ©nois to this eveâs eve partyâŠbut I donât know.â
âShe is in our class,â Oscar noted, âShe has been doing those for years with the girls.â
âI know she is in our class.â Eliza nodded, âButâŠâ
âYouâre not gonna go?â
âI donât know any of them.â Eliza shook her head, âI mean weâve talked sometimes and theyâve seemed kind of nice, but only people I actually know are Ethan and especially you. I donât want to be the pity invite just because Iâm the new orphan farm girl from nowhere.â
âSaltaâs not nowhere.â Oscar shook his head. âYou have a farm. Thatâs pretty cool.â
âI used to have a farm.â Eliza corrected, âNow itâs my school and college fund and the plantation has new owners. Iâm not mad about that, I wouldnât have time to run it once Iâm in med school anyway.â
âYou should take the leap and go to the party.â Oscar noted. âAccording to Mom and Dad, I used to be so shy, until we started going on Disney Cruises and I started loving the kidsâ clubs and made so many friends there. Sometimes you just have to try.â
âIâll think about it.â Eliza smiled at him. âI honestly canât imagine you as shy. Youâve always been so confident at what you do, and so admirable. How could someone not like you? Itâs impossible.â
âUh. Anyone would be so lucky to be your friend. You really should just let everyone see the person I knowâŠâ Oscar realized that they were standing pretty close, and as the sun was starting to go down, the remaining light reflected from her eyes.Â
At that moment Kelvin crashed into his feet, wagging her tail and holding the ball upwards again.Â
***
âWhere is Oscar?â Nina asked as she pulled an ornament out of a box.Â
âStill out with Kelvin I think.â GastĂłn said while walking out of the kitchen, âDonât worry. He has probably just decided to take a longer route. Let's give him 20 minutes and then call him.âÂ
âTypical,â Aurora rolled her eyes as she was hanging an ornament on the tree, âOscar starts ditching the time-honored family tradition.âÂ
âPass me the pink ball,â Laura said from the other side of the tree? âOh, Mom, Dad, did you already sign all the stuff for that camp?âÂ
âYou are signed in there now,â Nina responded, âWe still have over a week before you go, so thereâs time.âÂ
âNina,â GastĂłn suddenly gestured to her, when the girls were engulfed in tree decoration. âYou need to see this.â
âWhat?â She got up from the couch and walked to the foyer, where GastĂłn was looking out of the front window.Â
âI think I found out the reason why he is taking so long.â He pointed toward the outside. âWould you look at that.â
Nina looked through the window and saw it. Oscar was standing in front of the gate, Kelvinâs leash in hand, but that wasn't what they were actually looking for. He was smiling and there was that certain glint in his eyes as he was talking very animatedly to a girl with deep red hair.Â
âI am willing to bet my Ph.D. that that is that girl he has been talking aboutâŠEliza, right?â GastĂłn continued.Â
âIt has to be.â Nina nodded.Â
âIf I am being honest, I never fully understood my momâs comments about the light in my eyes that I got from Dad.â GastĂłn looked outside again, âUntil I am seeing it myself in front of my eyes.âÂ
âYour mother does have an eye for these things.â Nina chuckled, while glancing outside again. âIâve never seen him look like that beforeâŠâ
âWell, we should have seen this coming,â Gaston laughed, âGiven how much he has talked about her, his laboratory partner⊠Well, weâll be having a daughter-in-law candidate probably during the next fall.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âWell, men in my family have a problem,â GastĂłn shook his head, âWe are completely idiots when it comes to women we like. Getting out of that idiocy takes time.â
âHow were you an idiot?â Nina looked at GastĂłn amused.
âYou probably remember all the idiotic stuff I did chasing you around,â He looked at her back, âand then I was an idiot some more, donât tell me youâve forgotten, it is not just me either, itâs generational. Dad held out on Mom for five months, and even then, it took his father to die for him to act on anything.â
âAnd if I recall we all ended up married,â Nina added, while grabbing GastĂłnâs arm. âFive months or not, you parents have been blissfully happy for almost 50 years now. We are also very happy. Better to follow your family cycle than mine, since that doesnât know the word happiness.â
âI guess we just have to let Oscar run its course and hope he will get there on his own.â GastĂłn shook his head. âHeâs almost 18 after all.â
***
âToday was fun.â Oscar said to Eliza, as he leaned on the gate of his house.
âIt was.â Eliza nodded, looking up, âAlso, nice house.â
âDad built it when Aurora was a baby.â Oscar shook his head, âI know it looks fancy, butâŠâ
âIt is fancy,â Eliza laughed, âBut there is nothing wrong with that. I wouldnât expect anything less for you, Perida.â
âName comes with territory I guess.â Oscar shook his head.Â
âI am still glad to know you.â Eliza continued, before opening her bag. âUh⊠I have something for you.â She pulled out a wrapped box. âEhm, merry christmas.â
âWow, thanks. You didnât need toâŠâ
âI have always had a way with presents.â Eliza laughed, âI guess, I just keep adding people on my list, so it wonât seem so empty nowâand I always get gifs for my friendsâŠbut right now I donât have anyone elseââ
âWell, I am honored.â Oscar nodded before opening his own bag. âAnd I actually got something for you too, just didnât know how to bring it upâŠdidnât know if youâd find it awkward.â
He handed her a small box, tied with a sapphire blue ribbon.Â
âIt would have never been awkward.â Eliza laughed. âThank you.â
They just stood in silence for a moment.Â
âOh, itâs getting late.â Oscar checked his watch suddenly. âWe were supposed to do the tree today. Mom and Dad are probably fuming at me right now⊠Uh, are you able to get home alright?â
âYeah, itâs not that far.â Eliza tapped him on the armâa gesture that ended up being a tad bit clumsy. âGood night.â
âGood night. Merry Christmas.â
âWhere have you been?â Oscar was greeted by Auroraâs voice as soon as he got through the door.Â
âOn a walk with Kelvin.â He just shrugged and dropped his backpack down. He looked at his parents who were sitting on the couch. âYou werenât worried, right. Iâm sorry, I should have texted or something.â
âItâs okay.â Nina nodded.Â
âWe do hope that this wonât mean that you will start skipping on the tree.â GastĂłn remarked.Â
âOh, nooo.â Oscar shook his head. âI didnât mean to. Just lost track of time.âÂ
âGood. You can help the girls finish up.âÂ
âYeah.â Oscar nodded and moved to the living room. âIs Newtonâs paw somewhere?â
âOn the coffee table.â Laura pointed. âWe all know that youâd kill us if we put it on the tree, because itâs yours.â
âWell, good for you to remember.â Oscar laughed slightly, before picking up the ornament from the table. It was a plaster cast of Newton's paw that his parents had gotten made on his last Christmas. Apparently, he had gotten quite upset as younger a few times when it had almost gotten lost.Â
âKelvin.â He called the dog, and she padded over to him and boobed her nose against the ornament, like he had taught her, before hanging the ornament on the tree.Â
âYou can handle the higher branches.â Aurora dropped a box of stars in his hand. âI donât wanna get the step stool out, and youâre the only one of us who actually is tall as a tower.â
*
Later that night, Oscar dropped his bag on his bed. The time was nearing midnight soon and Kelvin was already curled up at the foot of the bed. He opened the bag and pulled the gift Eliza had given him out.Â
He looked at it for a moment. It was the 21st of December. Christmas was in four days. Surely, he could open it⊠And he really didnât want to open it in front of everyone else in the hassle of Christmas morning anyway. Luna, Matteo, Stella and Milo were coming over and it would be usual festive chaos that it always was.Â
He made a split-second decision and pulled the ribbon off the package.Â
There were two items there. The first one was an ornament.Â
As Oscar raised it to his eye level, he realized that it was a glass pipette. Inside of it, it looked like there were crystals of some sort.Â
Luckily a card was hanging on it. Oscar detached it from the ornament and read it.Â
You said that your family likes to collect ornaments with meanings. I tried my best.Â
Oncotrix-1 (Cââ
âHâââ
Nââ
OâââPâ
â, but you know that) was the first non-harmful cure for cancer developed in 2030. Nowadays it has become ineffective, but it still was the first important steppingstone in the treatments we have today.Â
There is one Oncotrix-1 molecule stored in each one of those crystals.
 I remember what you told me about your great grandparents and how their fates influenced your grandparentsâ path, which is super admirable.Â
E.Â
âWow.â Oscar mouthed as he looked at the ornament. She had not been kidding. She really did have a way with gifts. How did she even remember all those details that he had told her in a passing conversationâŠÂ
She was good.Â
Too good, as he found himself taking a few deep breaths. He still wasnât quite prepared for the sensation that started overtaking him.Â
He looked at the other item, to distract himself for a moment. It was a deep scarlet red collar that looked like it was velvet or something similar. It was decorated with a small row of pearls.Â
There was another note hanging on it.Â
Okay, hear me out here. I know you said you donât like to dress her up, butâŠÂ
Come on now, every girl deserves something to feel pretty in during the holidays. Also, this is a collar, not an accessory and you said those were fine. Hopefully Kelvin likes it.Â
E.Â
Oscar chuckled. Leave it to Eliza to find a loophole from what he had said. âKelvin, come here.âÂ
The dog jumped in front of him on the bed wagging her tail and was actually looking at the collar quite curiously.Â
âLetâs see how this looks.â Oscar put the collar around her neck. It fit perfectly. Kelvinâs eyeâs sparkled and she wagged her tail some more and slurped his face with her tongue.Â
âOkay, I see that you like it.â He laughed as he pushed her furry snoot away. âCalm down now girl.â He traced the collar with his finger. âI like it too.âÂ
He reached for his phone. It dinged as soon as it was in his hand.Â
He froze for a moment as he realized that it was from Eliza.Â
Eliza: The complexity and endlessness of the celtic knots honor the idea of legacy â that a personâs life and contributions are woven into the lives of those they leave behind, like an eternal tapestry of memory. I see what you did there ;). It is beautiful. I never took you as a guy who has the chops for jewelry shopping, but always nice to be surprised.
Oscar stared at the message for a moment, while he felt the heat rise in his face. He had gotten Eliza a bracelet woven from celtic knots. The endless loops of Celtic knots symbolized the idea of eternity and the continuation of love and memories, even after someone had passed. It suggested that the love shared with the deceased endures, binding the living and the departed together in an unbroken connection.
He had felt like that was something that would be good for Eliza. So, she could keep the life she had lost always close.Â
He had taken a bit of a risk, by going to buy jewelry on his own. No way he would have asked either Aurora or Laura for advice. Mom was out too, and DadâŠDad was probably the best at buying jewelry in their houseâover half of Momâs jewelry collection was courtesy of himâbut Oscar didnât want anyone to know. It would raise all sorts of questions andâŠ
âŠhe had already been afraid that the gift was little too forward or overstepping or something.Â
He looked at the text again. It hadn't been the case. She liked it. She loved itâ
His phone dinged again.Â
Eliza: And yes, I did open it up.Â
Oscar smiled and started typing.Â
Oscar: I never said you couldnât. I'm glad you liked it. Eliza: Where have you learned to buy jewelry? Oscar: Thatâs classified Eliza: How classified?
***
âThatâs the last one.â GastĂłn said as he hung up the last stocking on the railing on the stairs.Â
âI wonder how long they are going to allow us to keep doing this?â Nina smiled at him from the couch.Â
âWell, Oscar hasn't expressed anything that he wonât want a stocking after he turns 18, which he isnât yet.â GastĂłn remarked as he sat next to her. âI doubt the girls will either, anytime soon.â
âI guess youâre right.â Nina leaned her head on his shoulder. âYou know, with all the chaos, quiet like this is really beautiful.âÂ
âI know.â He pulled her closer, kissing her head. âKind of reminds me of all the times we spent at the Villa, even if we didnât often do Christmas there.âÂ
âThose sound magical,â Nina smiled, âI am always so happy to always hear about that. You truly had a happy childhood. We canât all say that. Well, we donât want to even get to the Christmases I had growing up,â She laughed slightly, âI donât want to think about thoseâŠeven at the time I thought I could never have a happy Christmas, so thank you.â
âI told you that you will never have to go back to that.â GastĂłn ran his hand over his arm. âIâve kept my word for 23 years and counting.â He leaned closer to her. âI also hid mistletoe somewhere around here.
âWhere?â She looked at him questiongly.Â
âNot going to tell you.â GastĂłn grinned, âSo better keep on your toes.â
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âMerry Christmas!!!â Luna exclaimed as soon as GastĂłn opened the door. âWe brough so many presents.â
âGood to hear.â GastĂłn nodded, and looked over to the driveway, âMatteo, need help?â
âNo, I am fine!!!â Matteo yelled from the car, where he was getting a huge bag out of the trunk.Â
âSure.â GastĂłn nodded, before turning around. âOscarïżœïżœïżœ Go help him.â
âSure thing Dad.â Oscar nodded and walked outside.Â
âHowâs our goddaughter?â GastĂłn hugged Stella, whose blonde dyed curls were tied on two pigtails, tied with glittering ribbons.Â
âIâm hungry.â Stella jumped.Â
âGood thing we have a lot of food.â GastĂłn laughed.Â
âHey.â Nina appeared at the door. âCome on in.âÂ
âIt is so pretty here.â Luna hugged her. âI mean, we decorated too, and Matteo called our house a glittering mess.âÂ
âThere is nothing wrong with that.â Nina laughed.Â
âHey!!!â Stella stepped into the living room where Aurora and Laura were sitting on the couch.Â
âHi!â Aurora got up and Stella tackled her into a hug. âYouâve been avoiding me.â She whispered into her ear.Â
âNo I have not.â Stella whispered back.Â
âYes you have.â Aurora continued. âI canât believe you wonât tell me who you have a crush onââ
âAurora, have you seen this before?â Laura suddenly interrupted.
âWhat? She turned around.Â
âLook at Kelvinâs collar.â Laura pointed out. âThatâs new?â
âThere is no way Oscar got her a new collar,â Aurora looked at it closer, tracing her fingers on the beading on the collar, âEspecially one that looks like this.â
âOr maybe he just has a good taste in collars,â Stella suggested, which was kind of uncharacterized for her.Â
At that moment, Matteo, Oscar and Milo came in with the gift bags. âThanks lads.â Matteo sighed and the bags went down.Â
âAnd I thought you said you could handle them by yourself.â Luna laughed at him.
âNever mind that.â Matteo shook his head.Â
âOscar,â Aurora piped up, pointing at Kelvinâs collar. âWhat is this?âÂ
âYou always get mad at us when we get her accessories,â Laura continued, âbut now she has a new collar. Where did you get it?â
âI didnât get it.â Oscar shook his head. âIt was a gift from a friend.â
âThere is no way Ethan got that.â Laura shook her head.Â
âBecause it wasnât Ethan.â Oscar sighed. âSheââ
âShe? So that lab partner of yours, Eliza?â Aurora asked.Â
âYeah, her.â Oscar nodded, âAnd Kelvin gets to wear it, because she has actual taste.â
âYeah, sureâŠâ Aurora remarked sarcastically.Â
âHey kids!â GastĂłn interrupted, whatever the conversation was becoming. âFoodâs done in 10 minutes, so help Matteo get the packages out of the bags.â
âYeah, sure.â Oscar nodded while grabbing a bag. âStella, catch.â
âHuh?â Again, something that was not very in character for Stella, she froze in surprise and wasnât able to catch the bag in time.Â
âSorry. You okay?â Oscar laughed as the bag hit Stella and the contents spilled on the floor.Â
âYeah, yeah. Iâm fine.â Stella laughed nervously. âNow we need to pick these up.â
Aurora had grabbed the last present from the bag she had been emptying into a neat line when she looked around after hearing a giggle. She furrowed her brow⊠It had come from Stellaâs direction but⊠Stella did not giggle like that.Â
Aurora looked at her best friend again. She was gathering packages off the ground and at the same time brushing a non-existent lock of hair behind her ear. She had that same kind of puppy face that Kelvin used to beg for treats. And worst of all, Stella was looking atâ
âWould you excuse us for a second?â Aurora went to grab Stellaâs arm and started pulling her down a hallway.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Stella asked after Aurora had pulled her into the library.Â
âThe better question is what are you doing?â Aurora stared at her. âPlease please tell me that I am wrongâeven though I am never wrongâand you donât have a crush on Oscar.â
âIââ Stella stuttered and unmistakably started blushing. âThis is why I couldnât tell you.â
âWhy? How?â Aurora almost pleaded, âScratch that. I donât want to know. You canât like him.â
âWhy not?âÂ
âMillion reasons.â Aurora shook her head, âYou are my best friend, he is my brother, your parents are his godparents, our parents are your godparentsâŠâ Aurora pointed toward a picture at the end of one of the book cases, which had been taken a few days after Luna and Matteo had brought Stella back from the hospital. In the picture, Oscar, who was almost three, almost one year old Aurora, and Stella as a newborn were lying on the carpet in a circle. âWe have known you since you were born, he has known you since then⊠That is like Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker -weird, and they didnât know!!!âÂ
âIt could not be weird.â Stella tried to suggest. âWhat ifâŠâ
âThere are no what ifsâŠâ Aurora looked at Stella concerned, âItâs impossible. This not the Christmas present I thought Iâd be gettingâŠâ
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Well, Merry Chrismas!!!! So, I feel like I pretty much nailed the Chrismas fic last eyar, so I had super hard time thinking what I could do for this year. This year's theme has kind of been the SL next gen year for me, so here's the Christmas of 2046 for you. It ended up being more of a slice of life kind of story, just during the holidays. So there was no real plot, but just some holiday scheningans and some set up for future stories. I mean I can say that this alsmot work as a prologue for a story that I have not even started yet, but the story focusing on Oscar, because he is going to get his own story. Aurora has gotten her time travel escapades, Laura is going thorugh he wons stuff right now, so we are not sweeping their older brother under the rug. I love Oscar Perida as a character, and he is gonna get his spolightâand you can probably guess what's that story will be about. Happy holidays everyone!!! And I absolutely have taken it as my mission to educat you all on Finnish Chrismas song every holid days season, because we have bangers.
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random question for the people who have dabbled in some future soy luna aspects, who do we think gets engaged first?
purely because im thinking of writing a lil fic that takes place during the first engagement party and i cannot decide whose party it is
#i know this question has definitely been answered before but i forgot sorry đ#my gut instinct is to go with pelfi#but i thought i would ask The People just in case#the fic actually has nothing to do with the engaged couple in question#but rather two âfriendsâ returning from a certain someones world tour đ#but basically my options are pelfi simbar or gastina unless anyone else has another idea#hey maybe it could be jazmin's#idk who she's marrying but that could be funny#and yes this is one of the ships that does not have enough fics so i have to do it myself#in fact i just checked and there is just one#changes must be made folks#soy luna
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see, this is why i canât get nostalgic over my first ever fandomâŠ. because then iâm LEGALLY obligated to write a chaotic insane fic for it so hereâs to the soy luna fandom and every single amazing beautiful wonderful person iâve met bc of it!!
#itâs so insane actually guys#s3 au things đđ#soy luna#luna valente#ambar smith#simon alvarez#matteo balsano#<33#nina simonetti#gaston perida#jimena medina#sl fic#miss fic#soy luna fic#lutteo#simbar
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Sunshine and Moonshine
Chapter 24: Sick children
It had been two days and Sharon had not confronted Ămbar properly about her disobedience yet. That made Ămbar a bit nervous, because it could happen at any moment.
She tried focusing on Emilia. It got a bit intense there for a momentâŠÂ
As she entered Blake in the morning, Delfi and Jazmin both noticed she was thinking about something, and they immediately wanted to know.
âDid something happen, Ămbar?â Delfi asked. âYou look like thereâs something on your mind.â
âThereâs always something on Ămbarâs mind!â Jazmin said, âSheâs got quite a heavy life.â
âThat is true⊠but I got a feeling that the thing Ămbar is thinking about right now is gossip worth sharing!â
Before Ămbar could say anything, they were all caught off guard by someone sneezing extremely loudly.
âWoah, Ramiro!â Matteo exclaimed. âWhatâs up with you?â
Ramiro furrowed his eyebrows and stared into thin air, as if he didnât know who to face when talking. âMy little brother did not come home with the flu from his school and smitted me. Iâm fine! Iâm just allergic to⊠floors!â
With that, he stomped off.Â
âOkayâŠâ Jim mumbled.Â
In class, Ramiro sat right next to Ămbar. She could hear him sniffing and trying to hold in coughs.
She instinctively tried to move away from him a bit.Â
Soon, Ramiro could not hold it anymore and let out a cough.Â
âCover your arm when you cough!â Ămbar exclaimed, as Ramiro had just been coughing right out in the open.
âRelax, thereâs no germs in a cough,â Ramiro said.
The teacher had heard them, and stared awkwardly in front of the board. â... I think we need a run through about germ spreading.â
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While the rest of the school day was fine, by the end of the day, both Delfi and Matteo let out some coughs. People didnât think much about it, though.Â
As Ămbar and Luna headed home, Ămbar suddenly sneezed.
âDid you get Ramiroâs thing?â Luna asked.
âNo⊠at least I hope so⊠I just sneezed.â
As they got home, the plan was to change out of their school uniforms and then head to Jam and Roller to skate. But Ămbar got this sudden headache⊠and she decided to stay home. At least until the headache disappeared.
Luna however, has as much energy as possible, and went to Jam and Roller.
She skated around for a bit. She noticed her throat was getting a little heavier. Not a problem, she thought, and decided to drink some water.
She later met up with her friends.
âWasnât GastĂłn coming here with you?â Jim asked Nina.
âHe was, but he said he wasnât feeling well. Maybe he caught Ramiroâs thing. Theyâre in the same class, after allâŠâ
After she said this, she let out a sneeze.
âMaybe you caught it, too,â Yam said.
âImpossible! I havenât been near Ramiro today!â
âBut have you been near GastĂłn?â Yam proceeded to do kissing sounds.
Nina stared at her in horror.
Yam immediately backed off. âSorry, I was just joking. I donât know when a joke goes too far sometimes? Did it go too far? I didnât mean to-â
âNo, no, itâs okay⊠I justâŠÂ there was this free period between two classesâŠÂ â
âDid youâŠâ Jim tried to say it as carefully as she could. â... swap spit?â
That was, indeed, as âcarefullyâ as Jim could say it.
Nina nodded.Â
âOk, thereâs a high chance you can be sick,â Luna said.
âI hope notâŠâ
Suddenly, Jim was the one to sneeze.
âDid you swap spit with GastĂłn, too?â Yam joked. Jim stared at her in shock, not prepared for that.
âRamiro did cough next to me today,â Jim said. âI hope it was just a random sneeze, and thereâs nothing to itâŠâ
âI feel peachy!â Luna admitted. âI just feel a bit⊠cold, which is weird, because Iâve been working out a lot by skating.â
âYeah, Iâm freezing a little, tooâŠâ Yam admitted. âHow oddâŠâ
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As Luna and Ămbar ate dinner that night, both were sure that they were just fine. Ămbar was just a little tired, and Luna just felt a bit chilly.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Sharon asked Luna. âYouâre shivering.â
âIâm just freezing⊠I donât know why, but I do.â She then let out a sneeze.
âI donât hope youâre getting sickâŠâ Sharon then turned to Ămbar, noticing her looking tired. âAnd I hope you donât, either.â
âIâm not sick, madrina,â Ămbar assured her, although in a very dizzy tone. âI just⊠have been feeling tired since I came home.â
Sharon went up and felt Ămbarâs forehead. âYouâre warm.â She then felt Lunaâs. âYou, too.â
âHow can I be warm when Iâm freezing?â Luna asked.
âIâll suggest you take warm baths and then go straight to bed. And keep yourselves upstairs.â
Ămbar felt her throat. It was starting to itch from the inside. She let out a cough, hoping it would make it better, but it didnât.Â
âEat up your food quickly,â Sharon said, âThen go upstairs.â
Sharon was extremely afraid of getting sick. So, every time one of the girls got sick, she basically quarantined them in their rooms, not even wanting to be close to them. Basically, if you were sick, you were treated like a dangerous zombie.Â
The girls went upstairs, took baths (in separate bathrooms), and spent the rest of the night in their bedrooms.Â
As they woke up in the morning, it had not gotten better. Ămbar's throat hurt even more than usual and Luna felt her nose being all stuffed.Â
But the girls ignored it and went down to breakfast.
Sharon noticed it, however.Â
âYouâre pale⊠both of you.â
âWe are?â Ămbar asked, and the second she opened her mouth she sounded really hoarse. She coughed a bit.Â
âYou look sickâŠâ Sharon said. âAnd youâve been sniffing this entire time, Luna.â
âSorry, my nose is a bit stuffedâŠâ
Sharon glanced at both of them, back and forth. âYou do not look well.â
âWe need to go to school,â Ămbar said.Â
âYou shouldnât go to school.â
âWhat?â Luna asked. âOur education is really important and we should prioritize it! Isnât that what you always say?â
âIn normal circumstances, yes, but if I send you away, your teacher will just send you home. Besides, Blake is good with sending home homework if you missed a day.â
Luna and Ămbar sighed. They didnât want to get extra homework.Â
âGosh, I donât feel goodâŠâ Luna mumbled.
Sharonâs eyes widened and stood up quickly. She walked fast up to Amanda, who was cleaning the hallway. She snatched Amandaâs cleaning spray and pointed it at the girls.
âGo upstairs.â
âAre you ok?â Ămbar asked.
âI canât get sick! I donât want to get whatever virus you have. Upstairs!â
âBut⊠school-â
âIâll call them and tell them youâre sick, just get up! Now! Before I get smitten!â
âOk, geezâŠâ Luna said. She then proceeded to sneeze, which caused Sharon to just point the cleaning spray at them harder.
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Luna sent a group text to her friends.
Luna: Iâm sick today, so donât wait for me before class!
Yam: IâM SICK TOO
Jim: ME TOO
Yam: Conspiracy theory: Ramiroâs fault?
Nina: Iâm also sick!
Luna: Aw, so no one can give me homework notes?
Yam: Bold of you to assume I even take notes normally. I learn by listening as I draw in my notebook.
Yam: More or less learning, at least. I have mediocre grades. I still pass, though!
Nina: What a coincidence all of us got sick?
Yam: Youâre sick because you swapped spit with GastĂłn and he swapped spit with Ramiro
Yam: Wait
Jim: My sister asked why I was laughing so much
Yam: Ahh Julia!! Say hi from me!
Luna: I thought your sister was named Aillén?
Jim: AillĂ©n is my little cousin whoâs obsessed with me because my Open music performances ended up on youtube and thus she assumes I am world famous. She dyed her hair red and everything for me.Â
Nina: That is adorable. Didnât you say no one in your family actually has red hair except you?
Jim: Yep! I got a recessive gene or something. AillĂ©n was always fascinated with it and had been wanting to dye it red herself for years.Â
Yam: Julia looks a lot like you, Nina, actually. Like itâs scary. She even has glasses.
Jim: She goes to Blake too, you mustâve seen her in the hallway at some point.Â
Nina: Iâll keep a lookout for her. Some day. When Iâm not home sick.
Yam: I wish we could be sick together in the same house. When I was little I loved seeing best friends being sick together in tv shows and sharing a bed. It seemed so cozy.Â
Jim: Come over to my house!! Weâll be sick together
Yam: Really??
Jim: Yeah! Come over!Â
Yam: Ok yeah Iâm coming!
Nina: Wonât you expose people outside of your germs on the way there?
Yam: Iâll wear a mask! Itâs fine!
Luna wanted to write âHave fun on your date!â but she decided not to. She did understand why Yam was so excited, though, and she secretly hoped her two friends got even closer so that she could hear all the gossip.
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Yam went over to Jimâs house quickly, trying not to cough too much on the way there. Luckily, Jimâs house was only 10 minutes away. Yet, she felt her energy dropping much quicker.
As she reached Jimâs house, she knocked on the door, and Jimâs older sister Julia opened.
âYam! Hi! Oh, you donât look goodâŠâ
âNo, Iâm sick, and Jim suggested I could come over and we could be sick together.â
Julia smiled. âThat is so sweet. Come in⊠donât touch me, but do come in.â
As Yam went in, Julia went out. âWell, Iâm going to school now⊠have fun being sick. But not too much fun.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Julia gave her a knowing smile. âI observe more than you think. Have fun now, you two.â
Yam waved goodbye, feeling a bit unsure what she meant. She then turned to the staircase, as Jim was coming down with a blanket wrapped around her. She also had a blanket for Yam.
âHi,â she said in a hoarse voice.
âHello,â Yam replied, snickering.Â
âLetâs go to the living room. Weâll cozy up on the couch and watch a movie.â She threw the blanket to her.
âSounds great.â
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Luna and Ămbar were quarantined in their separate rooms.Â
Ămbar was lying with her laptop on her bed, wondering what to do. She had been checking random videos on youtube, but she felt like she needed something more.
She suddenly saw a video clip from a movie adaptation of a book series she had read a bit as a kid. She never watched the movie adaptation, as it had come out when she was a bit too old for the books and she didnât find it interesting at that point.Â
Watching the clip, she realized how cheesy this movie seemed to be. She curiously read the comments, and to her delight, most people seemed to agree.
Imagine my disappointment when I saw this in theatres.
I refuse to acknowledge this movieâs existence. Letâs pretend it was just a collective fever dream.
This movie is the reason I started writing fanfiction about this franchise. To fix what the movie ruined!
Fanfiction⊠Ămbar knew what it was, but she had never really⊠read it before.Â
Curious, she went to search for some fanfiction of this book series. Not to really read any of them, but just to see what people wrote.Â
She found a website that seemed to just be for fanfictions. She wrote the book series in the search bar.Â
Only 200 fanfictions? She recalled this being way more popular⊠but maybe not that many were into writing fanfiction about it.
She scrolled through it. Some were only a few 1000 words, others were several chapters. Then she found one fanfiction.
50 chapters out of question mark, meaning that the author was still updating it. The latest update was yesterday.Â
âWell, I have nothing better to doâŠâ Ămbar said to herself.Â
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SimĂłn sent Luna a text message.
I saw you were online. Arenât you in school?
Luna quickly replied.
Nope! Iâm sick todayÂ
She and SimĂłn started texting.
SimĂłn: Too bad! Iâm gonna miss you skating today.Â
Luna: Youâre probably not gonna see any of us! All of us got sick, basically.Â
SimĂłn: What happened? Some sort of epidemic at your school?Â
Luna: We think Ramiro is the culprit. He was sick yesterday but came to school anyway.Â
Simón: Oof. Well⊠get some rest! I hope you get to just relax and enjoy junk food.
Luna: Junk food idk. But our maid comes in every other hour and asks what we want to eat, and then she brings us something from the kitchen. I could really eat a pizza right now⊠but we donât have that in our kitchen.Â
SimĂłn: I always forget youâre a rich kid with maids and stuff. A bit sad you donât get to order takeout though.Â
Luna: I mean, we do get to, but Sharon gets disappointed in us. Plus itâs easier to just get what we got at home.Â
Simón: Hmmm⊠I have an idea
Luna: Tell me.
SimĂłn: No, youâll see.Â
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Jim and Yam were looking really dazed at the TV. They didnât know what to watch, and thus they just zapped on the tv and ended up on the kids channel. Right now there was some dubbed cartoon that they were too old to have known about before.
âThat voice actress,â Yam said, âIâve heard her everywhere.âÂ
âHow old is she?â Jim asked. âI feel like sheâs been in every single dubbed kids show Iâve seen all of my life.â
âYeah, like⊠is it hard to find new voice actors? Is this why they have the same like⊠10 people on everything? What will you do when they pass away?â
âDonât know!â
The kids show ended, and soon a new one began. This one was one that the girls recognized, as it was a show from their own childhoods that now seemed to air as a rerun.
âOh, I havenât seen this since I was like 8,â Yam said.
âMe neither! How fun that it still airs!â
They watched for a moment. Suddenly, Jim let out a chuckle.
âI forgot how funny this was!â
âI donât think I found it as funny as I find it now!â Yam admitted. âBut maybe we find it funny because weâre sick.â
âMaybe⊠but this show is like⊠on crack!â
Yam laughed.
âI love your laugh so much,â Jim said. âI know Iâve said that before, but I just⊠really love it.â
âThank youâŠâ Yam grinned. She stroked Jim with her foot.Â
They watched a little more of the show.
âYou know, I actually think this isnât a kids show, itâs a stoner show,â Yam said.âI donât know if being sick and being high is the same thing, but I feel like stoners would love to watch this.â
âYam⊠do you think we should be stoners?â
âMaybe in university.â
âYeah, that sounds good⊠it feels like a university thing to do.â
Yam yawned. âGosh, I feel so tired.â
âShould we take a nap?â Jim suggested. âWeâll go up to my bed and sleep together.â
Yam stared at her for a brief moment.
âWhat?â Jim asked.
âIâŠâ Yam hated how her brain automatically thought of the dirtiest thing. âNothing. Yeah, letâs go to your room.â
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Luna was lying with her feet sticking up, leaning on the wall. She looked up at the ceiling.
She wanted to move. She was so understimulated.Â
She had been clicking a pen so much that it broke. So, she had now gone over to drumming on her nightstand.Â
Then Rey bursted into her room.
âHey! Privacy!â Luna shouted.
âYouâre very loud! â Rey muttered. âStop hitting your furniture.â
âYou donât decide over me!â
Rey sighed. âPlease. Some of us are trying to work.â
âThis is my room! And Iâm sick!â
âI can hear that. So lay in bed and rest.â
âI cannot rest! I cannot sit still!â
âI am very aware⊠Iâve been trying to suggest to Sharon to maybe look that up, but she insists you just need disciplineâŠâ
Luna bounced on her bed. âCan you leave now? I donât like you in my room.â
âIf you stop drumming on furniture so that it bugs me.â
âFineâŠâ
She plopped down on her bed. What was there to do?
Suddenly, someone knocked on her door.
âCome inâŠ?â she said curiously, as she let out a cough.
Someone with their back turned walked in slowly and closed the door. They then turned around.
SimĂłn stood there, with a large smile and a pizza. âAre you hungry?â
-
Ămbar was completely stuck in this fanfiction. She had not thought about this franchise since she was maybe 11 years old, and yet, she was certain this random person online made the original source so much better.Â
She was 15 chapters deep now, and she just loved the language, the funny lines the characters got out⊠the author had also added some original characters, and Ămbar thought they added some flavor to the story.
She didnât leave comments. She didnât have an account, anyway. But, she did read some other peopleâs comments.
Punknotdead2012 commented on chapter 2: "Looking good this far! I need to ask if the hippie character they met is based on someone you know?"
Moondustfan commented on chapter 4: âIâm lying on the floor clutching my ribs of laughter!â
Punknotdead2012 commented on chapter 5: âLoved the scene between the captain and the starfighter, but I also once again need to ask if your hippie oc is based on someone you know.â
Fernandalikesrollerskating commented on chapter 8: âLMAO believe it or not I had an exact moment like this once with this guy on my roller skate team. A bit different since he was human and not an alien, but still.â
Punknotdead2012 commented on chapter 13: âIS. THE. HIPPIE. OC. BASED. ON. SOMEONE. YOU. KNOW?!?!?!?!?!?!â
It was also interesting seeing the authorâs notes at the end of each chapter. It was like the author lived this really odd life.
Supernovagirlâs A/N chapter 3: âSorry this took longer to post, my mom locked me inside my room and took my phone -.- But I hope the length could make up for it!â
Supernovagirlâs A/N chapter 6: âI had to rush this because my mom pushed my stepdaughter down some stairs and now blames ME and she wants me to go to Switzerland and stuff idk what to do⊠but hopefully next chapter wonât come out too late.â
Supernovagirlâs A/N chapter 10: âThanks for all your nice comments! If you wonder why I wrote an extra long chapter today, well, Iâm celebrating! Iâm staying in this country, my mom is now in a facility and I feel safe! Life can only get better haha!â
Who knew someone with such a traumatic life could just have time to write the most wonderful fanfiction?
As she finished chapter 15, she checked the comments. Another one from Punknotdead2012 who never seemed to get an answer on their one question. But then, she noticed someone that she might knowâŠ
Sapphicskater commented on chapter 15:âAs someone whoâs also hopelessly in love with her best friend, I feel the struggles of both the characters and you, dear author, as you mentioned youâve experienced this too. I wish me and my bestie could get locked inside a magical space closet too.â
It HAD to be Yam. Ok, not that Yam was not the only sapphic girl that skated and was hopelessly in love with her best friend, but⊠it must be.Â
Ămbar screenshotted it and sent it to Yam, asking if it was her.Â
She soon got a reply.
Yam: You woke me up. I took a nap.
Ămbar: Arenât you in school?
Yam: Nope. Iâm in bed with Jim.Â
Ămbar raised both of her eyebrows.
âGood for herâŠâ she mumbled to herself.
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Yam hoped her phone vibrating didnât wake up Jim. Luckily, it didnât seem to do that.
Jim was cute sleeping, even when sick.Â
Yam smiled and took the opportunity to snuggle into her, because she could. If Jim woke up, Yam could pretend she did that in her sleep.Â
She closed her eyes again and tried going back to sleep.
âMmâŠâ Jim mumbled. Yam squinted at her, smiled, and then closed her eyes again.
Then Jim mumbled again. Yam didnât think much of it.Â
Until the mumbling started to sound more like moaning .
Yam wondered for a moment if maybe it was because Jim was sick, it sounded more like she was moaning in her sleep when she simply snored or even breathed.
But then, Jim started talking in her sleep.
âYes⊠we can do that⊠mmmmm⊠I like thatâŠâ
âJim?â Yam was really curious about what she was dreaming.Â
âAahâŠâ
Yam wondered if Jim was either having a really bad dream, or a really good dream. Since she mentioned that she liked something, the latter seemed more possible.Â
Maybe sheâd just try to go back to sleep herself.Â
Or maybe she could answer Ămbar, since Ămbar asked her a question.
Yam: That is my fanfiction account⊠WAIT. You read fanfics, Ămbar Smith?
Ămbar: Letâs just say Iâm bored as I am sick.
Ămbar: How was it being in bed with Jim?
Yam: Iâm still in bed with Jim.
Ămbar: Youâre texting as youâre being intimate? InterestingâŠ
Yam: Sheâs sleeping for your information.Â
Ămbar: After your lovemaking session, I presume?
Yam: I wish.
Yam: FUCK why did I send thatâŠ
Yam: I meanÂ
Yam: No weâre just sick together so Iâm over at her house and we just took a nap and sheâs still sleeping.Â
Ămbar: Iâm gonna read your fanfictions
Yam: I was about to go âNOOOâ but you know what? The ones I posted I think turned out quite well. I donât think youâre in any of my fandoms though
Ămbar: Thatâs ok, then Iâm just gonna treat it as an original story.Â
âYamâŠâ Jim mumbled.
Yam turned to her. âYeah?â She thought Jim had woken up.
However, Jim seemed to still be asleep.
Jim made a moaning sound again, and then said it again. âYamâŠâ
Was Yam in her dream�
Jim formed a rather satisfied smile.Â
âYam⊠I love you.â
Yamâs heart started beating faster. She didnât know what kind of dream Jim actually had. She didnât know if the âi love youâ was platonic or romantic, or whatever else. She didnât know if Jim was just having a fever dream, even though it didnât seem like any of them had a fever, just a nasty cold.Â
Yet, she smiled to herself, and hoped Jim remembered her dream when she woke up.
âI love you too, Jim.â
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âSimĂłn, what are you doing here?â Luna asked.Â
âI decided to give you some pizza!â
âWow!â
SimĂłn sat down. âI didnât know exactly what your favorite pizza flavor was, but I went off vibes.â He opened the box to reveal a pizza with bacon on it.
âWait, is this a pizza that exists?â Luna laughed.
âApparently! And I thought it was perfectly chaotic for you!â
Before Luna could eat, he took a slice and fed her himself. She made eye contact with him as she chewed on the pizza.Â
âDeliciousâŠâ
âReally? I have to give it a taste!â SimĂłn picked up his own slice. Meanwhile, Luna just stared at him.
Something in her belly tickled. She wondered at first if it was because she was sick and her body fought against anything she ate. But it felt⊠good.
âI hope I donât get you smittenâŠâ she said.
âOh, itâs fine! I have four siblings! Iâm pretty used to getting sick! Starting to get immune to it by this point, haha.â
âThatâs goodâŠâ She took another pizza slice. âMm! I donât know how you actually could find out my pizza preference without me even having tasted this type of pizza before!â
âWell, I guess I have magical powers.â
She giggled.
âAre you the only one home sick today?â SimĂłn asked.
âNo, Ămbar is sick, too.â
âAww⊠do you think she wants pizza?â
âIâm sure she does⊠you could go over and give her some.â
âAlright! Iâll go over and give her a slice. But then Iâll be back, ok?â
âYeahâŠâ
Luna felt really happy he was gonna come back to her. Though, she knew heâd probably want to be with Ămbar more. Even if they broke upâŠÂ
A minute after SimĂłn had left the room, Sharon suddenly opened the door. She didnât go in, due to not wanting to be smitten.
âI heard loud noises. What are you doing?â
âIâm just being myself in my own room!â Luna replied.
Sharon looked at the pizza box like it was a weapon. âWhere did you get a pizza from?â
âI donât know! It just seemed to come from thin air! Weird, right?â Luna held up a slice. âWant some?â
Sharon stared at her in silence, before slowly closing the door.
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Someone knocked on Ămbarâs door and she immediately closed her laptop. âCome in!â
SimĂłn came in with a grin. âSurprise! Want a pizza slice?â
âSimĂłn? What are you doing here?â
âI bought Luna pizza and I wanted to give you a slice!â
âOk⊠why did you buy Luna a pizza?â
âI felt like it!â
Ămbar took the slice and ate it. âIt was⊠ok, but a bit strange. Could you get me some wipes, my hands are sticky from pizza nowâŠâ
SimĂłn handed over some wet wipes for her to wipe her hands with.
âSo, what are you doing lying in bed sick?â SimĂłn asked.
âI mostly check my laptop.â
âI see! What are you looking at?â
âWellâŠâ
SimĂłn crossed his arms and smirked. âĂmbar, itâs ok if you look at something embarrassing. I promise Iâve looked at worse things online than what youâve ever seen.â
âFineâŠâ She opened her laptop and showed him. He immediately started laughing.
âOh, fanfiction? Ămbar, thatâs nothing to be ashamed of. I read it sometimes, too. Although. I prefer reading it out loud for my friends, itâs really entertaining.â
âI found Yamâs fanfiction account.â
âYamâs? Oh my gosh, show me!â
He took a picture of Yamâs account. âIâm totally gonna read this later and then reference it to her!â
âSheâs gonna be so surprised!â
âI know!â
Both chuckled.Â
âWell⊠get well soon, Ămbar. I need to go.â
âYeah⊠see you!â
Ămbar still had a soft spot for SimĂłn. She wasnât sure if she still had romantic feelings for him, but he made her feel good.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was from Emilia.
Howâs it going? Wanna skate?
Emilia also made her feel good⊠but in another way.Â
Ămbar: Sorry, but Iâm sick today.
Emilia: Are you really sick or are your weird guardian forcing you to be inside?
Ămbar: Well both, but I am actually sick. Like I cough and sneeze and shit
Emilia: Gnarly!Â
Emilia: I wish I was over there and fed you pizza or something
Ămbar: Haha.
She closed her eyes, and imagined Emilia coming over and seductively feeding her pizza.
Suddenly, Sharon came in. Not knocking, of course, this was her house and privacy was a privilege, not a right.Â
âĂmbarâŠâ she said slowly.
âHi, madrina.â
âIâm not gonna get close to you, but we need to discuss you being disobedient the other day.â
âOk.â Ămbar was too sick to really feel anything about a lecture about her bad behavior.
Sharon closed the door, leaning against it to be as far away from Ămbar as possible. âYouâre out of control, Ămbar, and I am wondering if there is some outside force influencing you to be like this.â
âNo, I just feel grumpy over life.â
âHow come?â
Ămbar sighed. âIâm raised by you, and you wonder why I feel grumpy over life?â
âSee! Now youâre like that again! Rude and no respect for me.â
Ămbar felt like keeping her eyes up was harder for each second that passed.
âWhy canât you be like you were when you were little? Always listening and being respectful.â
âYou never told me that when I was little. I tried and tried to please you, and it never seemed like it was enough for you. Eventually I guess I gave up, because it was no use anyway.â
Sharon crossed her arms. âI donât remember what I said and didnât say, but this is not the Ămbar I raised.â
Ămbar yawned, not really having the energy to care about anything Sharon said. âWell, Iâm not 8 years old anymore.â
Sharon glanced at her. Suddenly, she felt a bit of sympathy, which she rarely felt.
âYou really are sick right now, arenât you?â
âMaybeâŠâÂ
âI can see that⊠you look really tired.â
âIâd like to nap, actually. I donât want to argue with you. I donât have the energy for that.â
âYouâre right. We shouldnât argue. You should get some rest.â
Ămbar closed her eyes.Â
Sharon stared at her for a few moments. âĂmbarâŠ?â she said carefully. No response.Â
She went as close as she could without feeling like sheâd be at risk to be smitten.Â
She had put that little girl down for a nap when she was very young. She knew when Ămbar was actually sleeping.
She almost wanted to pet her, but⊠once again, she did not want to be sick.
Suddenly, Ămbarâs phone vibrated.
Curious, Sharon took it.Â
Emilia: Imagine that tho. You sitting there like a princess and me feeding you. Would be pretty hot lol
Sharon furrowed her eyebrows. What kind of language was this?
She wondered if she could unlock Ămbarâs phone.
Immediately, she walked out in the hallway.Â
âRey! Come over here?â
Rey came very fast.Â
âYes, Miss Benson?â
âUnlock this phone for me, please.â
âRight on it, Miss Benson.â
#i'm aware I have not released any previous chapters on tumblr like this#but i wanna start doing it with my fics#soy luna#lumĂłn#jimyam#simbar#gastina
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Playing Cupid (chapter 10)
New chapter out now! There are only 2-3 left before the end of this fic. The edited version will be out tomorrow on ao3. Also keep your eyes open for a little simbar in this chapter. Luna and Matteo have been building their lives together slowly. Fresh out of college, theyâre planning their future. But by planning this, they have an underlying plan no one knows of. Bringing their best friends together after 4 years of not being happy without the other. How well will their plan of playing Cupid work?
Prologue | chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 | find my other fics here
"So nothing happened?" Luna insisted as she and Nina were walking to the bridal shop for the last dress fitting before the wedding.
"Well, I wouldn't say nothing," Nina answered as she looked down at her feet to hide her blush.
Suddenly, out of excitement, Luna took Nina's arm and pulled it to make her stop. She asked excitedly: "What? What happened? Tell me!"
"You remember the day we went scouting for locations?", Nina said carefully.
"Right, the location you found was even better than the one we initially had," she said, already imagining her and Matteo standing there on front of all their friends.
"When we started talking about you two loving the location, I started imagining the romance that comes with marriage on that venue and there was this moment, where it was just the two of us and we were this close to kissing," Nina gestured with her thumb and pointer finger close to one another to indicate the distance there was between them.
Luna jumped up and down at the news and said: "That's great! That must mean he feels the same way about you."
"I don't want to get too excited. It was just the spur of the moment. It meant nothing," she tried to deny, not wanting to get her hopes up.
"Don't say that, you have to keep hoping," she rested her hand on her best friend's arm in support.
"Let's just get going," Nina said, not wanting to think about it.
Luna understood and together, they started walking again to go to the bridal shop.
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"I'm talling you, she likes you," Matteo said to GastĂłn, also on their way to the bridal shop.
Every bridesmaid and groomsman had to come to the fitting today. The suits were also tailored in the bridal shop.
"I just think she got swept up in the heat of the moment. There was a romantic side to it all," GastĂłn said airily, not wanting to show how much that moment meant to him.
"And I always thought me and Luna were bad at communication," Matteo shook his head in disbelief.
"What are you on about?" he took a look at Matteo to see him roll his eyes.
"We all see they way you look at each other and it's still the same look you had when you were both so in love in senior year at Blake," Matteo explained, "It hasn't changed in six years."
"Really? I haven't noticed," GastĂłn frowned, trying to picture what his best friend is saying.
"Of course you haven't. You know, this all reminds me of the time I was so dumb to see how Luna truly felt about me when that guy Michel appeared," he said with a fond smile, he did frown when he said the name Michel. He would never like that guy.
"Oh, I remember you complaining a lot about that guy. I would have loved to be there to witness your idiocy and to talk some sense into you," GastĂłn chuckled at the many phone calls with Matteo during that time. He really was hopeless when it came to Luna.
"Well, now it's my job to do that," Matteo became serious and continued, "What you need is one clear conversation with Nina and everything will be cleared up."
"You make it sound so simple," he sighed, not believing a word.
"That's because it is," he just answered, "And I'll make sure I'll prove you right. I'll just have to convince Luna, Ămbar and SimĂłn to leave you two alone in a way where you can't do anything but talk."
Matteo held his chin in thought, already trying to come up with dozens of ways to make this happen.
GastĂłn's eyes widened and said: "You're going to do this now?"
"The sooner the better, weddings are all about happiness and romance so I'd love to see you and Nina being happy and together at our wedding," he said.
"You really want us to be together?" GastĂłn said in surprise.
"Of course, I want you to be happy and you've never been as happy as you were with Nina. I know that wouldn't have changed a bit," Matteo said as if it was the world's most known fact.
"Thank you for being such a good friend," GastĂłn smiled and gave him a quick hug, "Now, let's get this fitting over with."
***
"I see you've already started on the champagne," Matteo said with a smile as he entered the bridal shop with his best friend.
"You were just taking too long," Ămbar said with a smirk.
"Is Luna here yet?" Simón asked as he appeared and stood next to his fiancée.
"She was coming with Nina, she's probably running a little late," Matteo answered, "While we wait for the other girls to appear, we can already try the suits for me and the groomsmen."
"Oh, SimĂłn in a suit, I can't wait to see that," Ămbar said as she sat down on the sofa in front of the fitting rooms with her glass in her hands.
"I'm sure you would look radiating in your bridesmaid's dress as well," he flirted and pecked her on the cheek. Getting into the fitting room.
The other guys followed but not before he sent a text to Luna that they needed to talk as soon as she came in.
"Hey, sorry we're late. We ran into some issues on the way," Luna apologized as soon as she came in the shop.
"It's fine, we already got started," Matteo greeted her as he walked out of the fitting room and taking Luna in his arms as he gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Don't you look handsome," Luna said as she looked him up and down.
"I always look handsome," he answered her with a fond smile.
"Let's look at the other before your ego grows too big," Ămbar interrupted their sweet moment.
"Here we are," SimĂłn said as he appeared in front of the four people in the room.
"I'm definitely not disappointed to have come here," Ămbar said as she looked at the guy she loves so much.
"I'm sure I can't compare with you by my side at the wedding," SimĂłn said while he gave her a big smile.
"Alright guys, let the girls put on their dresses and wait with the flirting when you have a room on your own," Matteo said as he put a hand on SimĂłn's shoulder, showing them he's just teasing.
"Let's go Nina, the bride will put on her dress after Matteo left," Ămbar said and took Nina by the arm to lead her to the fitting room.
"Hold on, Ămbar, I'd like to ask you something first," Matteo stopped her before she was gone, Nina already disappeared.
"What's going on?" she frowned, having no clue why she was pulled apart.
"Yeah, your text sounded urgent," Luna interrupted.
"It's time we do some more matchmaking with the two lovebirds that aren't together but really want to be," Matteo said with an excited smile.
SimĂłn turned to GastĂłn to confirm who they were talking about, GastĂłn just rolled his eyes and shook his head in exasperation.
"Is that why you two have been so secretive lately? Because you were playing matchmakers?" Ămbar raised an eyebrow.
"Sadly, yes," GastĂłn sighed.
"Come on, you agreed," Matteo said with a frown.
"I did and I think I'm starting to regret it," he answered.
"You don't," Matteo said without blinking.
GastĂłn answered: "You're right."
"Okay, what's the plan?" Luna interrupted, wanting to get back on track.
"We need to get them to talk alone without interruptions," Mattteo started to explain.
"Easy, just lock them in the fitting room, it locks from the outside," Ămbar simply said.
The four others look at her with a frown.
"What? I might not pull that stuff anymore but that doesn't mean I don't notice things," she said in a flat tone.
"You're brilliant, bonita," SimĂłn said and gave her a kiss on her crown.
"Okay, now we just got to figure out how we get GastĂłn in that fitting room," Luna said, thinking out loud.
"That's easy. He just walks in," Matteo said.
They all start to think for a moment and couldn't find a better alternative. They ended up nodding and agreeing with his plan. It was the best they could do.
"Alright, let's get this crazy plan started," GastĂłn sighed and gave in. Getting ready to finally have the conversation he and Nina had to have.
#soy luna#lutteo#gastina#my soy luna fic#simbar#sl fanfiction#gaston perida#nina simonetti#luna valente#matteo balsano#ambar smith#simon alvarez
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
SOY LUNA Argentina, 2016-2018.
#simbar#soy luna#THIS SCENE Y'ALL#I COULD WRITE 20 FICS JUST INSPIRED ON THE CHEMISTRY THEY HAVE ON THIS SCENE ALONE#and I pretty much have- let's be real#look at his little smirk- he LOVES her cocky side#he might say he doesnt like the teasing but he LOVESSS ITTT#he would so enjoy having her on top of him#or under- he's not picky#soy luna 3#sorry for all those tags I'm ovulating and this scene doesn't help#okay shutting up now
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putonmyfavoriteshow's master fic writing post on-going ~ Violetta the heart of pretending (future franletta/leonetta reverse fake-dating au dramedy; my passion project) Soy Luna ...and they were roommates (post show jazmilia/delfma; self-indulgent rom-com chaos for side-characters who deserved more) BIA the celestial goat & her cosmic fish (platonic-for-now chiarleste's great astrology debate; a dynamic exploration between my favorite kind of bickering sidekicks) finished multi-chaps ~ Violetta a perfectly perfect gift (luty ft. franletta - my first official dcla multi-chap!) luty month (daily prompts from @iristhedeadflower) franletta month (daily prompts from @weirdthoughtsandideas) finished one-shots/two-shots ~ Violetta no boys, no problems (right?) (franletta s2 alternate ending to italy arc) an unexpected evening (jadangie fix-it fic - dcla gift exchange 2022 + bonus dcla pride month chap) midnights (a ludmila pov luty fic + bonus luty month chap) playing murder (and all that jazz) (violetta gang halloween fic - canon pairings) go figure (a naty pov luty fic) the mistletoe experiment (a natila story based on a dcla advent calendar prompt from @countessofravenclaw) welcome to new york (christmas version) (violetta gang xmas fic - canon pairings) it is what it is (luty - angsty ficlet) the deadfast club (violetta gang horror two-shot - luty focus ft leonetta/camcesca)
Soy Luna elevator goes up, elevator come down (simbar s3 missing scene - tumblr soy luna fic week 2021) unlock my heart (when lutteo got locked in the dressing room, except it's jazmilia aka the best non-canon ship ever made by a random wheel) there's a great big beautiful tomorrow (lutteo/gastina tomorrowland adventure - dcla gift exchange 2023) BIA losin' sleep (thiana s2 missing scene inspired by @assim-eu-sou) dream date (romantic chiarleste debut to ao3) non dcla ~ my sorta friend's sister's funeral (victorious - jori - angst/fluff one-shot) even crows have wings (six of crows - kanej - sl/roller skating au one-shot) page 55 (the villains of valley view - hartmy - missing scene drabble) if we were a horror movie (the villains of valley view - hartmy - hartmy watch jennifer's body)
other fan content: my tumblr edits tag my tumblr gifs tag
#my masterlist#my masterpost#my fanfics#pinned post#dcla#this is crazy to see how much i've written in just this past year#a little emo about it đ„ș#thanks for all the inspiration and support friends đ„°#violetta#soy luna#disney bia
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A Simbar fic featuring full Prince Charming SimĂłn and wonderful mother Ămbar yay!
(Probably one of the best and longest work Iâve written so far)
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Forever In Your Arms
âI scraped my knee and now youâre fixing it up and I swear if you donât stop running your hands over my leg, I will kick you.â
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Ămbar stormed out of the Jam and Roller. Furious was an understatement for how she was feeling. âNo Ămbar, wait,â SimĂłn yelled chasing after her. âFor what. So you can tell me it was my fault and that I was the one to blame.â Simon was able to catch up to her and took a hold of her arm so she could stop. She turned around facing him this time and pushed her arm out of his hand. She pursed her lips in anger and barely wanted to see his face.Â
âLook Ambar I wasnât trying to accuse you. I was only trying to ask if you were the one who took Lunaâs lucky keychain. Sometimes we take things by accident.â
âOh please SimĂłn you know thatâs a lie what youâre saying right now. You did accuse me of stealing it. Nobody just takes things by accident and you automatically assumed I purposely stole it. Look I know Iâve done bad things in the past but I have changed and I thought you saw that too but it turns out I was wrong.â
SimĂłn began to stutter seeing Ămbarâs eyes water. âNo no no I donât doubt for a second you have changed ok. I was only curious thatâs all. The keychain wasnât appearing anywhere and you didnât say a single word after Luna told us about it.â
Ămbar bit her lip holding back the tears. She didnât say anything all day but for a reason. A reason she wasnât comfortable to say yet. âSimĂłn you canât quickly assume it was me just because I stayed quiet in a conversation. That is a pity excuse and I thought you knew me very well and would have noticed I havenât said a word all day before that conversation happened. But I was wrong, you donât know me. All I am to you is some girl you imagine me to be. A vision of the perfect woman but you still linger onto the doubt that I havenât changed.â Ămbar turns around and leaves clenching the strap of her shoulder back. The tears were slowly coming out now. She didnât mean to say all of those harsh things to SimĂłn cause she knows he truly does love her but she felt it was best and that he deserved it. He shouldnât have assumed she would do something like that after she has numerously proved that she has changed for good. Out of all the people in the world, it had to be him who doubted her. When that thought settled in at that moment, the pain couldnât escape her lungs.Â
SimĂłn with his head down ambled to the Jam and Roller. There, Luna immediately greeted him. âSimĂłn what happened? I saw you chasing after Ămbar, how did it go?â SimĂłn scratching his head replied, âHorrible. It was the worst. And to be honest I deserved it. What was I thinking to question Ămbar is if she did it? I shouldâve trusted her. She changed to become a better person for good and I, the idiot, doubted her. Now I donât know what to do. She probably doesnât ever want to see me again.â Luna didnât know what to say or do other than hug him.Â
After a two minute silent hug, Luna broke free from his arms and said, âLook itâs going to take Ambar some time to forgive you but I know she will cause she loves you and knows you love her, but you will have to demonstrate that to her these upcoming days.â
âLike how? How can I be able to erase my act of stupidity from existence.â
Luna giggles. âYes it was very stupid what you did but weâre all human and the important thing is you learned from your mistakes. You wonât be able to erase that moment from existence since thatâs not possible but like I said you can truly show her that you are sincerely sorry and really do love her.â
âBut the real question is how do I do that?â SimĂłn being frustrated now.
Luna pauses for a second to think. âWell there are many ways you can show your love for Ămbar. You can write her a song, you can surprise her with a gift, or you can hire a mariachi band to sing to her how sorry you are.â Luna then nudged Simonâs arm and he let out a little chuckle.Â
âLuna, Mariachi bands may have been able to save us many times but I donât think it can save me this time. TĂș Carcel isnât that powerful either so donât even think about it.â
Luna then frowned and jokingly said, âSimĂłn, how dare you disrespect our song that way. Ămbar probably wasnât singing it that day but I can guarantee you, she was singing it in her head.âÂ
âNo but I really blew it this time Luna. I doubted her and lost all of her trust after everything we have gone through together.â
Luna froze for a second. She hasnât seen SimĂłn so disheartening in ages. âLook SimĂłn, what you did was wrong but you canât give up on love so easily. Plus, weâre all human and bound to make mistakes. Eventually she will understand and forgive you.â
SimĂłn rapidly took his hands out of his face to now cover his mouth in shock. âNo no no Iâm so stupid!â
âWell you definitely can be at times but I thought we already cleared up that topic since you came back here.â
âNo itâs that I forgot to apologize. The whole time I was too busy trying to find excuses that I forgot to tell her I was sorry,â SimĂłn stuttered.
âThen what are you waiting for, do it now!â Luna demanded.
âI can't, it's too late already and Iâm in charge of closing up the Jam and Roller today,â SimĂłn whined.
âWell then youâll do it first thing in the morning.â
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Ămbar slammed the door shut behind her. Her anger lingered around the air, ever since she entered the mansion, like strong perfume. Everyone in the house noticed the vibe and felt it was best to leave her alone. Well almost everyone. She paraded around her room scrambling for her journal. She had officially decided for a month now to let out her anger in a journal. She felt like this coping mechanism was easier to work with than her mirror sessions. She had a precise plan laid out. She would write down her feelings, rip the page out of her notebook and stick it into the paper shredder. The paper shredder was a better choice than doing it by hand so no one would even be able to tape back the pieces.Â
Right when she finally found her journal and a pen to use, she heard a knocking at the door. âWho could it possibly be now,â Ămbar agitated wondered. Ambar got up from the covers and annoyingly turned the knob of her door. Her face quickly changed when she saw it was Monica there. âHi Ămbar. I wanted to tell you goodnight before you went to bed.â
âWas that all you wanted to tell me cause it seems like thereâs more.â Ămbar sounded more irritated than what she meant it to be. She sincerely was curious but found it hard to show it.
âWell you appeared upset ever since you came and it made me worried. Since I am a mom, maybe I can help. Itâs ok you can talk to me⊠or not whichever is your choice just know Iâll always be here.â
Ămbar now stared at the floor, contemplating what to say next. The only other person she felt a little more comfortable with when opening up, other than Simon, was surprisingly Lunaâs mom. She always wished ever since she was little to have somebody there to talk to and listen to her, no matter how stupid or unimportant the topic may have sounded.
âI guess you can come in.â
Monica slowly took a few steps into Ămbarâs room. At the time Ămbar didnât realize Monica was carrying something till now. She took out a tray of delicacies from her behind and placed them on the coffee table. There was a cup of milk, a plate of chocolate chip cookies, and a bowl of precisely cut fruit. They were in the shape of little stars. Ămbar couldnât stop but stare at the food.
âI already ate dinner,â Ămbar coldly stated.
âI know you have but you forgot dessert. I brought you some options so you can pick what you like. I even cut up the fruit into little stars since I know thatâs your favorite shape.â
âYou do?!!â
âOf course I do. I remember you once said it in a conversation we had at the dinner table.â
Ămbar couldnât help but get a little teary-eyed. No one has ever put this much effort for her. In fact no one has ever known her favorite shape was a star, not even her best friends Delfi and Jazmin. Itâs her favorite ship since it reminds her of the birthmark she has at the side of her stomach. Monica noticed the shiny, watery glare in Ămbarâs eyes. She thought of the best thing to do, and that was to hug her. Ămbar really started crying in her warm, and gentle embrace.Â
âShh itâs ok hija. Itâs ok. Youâre safe with me.â
The hug lasted for a good ten minutes. Once Ămbar cried out all the tears she had held in, she broke free from the hug.Â
âThank youâŠ. Itâs just me and Simon got in an argument and I know that may sound so stupid cause itâs boy drama but itâs more than that -â
Monica immediately cut Ămbar off and said, âItâs not stupid at all and you donât have to give me an excuse dear, I completely understand.â
This came as a shock to Ămbar. She wasnât used to this at all. Whenever she wanted to talk about anything outside of school to Sharon, her Madrina would scold her for wasting her attention on useless topics and people.
âWell itâs just Iâm worried that no one will ever believe the fact that I have truly changed. How everyone will probably still see me as the same manipulative mean girl I used to be. Iâm tired of gaining everyoneâs trust and belief. I really have changed but I donât know what else to do so they can realize that,â Ămbar now sat down slouching.
âĂmbar you donât have to prove to anyone that you have changed. Youâve already been showing it for quite a long time now. Donât beat yourself up so hard for this. For some people it takes longer than others to trust again. Try not to focus your energy on those people. If they canât see the incredible person I see right in front of me, then it's their loss.â
âYou truly think so.â
âI know so.â
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âWait, Ămbar slow down,â SimĂłn yells out a mile away from her. Ămbar decided to skate in the morning to the Jam and Roller today. She tried to take the other route to avoid SimĂłn, but he knew that she likes to take this path whenever sheâs angry, especially at him.
âCan you please stop following me. I donât want to talk to you.â
âĂmbar I came to apologize and say Iâm sorry.â
This came off as a shock to Ămbar. âYou wh-â Thump. Due to her attention being solely focused on SimĂłn, she didnât realize the big hole on the pavement. Her foot lost control of the wheel and her knee slid on to the pure concrete. Ămbar was on the floor now in pain, clenching on to her knee. It was bleeding and she tried to not show any signs of pain.
SimĂłn came faster than lightning. âĂMBAR!â He bent down to the floor and examined her knee. He then slid his backpack off of his shoulders and unzipped it. He took out a napkin and hurriedly cleaned off the blood streaming down her lower leg. His touch felt like an electric zap and the way his fingers swept across her leg made her badly want to kick him now. Sheâs still angry at him but deep down finds him very romantic the way in how heâs stressing out about her. She shook her head out of a daydream, surprisingly feeling like her prince charming coming to the rescue. She doesnât need a prince even though having one right by her side feels nice. She may be a damsel in distress but can handle this all on her own.Â
âLook itâs ok. I can fix it just let me be.â
âNo youâre not okay Ămbar. I donât care what else you say, and be mad at me for all that matters but Iâm not leaving you alone. I canât bear to witness you hurt. So go ahead and complain all you want but Iâm not leaving.â
Ămbar froze at his response. He untied the plaid shirt around his waist and instead wrapped it around her leg. Before he was able to hear a response from her, he picked her up and carried her bridal style. He skated like the Flash, almost never before. She couldnât help but stare at SimĂłnâs worry look plastered all over his face. Now the electricity in her is building up into fireworks, her heart has never beaten so fast in her life. She can feel his tense grasp around her waist and legs. This position actually felt comforting for her, as if she can stay in his arms forever.Â
Right then and there Ămbar realized how it didnât matter if people didnât believe her or not on whether she has changed. She has people by her side who truly care about her.Â
âYou know Iâm still mad at you.â
âYou can be mad at me for an eternity. I deserve it. As long as you're healthy and safe while you scold me, Iâll forever be happy. I truly am sorry by the way. I do trust you and I donât know why I even doubted you for a second, it was such a dumb decision and I truly regret it,â SimĂłn panted.
âGood. You should regret it. You apologizing and running to help me, not necessarily saving since I donât need saving, has made me a little less angry at you.â
SimĂłn chuckled. âI love you so much bonita. Never forget that.â
âI love you too, stupid,â Ămbar giggled.
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the fact that the Solos videoclip exists is actually so funny
#imagine the conversation#so. for this scene#youâre going to portray your character being so ridiculously thirsty that they daydream about entire musical number#scenes like this are the reason simbar is the only dlatam couple who is allowed to have spicy fic#Disney forgot who they were#simbar#soy luna
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The Blind Date | Simbar Oneshot
AU â Different First Meeting. SimĂłn is 28, Ămbar is 27 (They have 1 year and 5 months of age difference but this is after Ămbarâs birthday, so sheâs already 27). For plot purposes, Luna and SimĂłn are the same age here (not like it matters since sheâs not technically mentioned, but I wanted to clarify in case someone pointed it out.)
Hope you enjoy!
âI still donât like this.â
Walking out of the restaurant, Delfi followed her boyfriend over to the street corner, where they waited for the light to turn green to cross. The sound of traffic and pedestrians was louder here than itâd been inside the establishment, and yet she still made her voice quieter than usual, as if the two still inside would magically hear her. âI mean, set Ămbar up with SimĂłn? Heâs too sweet, sheâs gonna eat him alive!â
For the record, Delfi loved her friend, she really did. But Ămbarâs attitude toward her friends versus the guys they tried for her to meet was totally different. Delfi stayed in there with them until the waiter took their orders just to make sure Ămbar wouldnât leave the date the moment they walked outâ It had happened before.
Her boyfriend held her hand and interlocked their fingers reassuringly. âOkay, one: itâs too late to back out now, my love,â Pedro reminded her. âAnd two, as I see it, he might be the only one with enough patience to deal with her.â
Delfi bit her lip, not very convinced. âI guessâŠâ
There were many reasons why they thought it would be great if those two started going out, but now that theyâd gotten to the moment of truth, she was worried that theory would be nothing like reality.Â
Delfi stole one last glance at the two people sitting inside the restaurant. Ămbar caught her eye through the window and waved at her with a smile.
I should probably start looking for a new amplifier for SimĂłn in case this goes too badly.
The traffic light turned green and Delfi walked away with her boyfriend, praying for the best.Â
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Ămbar lowered her hand the moment Delfi was out of sight.Â
In front of her, her lunch date was smiling a little nervously, but sincerely, as far as she could tellâ SimĂłn, she thought his name was. He wasnât the worst any of her friends had ever fished out for her. At least this one had arrived in a dark blue shirt and black jeans instead of a tank top and basketball shorts. Seriously, what was JazmĂn thinking? Â Â
The guy shifted in his seat now that they were alone and opened his mouth. âSoââ
âLetâs get things straight,â Ămbar cut him off. âThe only reason why Iâm here is to get Delfi off my back. Iâm not interested in the slightest in learning anything about you, and I wonât be sharing any personal information I donât feel comfortable sharing either. Letâs just eat our food and leave. Understood?â
SimĂłn was dumbfounded. He blinked a few times, processing the information, and then backed up slightly in his seat, a little deflated.
âUm⊠Well, I guess that takes the pressure offâŠâ He mused.
Ămbar showed him a fake smile. Good thing he took it so positively.
She looked down at her phone.
SimĂłn rubbed the back of his neck.
âUm, what should we tell our friends about today then?â
She shrugged, scrolling through Instagram. âIâll just say you werenât my type.â
SimĂłn pursed his lips, considering. âOkay, Iâll say that too,â he decided, and then checked his phone as well.
Ămbar snorted. âPlease. Say something believable. Iâm everyoneâs type.â
Now it was him who let out a little laugh. âIf you say so,â SimĂłn said, rolling his eyes a bit.
Ămbar looked up immediately. Her lips pulled up into a murderous smile as she put her phone down. âExcuse me? Whatâs that supposed to mean?â
He shrugged. âYouâre not exactly my type, so⊠I guess not everyoneâs.â
âOh, really? Whatâs your type then, if I may ask? Ugly?â She guessed. âNo personality?â Â
SimĂłn ignored her ironic remarks and just thought over the question.
He gave a little shrug again. She was starting to hate that. âI donât know⊠a girl whoâs kind, sweet, funnyâŠâ
âAnd how can you affirm Iâve got none of those qualities? You donât know me at all.â
âAnd I never will, as you so kindly informed me,â SimĂłn said with a smile, trying his own hand at irony, apparently. âSo, letâs just enjoy our meal and go our separate ways, okay?â
He brought his gaze back to the screen of his phone.
Ămbar watched him for a moment. She crossed her arms, leaning back on her seat. âAre you always this condescending?â
âYou will never know,â he said with a shit-eating smirk. He seemed to be really enjoying himself, the jerk.
Ămbar told herself she didnât care what he thought about herâ she was never going to see him again anywayâ but the fact that he had written her off so quickly annoyed her. It hurt her ego.
So, after the waiter arrived with their drinks, she decided to interact just a tiny bit.
âFine. Weâll have to wait for our orders anyway, so letâs play 20 questionsâ itâll serve to pass the time.â
âOr,â SimĂłn proposed, âwe could just have a regular conversation like normal people.â
Ămbar shot him a look. âDo you want to or not? I can deal with icy silence.â
He sighed. âOkay. 20 Questions it is.â
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âSo, are you always this condescending?â Ămbar asked, after he ceded the first question to her with âladies firstâ.
âNo. At least, no one has ever told me that before. I guess itâs just a side of me that comes out when someone is gratuitously mean to me.â
âI wasnât mean; I was being direct and honest,â she defended. âIf one of us is not actually interested in pursuing a relationship, should we let the other person get their hopes up?â
âNo, but there are nicer ways to say the exact same thing.â
âSure, but if I say Iâm not looking for a relationship right now and âletâs just have a nice time, maybe we could be friendsâ, guys take that as either, one, a ânot yetâ situation and turn it into a challenge, or two, an âoh, okay, I donât want anything serious either; do you want to have a quickie in my car?â
SimĂłn looked horrified. ââŠâŠ Did that really happen or are you exaggerating?âÂ
âWell, those werenât his exact words, but yes, it happened. And the other thing too, more than once, so I learned to not be nice.â Â
SimĂłn remained quiet.
âBy the way, that was your first question; itâs my turn again.â
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They went through the typical small talk questions: what do you do for a living, where did you study, what are your hobbies⊠She knew most of it already from Delfi, like the fact that heâd come from MĂ©xico nine years ago, that he was in a band with Pedro and they met up once per week to play (of course she knew that, he was Delfiâs new boyfriend) and that he worked as a music teacher at a school.Â
âWhatâs your favorite color?â
Ămbar raised an eyebrow. âSeriously? You couldnât think of something more interesting?â
âWell, would you be willing to share anything deeper?â
âNo.â
SimĂłn raised his glass, cheering to that. âFavorite color it is.â
âPurple. Yours?â
âBlue.â He took a sip of his drink. âAnd for your information, favorite colors actually say a lot about a person. Like, from a psychological perspective.â
âReally?â She found that interesting. âWhat does purple say about me?â
âNah uh, itâs my turn. Favorite animal?â
âCat. What does purple say about me?â
âActually⊠I donât remember.â He laughed. âI read it somewhere online the other day. Iâm sure youâll find it if you look it up.â Ămbar grabbed her phone to do just that.
âBut, how would you describe yourself?â SimĂłn asked, curious.
âKind and sweet,â she answered with a smile.
SimĂłn gave her a flat look. âFunny.â
Ămbar smiled wider.
âCome on, seriously,â he encouraged her.
Ămbar thought it over. It wasnât a deep question really, anyone who knew her probably would say the same.
âAssertive,â she started, fishing for the right words. âAmbitious. I go for what I want and I get it. A little bossy sometimes, I admit. But Iâm a good friend, or at least I think I am. I donât like leaving people alone. If I feel like they need someone, I like being there for them.â SimĂłn nodded to himself, like taking this in, or agreeing with her perhaps. âAs long as I can and itâs reasonable, of course,â she clarified. âIâm not going to walk out of my job at the drop of a hat because my friend had a fight with her boyfriend.â
He chuckled. âYeah, that could be quite draining.â
âI return the question to you: how would you describe yourself?â
âKind and sweet.â
She chuckled against her will. He seemed pleased with himself.
âMmm, I donât knowâŠâ he continued, now thinking it over more seriously. âOverall, Iâd say Iâm a good person. I donât know if thereâs anything too special about me other than I play music, but I like helping people, and Iâm a good listener, and a good friend. Iâm⊠enthusiasticâ I donât know if thatâs the right word for it, butâ I love life. I love to experience new things, try new things, even if they donât end up well, and⊠Iâd dare say Iâm funny,â he ended with.
âI think you think youâre funny, which is different,â Ămbar said.
âYou laughed,â he pointed out smugly. Â
âBecause you repeated back my own joke!â She retorted. âIâm the funny one.â
âOkay, okayâŠâ
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âWhat did Pedro say about me?â Ămbar asked out of curiosity a moment after their food arrived. SimĂłn had ordered steak with rustic mashed potatoes and roasted veggies, while she was now digging into her ravioli. âYou know, to convince you to come.â
âActually, Delfi did most of the talking. She said you were very funny, a very good friend, that maybe you could be a little surly but it was ânothing to worry about.â Pedro just put on a smile and nodded his head.â SimĂłn paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. âNow that I think about it, I shouldâve known.â
Ămbar gave him a look, but SimĂłn could tell she wasnât really annoyed.
Wow, how could he know that already? Well, to be fair, she wasnât nearly as inscrutable as she probably thought she was. Secretive, sure. Defensive, absolutely. (Seriously, one would think he was attacking her.) But her expressions, her eyes⊠those werenât that hard to read.
âWell, they both spoke wonders about you.â
Her voice brought SimĂłn back from his thoughts.
âReally?â He asked. It wasnât like he had been expecting them to say bad stuff but, it warmed his heart that theyâd put in a good word for him.Â
âYeah, but I tuned out after the first thirty seconds or so, so I actually have no idea what they said.â
SimĂłn snorted. Of course. âHow do you know they said wonders about me then? Maybe they were warning you about me being a serial killer.â
âFirst of all, I doubt theyâre the kind of people who would say that with big smiles on their faces.â SimĂłn cracked a smile. Yeah, that would be pretty weird. âSecond, no one tries to convince you to go out with somebody and talks about them for ten minutes if they have nothing good to say. And third, that counted as your question; itâs my turn now.â
âDamnâŠâ SimĂłn said, but he couldnât help but smile. He walked right into that one, didnât he? Heâd have to be more alert.
Ămbar took a few sips of her drink, thinking about what to ask next.
âSo, assuming that youâre not a serial killer and that they did speak wonders about you, what would you say is the reason youâre single?â
SimĂłn hesitated for a bit, clearly not having been expecting that question.
After thinking about it for a bit, he answered, âI guess I just suck at choosing women.â
Ămbar scoffed so hard. âReally? So they are the problem? Donât you think thatâs a little convenient?â
âNonono, Iâm not saying I donât have any flawsâ Iâll give you a full list if you want,â he hurried to say. âBut seriously, itâs like Iâm somehow hard-wired to fall for girls who hurt me.â
Ămbar raised her eyebrows with interest. She grabbed her glass. âDo tell.â
SimĂłn sighed heavily. âOkay. My first girlfriend: dumped me two weeks after taking my virginity and then made a pass on one of my friends.â
Ămbar winced. âOuch.â
âWell, we were in high school, so I guess that stuff happens,â SimĂłn tried to minimize it. âMy second girlfriend,â he continued. âShe was very toxic. I didnât know the term back then, but that whole relationship was toxic. If I did what she wanted, she showered me with love, but if not, she got insufferable, and I had to spend days trying to make it up to her even if the whole conflict had been her fault. And then, every time I tried to break things off with her, she found ways to manipulate me. She wore a fracture boot for her ankle and walked around with crutches for a whole month before I found outâshe never even broke it!â
âAre you kidding me?â
âYou would think so, but no.â He leaned forward on the table, getting more into the storytelling. âThen there was my best friend from that time; she was a girl. We had known each other for years. We did everything together, and she supported me a lot when I went through those relationships. Maybe it was for that very reason that I started seeing her differently, and, at some point, I realized I wanted to be more than just her friend. I told her about my feelings after we graduated high school, and she agreed to try it out, so we started dating, and it was very nice for some time⊠Then she friendzoned me in front of this new college guy she fell for. Theyâve been together ever since.â
SimĂłn took a sip from his drink while Ămbar stared, aback. âWow.â
âYeah⊠I came to live here in Buenos Aires after that.â He left his glass back on the table. âThings didnât get much better in the love department though.  There was the girl who could never see me on the weekendsâ Turns out she was still seeing her ex.â He lifted a finger. âThe one who only used me to buy her stuffâ That might have been my best relationship actually.â He lifted another. âThen the girl who only wanted me to make her ex jealousâ Thankfully, I saw that one coming, so we didnât even officially date. And⊠I think thatâs it.â He lowered his hands. âI kind of just focused on getting my degree and then a job. Iâve had a couple of⊠somethings the past two years but, they didnât amount to anything really.â
âSo thatâs why you didnât run out the second I told you I had no interest in you.â Ămbar leaned forward, teasing him with a half-lidded stare. âDid my rudeness turn you on?â
âOooh, yes,â he replied in a heated voice. âPlease, degrade me, spit on my face, you have no idea how that gets me.â Â
Ămbar laughed. Like, really laughed out loud, her hand coming to cover her face because she had always hated how her nose scrunched up when she did that. Â
SimĂłn, on the other hand, was suddenly tongue-tied at the view.
Wow, she really is beautiful.
Heâd known it ever since Delfi showed him a picture, even questioned her about it likeâ âIsnât she too pretty for me?â But there were things an image would never be able to capture.
Fortunately, he had more filter than to say that. But the âI like your smileâ that slipped from his lips was inevitable.
Ămbarâs laugh subsided as her eyes met his. For a second, SimĂłn panicked (the flutter in his heart was panic, right?) Should he not have said that? Would that make things weird? It was just an innocent comment though.Â
Then Ămbar squared her shoulders cockily. âOf course, you do.â
The tension dropped and SimĂłn laughed as she reached for her drink. âOf course, you would say that,â he said shaking his head. âCanât you be humble for once?â
âWith this face? Nah.â She took a sip. âBut I guess your smile isnât so bad either. Itâs not painful to look at.â
âWhy, thank you. Such high praise from your lips, I feel really special.â Â
Ămbar hid her smile behind her glass. SimĂłn was smiling too, but he didnât even try to hide it.
There was a small pause while both ate their food before he spoke again.
âSo⊠What about you?â SimĂłn ventured. âWhy are you single?â
He thought maybe sheâd deem that too personal, but to his surprise, she answered immediately. âBecause I have no use for men.â
SimĂłn raised his brows.
âI just mean that Iâm fine without having a boyfriend,â Ămbar explained. âMy friends donât understand it because theyâre all idiotized by love, but I donât need a guy taking out part of my free time. I work at a law firm, my time is precious, guys just arenât worth it.â
SimĂłn stopped cutting his steak and looked at her, analyzing. âI kinda want to debate that, but before I do, why the disdain?â He asked. âWhat were your previous relationships like?â
She shrugged. âNothing much, I guess. I had some flings while I was young, nothing too serious. I was popular, you see, so pretty much every guy wanted to date me, but they didnât really care about me and I didnât really care about them, because I wasnât stupid enough to believe they really cared, so nothing lasted very long.â
She took a bite from her food and then kept talking. âUntil I met this guy in sophomore year. He was new in school and he was instantly an eye-catcher. He said he was always moving from one place to another because of his dadâs job, but that now it was the first time he really got to stay somewhere. I thought we were kind of similar. Neither of us had had long-term relationships because we knew it would eventually end. For the first time, I found something deeply in common with a guy, and the fact that we were both from good families rapidly pushed us together. We dated all the way through high school and two more years in university. It wasnât perfect, but I was happy.â
SimĂłn made a face, dreading what he was going to hear but needing to ask. âAnd then what happened?â
Ămbar raised her glass to her lips. âHe cheated on me with my cousin.â
SimĂłn did a double-take. âWowâ What?â
âYeah. We were at our summer house on vacation, I had invited him to spend it with my family. We were there for only two days before I found them making out. Turns out it had been going on for a while, way before we left for the summer. Me and my cousin were never close, so it didnât really hurt me on that front, but the fact that he had the nerve to do it in my own house, with a relative, right under my very nose⊠I made him pack his bags and leave. He took the next flight back to Buenos Aires and my cousin followed him. I believe theyâre still together but I havenât really asked.â
SimĂłn was stupefied. âAre you kidding me?â
Ămbar shook her head. âApparently, he discovered true love with her or something.â
SimĂłn shook his head too but with outrage. âThat guy is the stupidest idiot in the whole wide world. I mean, who would cheat on you?â
She raised an eyebrow. âI thought I wasnât your type.â
âMaybe, but Iâm not blind,â SimĂłn retorted. âAnd even thenâ If he really liked your cousin, he couldâve just told you, he couldâve broken up with you first. Cheating is so wrong, and itâs cruel, and disrespectful, and you areââ
He stopped himself short, mouth hanging open as their eyes met.
Ămbar found herself anticipating what he would say. When had that happened? Since when did she care what he thought of her to the point of holding her breath?Â
SimĂłn looked down and cleared his throat. âYou didnât deserve that,â he finished in a quieter voice. âNo one does.â
Ămbar focused on her ravioli again, ignoring how sheâd expected him to say more. âLooks only get you so far, Iâve foundâŠâ She ate one more bite before continuing the conversation. âAnyway, after that, I realized what a gigantic waste of time that relationship had been and decided that it just wasnât worth it. Iâm content with my life. I have a nice apartment, a promising professional future⊠I donât need anything else.â
Sheâd eaten two more bites when SimĂłn spoke again. âBut donât you want more?âÂ
Ămbar looked up at him. âWhat do you mean?â
âAt the end of the day, relationships arenât really because you need to be with someone,â he said. âThere are other ways to deal with lonelinessâ a pet, for example.â
He leaned forward on the table.  âWhen you date someone itâs because you want to have that kind of connection with another person. A partner. Someone to talk to about how your day was when youâre back from work and to tell all of your stories to. Someone to share your life with, who supports you, even with all your flaws, and to whom you are the most important person in the world, and theyâre the most important person to you too. It can be a little scary when someone has that much power over you,â he admitted. âI wonât deny that it can be easier to live without it. You donât need it⊠but you choose it. A relationship is two different people, choosing to stay together every day because, in spite of all their problems, they make each other happy and they want to be together. So, they work for that.â
Ămbar had completely forgotten about her meal or the world around her, immersed in the life he pictured, in the words he intertwined with wonder, longing, and wistfulness.
âHow do you get someone to choose you every day of their life?â She wondered out loud.
SimĂłnâs lips turned into a smile that was a little sad. âWell, thatâs the hard part. I clearly havenât figured it out or I wouldnât be here.â
The world came crashing back to her.
Ămbar straightened in her seat. âRight, I forgot for a second there that you have horrible experiences,â she said sourly. âYou almost made me believe your emotional speech about the wonders of love.â
And it was stupid, really. She knew how reality worked. Even if what he described happened for someone, it was so rare it was almost a miracle.
SimĂłn looked down. âYeah⊠love hasnât been very kind to me.â He grabbed his cutlery and brought them to his meal. âBut I still believe in it.â
Ămbar couldnât help but look at him in disbelief. âWhy?â Â After all heâd been through? After all Iâve been through?
SimĂłn looked up at her, huffing out a short laugh. âBecause what a sad life it would be if I didnât,â he said, and focused on finishing his food, eating his last bites of mashed potatoes.
Ămbar sat immobile for moment, just watching him. His words had hit her, but she didnât know what to say.
Her first instinct was a defensive retort. âYouâre saying my life is sad?â It was a little insulting, and she couldâve certainly called him out on it, even if it didnât seem like he meant it that way. But she didnât voice that complaint because⊠Was it?Â
âWhose turn was it to ask now? Yours or mine?â SimĂłn asked, pulling Ămbar out of her musings. âAnd before you say it, that does not count as my question,â he pointed at her playfully.
Honestly, Ămbar was so distracted she didnât remember either. âI think itâs your turn,â she replied.
âOkay.â SimĂłnâs eyes wandered a little, thinking of what to ask. His gaze settled on her plate, all but empty now, and then glanced at his own. The smile on his face faded. âWell, seeing as weâre both pretty much done with our food⊠Are you going to have dessert?â He asked slowly, with an apprehensive tilt to his voice that indicated he was expecting a no.
Ămbar shouldâve said no. Her plan had always been to finish this as soon as possible and go back to her normal routine, with her apartment, her job, and her friends.
But looking at SimĂłn now, she didnât feel the urge to run. In fact, there was a part of her that wanted to keep listening to him talk about the world and learn what other views he had about different things.
She called it curiosity. She wasnât ready to call it anything beyond that. But dessert? That she could do. Â
She showed him a smile. âYeah, why not?â
SimĂłnâs face betrayed his surpriseâ He really had been convinced sheâd say noâ but then a grin lit up his features. âOkay!â He said, and called over a waiter.
Ămbar thought she liked his smile too.
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The conversation flowed after that. They continued with their questions, but their answers werenât short and to the point anymore. They ended up trading stories with each one, and SimĂłn got Ămbar to laugh again, with a joke that he âthought of all by himselfâ he pointed out, making her shake her head and roll her eyes.
It was fun. And easy.
It didnât feel like a waste of time.
SimĂłn finished his ice cream, and Ămbar finished her chocolate lava cake, and then it was time to ask for the check. Â
When the waiter came with it, Ămbar pulled out her wallet, but SimĂłn offered to pay for both of them. She protested, saying that the fairest was for each of them to pay for their own food, but he insisted, saying it was no problem since heâd already come with the intention of paying anyway.
If he pays, it was a dateâ an anxious voice rang in her mind. She had always intended to pay for herself, as one final proof that it had just been a shared lunch and nothing more.
SimĂłn took out his card and smiled at her reassuringly.
She let him pay.
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The weather was nice as they walked out of the restaurant. The sun had gone down a little, so its warmth remained but none of its scorching heat.
The two walked a few steps as to not block the entrance for other people and then turned to face each other.
âWell⊠It was nice meeting you, Ămbar,â SimĂłn said with a faint smile. âI hope Delfi lets you off the hook for a while after this.â
âIt was nice meeting you too,â she replied. âNow I have sad love stories to tell myself if I ever want to make myself feel better.â
They laughed.
Once the mirth subsided, it was time to fill the silence.
âOkay, well, Iâm parked this way,â SimĂłn said, pointing to one side of the street. âDid you get here by car too? Or do you want me to maybe drive you somewhereâŠ?â
âNo, no, itâs fine, thank you,â Ămbar told him. âI live close by, so Iâm just gonna walk home,â she pointed behind her.
âOh,â SimĂłn glanced behind her, âyouâre⊠headed that way then?â He pointed.
âYeah, Iâm headed that way,â she confirmed, pointing in the opposite direction to his car. Â
SimĂłn nodded. âOkay. Then⊠I guess weâre saying goodbye here.â
âIt appears so.â
After some more nervous shifting, SimĂłn surged forward to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. âBye.â He parted. âGood luck with everything.â
âYou too.â
SimĂłn turned around and started walking toward his car with a grimace.
Kiss on the cheek. Why did you kiss her on the cheek? You shouldâve just waved, that was too much. What if you made her uncomfortable? God, that was lame. Lame, lame, lame, youâre so lame.
âSimĂłn!â
He stopped in his tracks and whirled around toward Ămbarâs voice. She came near him and stood in front of him again.
âYou didnât get to 20,â she said, holding the strap of her purse with both palms. âYou can ask me one more thing if you want.â
SimĂłnâs heart raced. He studied Ămbarâs expression, trying to make sure if this meant what he thought it meant.
He chose to take the risk.
âCan we meet again?â
He didnât want this to be the last time he talked to her. Even if it didnât lead to anything, even if she was still convinced that she was better off alone, he just wanted to see her for a little longer.
Ămbar looked at him and her lips trembled into a tiny smile. âI was actually giving you the chance to ask for my number,â she said with amusement.
SimĂłn blinked. âOh. Oh!â He sprang into action, searching his pockets quickly for his phone. âYeah! That would be greatââ
âNope, you lost your chance.â She took a step back, smiling widely. âBut Iâll think about what you said.â
Ămbar turned to leave and threw one last look at him over her shoulder. âBye, SimĂłn.â
SimĂłn stared open-mouthed as she walked away, and a short laugh burst from his lips. He shook his head and turned to leave too. He couldnât stop smiling.
The next day, he got a message on his phone from an unknown number.
It was only one word, but he knew immediately who the sender was.
âYes.â
âŠ
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Can you all believe this fic has been sitting in my files 80% finished since 2019?! Seriously, what took me so long?!
Anyway, itâs here now, and I think my acquired knowledge throughout these past years gave it a boost from the original draft, so I guess allâs well that ends well <3 If thereâs anything you donât like, I blame 2019âs C, not me.
Thank you all for reading. See you next time! - C
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Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden: Chapter ten
Sometimes when your heart breaks⊠it feels like there is no way to fix it. No matter what you try. All the memories get left behind as something unfinished⊠But maybe, there is to way to fix it, A second chance. Some way to finish the story you two started writing because it was never the end, but just a part of the story⊠even if you have to travel far to achieve it.
You can say "Goodbye", you can say "Hello". But you'll always find your way back home.
âWas that your phone?â Nina asked as GastĂłnâs phone dinged.Â
They had been studying at the library on the evening as the term finals closed in on them. There only was about a month left before the exams, and the summer would begin.
âOh, yeah I think it was,â GastĂłn reached for his phone and looked at it. âIt was an email⊠from Renishaw.âÂ
âWhat does it say?â Nina closed the book she had been browsing through, âI thought you already got the job.â
âI did,â GastĂłn opened the email. He would be continuing the internship he had done at Renishaw last summer, this summer. âIt must be just some information.â
âHe opened the email and read it through. âHuh?âÂ
âWhat is it?â GastĂłn looked up and saw Ninaâs face growing in concern.
âOh, nothing bad,â he reached her hand in reassurance, âJust the email said that I donât need to do the three-week intern training period there, because I was there last year.â
âIs that a bad or good thing?â
âGood,â GastĂłn laughed while playing with Ninaâs fingers, âIt means that I have three weeks free at the start of summer. So, what do you wanna do?â
âWhat am I supposed to want to do?â Nina looked at him. The look of slight confusion on her face was way too cute, and GastĂłn had to try his hardest not to get distracted.Â
âWell, it would be a waste if we just sit here the whole summer. There are lot of different things we can do.â
âI donât know how to come up with something. You choose.â
âWell, if you want me to.â GastĂłn grinned at Nina, âWe already were at Kent, but there are lot of other places here as well.â GastĂłn stopped to think for a moment, âbut, honestly, we can just do that during the weekends if we want, so⊠How about we go back home?â
âHome?â Nina looked up at his eyes, âYou wanna return to Buenos Aires?â
âWell⊠Yeah.â GastĂłn reached to take both of her hands to his and ran his thumps over them. âI have been thinking that for a while now. I mean, I didnât come back last year, and honestly kind of regret it. Matteo really tried to get me to come. So, youâd like that, if we did go back? We could stay at mine.â
âYes, I really would love that,â Nina smiled at him, âYour parents would be fine with us staying there?â
âOf course. I am not sure about their schedules right now, but if we get to be by ourselves, Iâm not gonna be upset.â GastĂłn got up from his chair and moved to one on the other side of the table next to Nina.
âLuna will be so excited,â Nina smiled, âIt would be so great to see everybodyâŠand we can tell them.â
âRight, they donât know,â GastĂłn laughed, âAlmost forgot about that. If Luna and Matteo have kept their mouths shut, which I think they actually have. Jazmin would have flown across the ocean to make a video about this.â
âSheâs probably never going to change in that aspect,â Nina laughed, âAt least Delfi shut Fab and Chic down, but Jazmin is never going to stop.â
âWeâre never going to live to see that day,â GastĂłn agreed, âHow about we just call Matteo and Luna now, and let them know, so we can plan accordingly? And make sure nothing has actually leaked and they are just waiting to ambush us.â
âThat's a good idea.â
âWell, lets not waste any time.â GastĂłn took his phone out and called Matteo.
âHey!!!â Matteo appeared on the screen after a moment, âNice to see you fancy school people. I was beginning to worry that you are beginning to forget how to speak Spanish.â
âWe spoke yesterday,â GastĂłn snarked while changing his phone to his other hand, while wrapping the other around Nina. âIs Luna there?â
âWe want to talk to you both.â Nina continued.
âYeah, she is here⊠somewhere.â Matteo appeared to look around, âI think she went to the kitchen.â
Nina and GastĂłn looked as Matteo got up, from Mansionâs living room from the looks of it, and started walking around.Â
âSheâs with Simon in the kitchen,â Matteo whispered to them, âDo you want toâŠ?â
âJust donât show the screen,â GastĂłn said, while their view on the video call got quite crooked as Matteo lowered the phone.
âChica Delivery,â Matteo entered the kitchen where Luna was sitting with Simon and Ambar, âCan you come with me for a moment?â
âFor what?â Nina and GastĂłn heard Lunaâs voice question.Â
âWe, uhm, have a phone call,â GastĂłn felt half bad for kind of finding Matteoâs stumblings in the attempt of hiding who he had been talking, kind of funny.
âFrom who?â Simonâs voice rang, âWhy the secrecy?â
âThere is no secrecy. It is my cousin, wants to meet my girlfriend,â Matteo continued, âAnd its none of your business anyway.â
âYou know, if you wanna make out, you can just say so!â Ambarâs voice yelled as Luna and Matteo walked to the mansionâs stairwell.
âWhat does your cousin want from me?â Luna questioned as they entered her room.Â
âItâs not my cousin,â Mateo huffed and sat on her bed, flipping the videocallâs camera back to the front and spoke to Nina and GastĂłn. âI hope this means we can stop this act at some point soon.â
âOh my gosh!!! Hi!â Luna jumped next to Matteo on the bed. âYou could have just said that it was them.â
âActually, your performance was very entertaining,â GastĂłn laughed.Â
âGlad you enjoyed it,â Matteo rolled his eyes sarcastically. âSo what is up with you two?â
âWell, we want to talk with you two about something,â GastĂłn started talking, âYouâll probably be happy about that, since you like to complain.â
âUuuuuu, about what?â Luna leaned closer, excited.
âWe were talking about the summer, and GastĂłnâs internship doesnât start until in a few weeks from starts of the summerââ Nina started explaining, ââso we thought weâd come back, for a couple of weeks.â
âREALLY!?!â Luna started jumping, âOMG! You are really planning on coming back?â
âYeah, I think we both miss all of you there,â GastĂłn responded, âPlus, maybe it is time to let everyone know, about us I mean. You two havenât told anybody right?â
âOf course not.â Matteo scoffed clearly smiling, âEveryone else is in deep darkness about you two, even if it really should be really obvious, if they just saw your faces.â
âWell, thats the plan, we want to tell everybody.â
âSo, when exactly are you coming, on what day?â Matteo asked, âBecause, uhm⊠actually, I have an idea. Weâll be at Italy for a couple of days at the start of summer, so what if we fly to you after that and then we fly back to Argentina together.â
***
âI wonder what Matteo bribed Luna with to get her on this early morning flight,â GastĂłn said to Nina as they were walking towards Luna and Matteoâs arrival gate at 9:35 the morning at Heathrow.
âI honestly donât know, or do I want to know,â Nina shook her head and turned to look at GastĂłnâs watch, âWhen is it landing?â
âIn ten minutes,â GastĂłn said pulling her closer by the waist as they sat down. âWe better enjoy the quiet while we can.â
âYou know you miss them,â Nina rolled her eyes at him before leaning her head in his shoulder, âBut it probably will take a while until they can get off. I canât imagine Luna and the baggage claim conveyer belt are good friends. Remember when she was convinced that she had lost her bag at Cancun during Roda Fest?â
âGood times,â GastĂłn laughed before brushing a strand of hair back behind Ninaâs ear. He looked like he was about to lean in to kiss her when a burst of people started coming out of the arrivals gate.Â
There was no sign of Luna and Matteo until the crowd started dwindling.Â
âÂżEstĂĄs seguro de que esta es la direcciĂłn correcta?â A bubbly voice all a sudden was heard at the terminal.
âYes, this is the right direction.â
âBut are you sure? We need to find them.â
âI have been here before⊠I am sure.â
Nina and GastĂłn raised their heads to see a couple walk out of the gate. Luna was hard to miss in the crowd while she was wearing a flagrantly bright rainbow summer dress.Â
âBut are they here?â Luna was jumping on her tiptoes on the platform sneakers she was wearing, âWhat if they went to the wrong gate?â
âThey didnât,â Nina and GastĂłn saw Matteo and Lunaâs heads turn towards them and they got up from the bench they had been sitting. âTheyâre right there.â
âAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhh!â Nina felt GastĂłn detach his arm from around her, just a few moments before she was tackled into an extremely tight hug. Wasnât Luna just at the other side of the terminal? Well, maybe she had finally actually learned to fly. âI MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!â
âI missed you too.â Nina hugged Luna back, and Luna tightened her grip, so it got hard to breathe for a moment.Â
âYou look so good!â Luna still kept jumping up and down after she had released Nina, âYou have not fully turned into a âposh English ladyâ on me?â Luna joked.
âNo, never,â Nina laughed. She turned to look at GastĂłn who was just coming out of his own hug with Matteo.
âI honestly canât believe this! Youâre together again. True love really conquers all!â Luna gushed after tackling GastĂłn in a hug as well.Â
âI am with her,â Matteo laughed, âI honestly needed to see this in person, so now I can fully believe it.â
âYou need a demonstration?â Nina saw GastĂłn smirk before his arm wrapped around her pulling her into a kiss.Â
***
âSo, you are looking very well,â Matteo nudged GastĂłn with his elbow. They had separated from the girls at first when they had arrived at campus because Luna had wanted to see Ninaâs room. âSuch a different tune from the fall.â
âWell, it is hard to mask how happy she makes me.â GastĂłn smiled as he opened the door to his room. Oliver and Jacob had left to their homes earlier during the week.
âAnd everything that comes with it?â Matteo raised an eyebrow suggestively as he sat down.
âWell, I donât have any reasons to complain,â GastĂłn nodded his head, âSheâs amazing, in any way imaginable. Even though I do sometimes fear that Ninaâs mother is getting ready to wring my neck for what we have been doing, like she probably would have when Nina was 17.â
âAre you in a relationship if you are not scared of your in-laws?â Matteo laughed, âOh, I can finally say this in person. Congratulations, youâre no longer acting like an idiot!â
âYou been waiting for a long time to say that huh?â GastĂłn punched Matteo lightly on the shoulder.
âYes!â Matteo punched him right back, âI have been watching you to be the biggest mess in your life when it has come to Nina for FOUR years now⊠itâs finally over! I am just so happy about you two being happy.â
âI mean, I could say the same about you and Lunaââ GastĂłn was interrupted by the door opening. Had he not locked it and the girls were coming⊠No, they would have heard them afar.
âI thought you left in the morning?â GastĂłn asked as James suddenly walked through the door.
âSeries of unfortunate events⊠because I donât have a car,â James leaned on the doorframe, âDadâs picking me upâŠâ James moved his eyes in the room and finally noticed Matteo, â...Iâm sorry, I didnât realize you had company. Wait⊠are you Matteo?â
âEn vivo y en persona.â Matteo got up from the bed, while eyeing James verily. GastĂłn had not really considered how this meeting would go down before this moment. Matteo out of principle wasnât the biggest fan of GastĂłnâs other friends âwhom he had never met until nowâ because he was a bit territorial about their friendship. On the other hand, Matteo did know that what he and GastĂłn had was never going to be broken.Â
âMatteo, be nice.â He said in Spanish.
âI am always nice,â Matteo rolled his eyes before offering his hand to James and switching to English, âMatteo Balsano, GastĂłnâs best friend.â
âJames Wilson,â James shook Matteoâs hand, âNice to finally meet you, since I have heard a lot about you. Plus, I have heard you multiple times, but never understood what was being said.â
âYeah, Spanish can be a hard language to master⊠But I managed to do it once upon a time.â Matteo deadpanned. GastĂłn found this scene purely comical.
âSo, you are flying to Buenos Aires in the evening?â
âYeah,â GastĂłn answered James, âMatteo and his girlfriend flew here from Italy, so we can go back together. Ninaâs showing her around.â
âOh yeah, you finally got to meet her,â James directed his words to Matteo who threw GastĂłn a side glance. âI am sure you have heard all about everything to do with Nina, so you definitely can agree that it definitely was such a relief that GastĂłn stopped being an idiot.â
âYeah, I have a lot of experience with him being an idiot when it comes to girls. Ninaâs no exceptionâ Matteo started saying, his side eye towards GastĂłn growing âBut yep, I have met her⊠for the first time.â
âDonât oversell it,â GastĂłn said to Matteo in Spanish so James couldnât hear. âWe should probably go find the girls.âÂ
âJames, I see you at the fall.â He patted James on the back as he and Matteo walked out of the door.
âHow long are you gonna keep this up?â Matteo questioned as they were walking down a hallway, âThese guys still donât know about your crazy quest for the invisible internet girl?â
âOr that I knew her before at all,â GastĂłn shook his head, âI even told them that Lunaâs name is Sol, because otherwise, it would look quite weird that my best friend's girlfriend has the exact same name as Ninaâs best friend.â
âYou do know that you need to tell them someday,â Matteo continued, âYou canât lie to save your life, so I am surprised that anyone has ever bought this. Theyâll find out during the wedding anyway.â
âWhen have you become this wise?â GastĂłn nudged Matteo with his elbow.
âI have always been like it,â Matteo shrugged laughing, âBut donât change the subject. They need to know before the wedding.â He looked at GastĂłn smirking, âWhat? We both know that thatâs the endgame here. Not like you havenât thought about it.â
âOf course, I have.â GastĂłn smiled. He had thought about it, maybe a little too much for only being 20, but he couldnât help it. That was the only future he saw in his mind. âBut, we've only been together again for a little over a month. We canât just pick up where we left off and were young. Ninaâs 19. Ana would actually kill me. I guess there is no rush, if we're being realistic here. Itâs not like you have any proposal plans yet either.âÂ
âHey! We were talking about you!â Matteo pointed a finger at GastĂłn.
âItâs really good to have you back!â GastĂłn started laughing.
âYou too,â Matteo hugged him suddenly, âI honestly missed you, a lot.â
***
âAre your roommates here?â Luna asked while skipping ahead of Nina in the stairwell.
âNo, I told you, Marlee and Ariana went home earlier this week.â Nina explained as she opened the door to the level where her room was located.Â
âAwww, thats sad.â Luna hung her head as they walked on a hallway, âThey sound awesome, I would like to meet them.â
âI am sure you will,â Nina said as she opened her dorm roomâs door.
âUuuuuuu, this room is nice,â Luna gushed as they walked into the room. It was a little more bare than normal as Marlee and Ariana had taken most of their things home. âBut have you been staying here alone now that theyâve gone?â
âNo, I havenât been staying here,â Nina said as she sat on her bed. âGastĂłnâs roommates are also gone, so I have been spending the night there.â
âOh, right,â Luna said while jumping next to Nina, âSo, do you need any help with packing?â
âI got everything sorted out yesterday,â Nina said while pointing to the suitcase next to the bed. That had been one of the only times she had actually been back in her room after Oliver and Jacob had been gone. Staying in separate rooms with GastĂłn didnât make any sense when they werenât forced to do it.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.Â
âAre we going to eat or what?â Matteo and GastĂłn appeared through the door, âI am starving.â
*
Nina and GastĂłn were sitting at the table with Ana. They had arrived in Buenos Aires the morning the day before and stayed at GastĂłnâs house. Ninaâs mom had insisted that they come to have lunch with her as soon as they arrived.Â
Ana knew about them already, Nina had told her parents pretty soon after they had talked to GastĂłnâs parents. Their friends at Buenos Aires on the other hand⊠still had no idea, but they had a plan⊠or part of it. After they were done with Ana they were going to meet with Luna and Matteo at the mansion.Â
According to their plan, Simon and Ambar would be the first ones to be told. Luna and Matteo had told them that Nina would be visiting. After that, they would figure out how to tell the others.Â
âIsla and Marco must be happy to have you back,â Ana said addressing GastĂłn.Â
âWell, they would be,â GastĂłn laughed, âIf they were here. Theyâre in Columbia. They were actually quite mad, that we were coming back while they were gone. But theyâll be back next week, and I will get no peace.â
âWell, I understand them quite well,â Ana turned toward Nina, âI would be the same way if you came back while I wasnât here.â
âWell, you never travel anyway,â Nina rolled her eyes, âSo you donât need to worry about that.â
âWhy would I want to travel? Ana continued, âThere is plenty of justice in need to serving right here in Buenos Aires. Not like your father, who seems to be very at home at Miami.â
âYou know Dadâs very happy there,â Nina responded, âWhat would he need to be here anyway? Iâm not here. Oh, did you get those boxes I asked for?â
âYes, I did.â Ana said, âWhat do you need them for?â
âI need to sort out my stuff so I can ship some of it over.â Nina answered. She had thought she had already explained this to Mom. âI am not going to be gone forever. We talked about this. Just until I am done with my degree. If you feel lonely you can just say so.â
âActually, have you talked to Mora lately?â
âNo, not really,â Nina furrowed her brow.Â
âWell, sheâs coming back from Milan.â Ana smiled.
*
âWhat are you looking at?â Nina asked as she walked back to her room after grabbing couple things from downstairs. Her mother had left to meet a client so Nina and GastĂłn had been left alone. They had few hours before they had agreed to meet up with Luna and Matteo.Â
GastĂłn had been standing in front of her nightstand looking at something. Nina walked behind him. He was holding the framed picture from her graduation with everyone, in his hand.
âYou were very beautiful,â His head turned towards her for a moment. There was clear sadness in his eyes. âI should have been there.â
âNo one can blame you for not being,â Nina wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind. âYou were across the ocean and had a lot of things going on. Renishaw is more than a formidable place to have an internship at as a freshman and look where it has gotten you now.â
âThat's what I said to Matteo, but I was lying,â GastĂłn put the photo back down, âIf I would have tried, I could have come to see your performance live at the River Live Fest, Lunaâs party, and to your graduation. Mom and Dad have miles for the rest of my life⊠I just couldnât do it. It wouldnât have been fair to you and⊠I couldnât have borne to see you, with him.â
âI canât blame you for that either.â
âHeâs not in this picture.â
âI broke up with him the day before,â Nina explained. She still felt guilty when she thought of that. âSo, he obviously didnât show up. I donât know what happened with him afterward, except that he doesnât work at Roller anymore. Maybe itâs for the best that we donât see each other, I hurt Eric way too much for it to be fair for us to be friends.â
âYou could never hurt anybody.â GastĂłn turned around and ran his finger on Ninaâs cheek.Â
âBut I have, and probably will in the future.â Nina shook her head before looking into his eyes, âWhy are we even talking about my ex? Thereâs no point to that, heâs gone, and I am in love with you. I only hope that he is happy, the way I am.â
GastĂłn pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around Nina as she leaned her head on his chest. Her mind turned to peaceful almost at once.Â
âSo, I am pretty sure your stuff isnât going to pack itself,â GastĂłn said looking around in Ninaâs room. âAre you taking those photos?â
âShould I?â Nina asked looking at her nightstand, âDid you pack the ones you have from your graduation?â
âYes. I thought Iâd take that whole album.â GastĂłn nodded, âItâs just something nice to have. Those are good pictures.â
âI agree,â Nina said, turning her head, âIâll look through some of the books I have here, see if I wanna take any.â
She was leaning forward on the bookcase when she felt fingers trace down on her spine.Â
âWhat are you doing?â She turned around and GastĂłnâs arm grabbed her tight around the waist.Â
âWell, just a thought. I did some calculations, and we have more than plenty of time on our hands and your motherâs goneâŠâ
âWe were supposed be packing.â A smile formed on Ninaâs lips as his hand moved to her hip, caging her against the wall next to the bookcase. She had no actual intention of fighting his intentions, she had truthfully thought about it herself. GastĂłn was just the one who acted on more daring impulses faster.
âWe can 100 percent get it done, but now that weâre alone, and will probably be hounded by everyone the rest of the day when we get to the mansion.â
âAha.â
***
âWelcome!â Luna and Matteo were waiting for them at the mansionâs gate when GastĂłn drove his car up to the gate.  Â
âIs everything in order?â Nina asked Luna as they started walking across the garden.
âYes,â Luna was practically bouncing. âSimon and Ambar are thinking that just Nina is coming.â
âPedroâs not here,â Matteo continued, âHeâs out with Delfi, house hunting. Or not house hunting exactly but looking for an apartment so they can move in together.â
âOh, I just love surprises!â Luna jumped up.Â
âLets just hope itâs a good one,â GastĂłn ran his hand on the back of his neck. He had been detached from the rest of the group, you couldnât get around that fact, so he was a little nervous.Â
âWhy wouldnât it be?â Luna looked at him. âWhen has love not been good news?â
âWell, it will be a surprise,â Nina reached to take GastĂłnâs hand, âNo one knows that we even ended up at the same campus.â
âI canât wait to see Simonâs face,â Matteo laughed.Â
âIâm excited!â Luna jumped again as they got to the door.
âHere we go,â GastĂłn shared a look with Nina and tightened his grip on her hand as Luna opened the door and four of them walked inside the mansion. The hall was empty.Â
âHey!â Luna yelled inside the house and winked an eye to the others, âSHEâS HERE!â
After a moment, footstep started approaching them.
âNinaâs here already?â Ambar, wearing pastels once more, emerged from direction of the kitchen, Simon behind her. âSo great that youâre backâŠâ
Ambarâs voice trailed off as GastĂłn felt both of hers and Simonâs eyes focus on him. Amber clearly was attempting to minimize the shock on her face.
Simon on the other hand did not even try: âWhat?â
*
âYou need to tell us everything,â Ambar said once everyone was sitting down at the mansionâs living room. âI mean, we knew nothing about this at all.â
âWell, itâs a long story,â GastĂłn said looking at Nina, âWe will probably never know how this happened, but someone somewhere was clearly on my side. I have mentioned my friends before, Jacob, Oliver, James, but important to this are Ariana and Marlee.â
âWho just happened to be my roommates,â Nina continued, âSo it was kind of impossible to avoid each other.â
âWe bumped into her on the first day, not that I knew that Nina was there, Matteo.â GastĂłn shot a side-eye towards his best friend, âSo I thought I was hallucinating for a second. But that being said, it was just impossible to stay away from her. Should have known that from the other times I tried that. Itâs impossible.â
âWe all know that fighting against something that is inevitable has no use,â Simon said draping his arm around Ambar.Â
âBut you kept this under wraps really well,â Ambar continued, âI mean, I am gonna be honest here, many of us, me included were curious of what would become of you now that Nina had come to Oxford, but then we heard nothing.â Then she suddenly turned toward Luna and Matteo, âI also canât believe that you two knew about this and somehow kept it secret.â
âI can keep a secret.â Luna protested.Â
âWell, yes, you can, but I thought you would have been bouncing off the walls.â
âShe was, trust me.â Matteo remarked, âNot like they told us right away either, though.â
âIt was two weeks,â GastĂłn rolled his eyes, âAnd you were the first to know before anybody else.â
âHow did your other friends react?â Simon asked.Â
âWell, thats the thing,â GastĂłn smiled shortly, âThey do not know. I mean they know that were together and I had to deal with month of nagging about needing to ask Nina out, not just from Matteo. All they know that I had a girlfriend in Buenos Aires who I left⊠they donât know that Ninaâs the same person.â
âSeriously?â Simon and Ambar looked astonished, âThat kind of secret is almost impossible to keep.â
âThey donât speak any Spanish, so we donât need to worry about saying something and being overheard,â Nina started talking. GastĂłn slid his arm on her waist, lacing his left-hand fingers with hers. âWe know that we need to tell them at some point, but donât exactly know how. Yet anyway.â
âIt is one step at the time, right now.â GastĂłn continued, âRight now, we need to tell you all that weâre back together. You weâre the first ones after Luna and Matteo, then there are the rest.â
âDo you have any plan for that?â Luna asked, âBecause Ramiro took Jim and Yam to Chile.â
âThats the problem, not everyone is even here.â Nina breathed. Â
âI might have an idea,â Ambar perked up suddenly.Â
âAll the help is welcomed.â
âOkay good,â Ambar continued, âUnlock your phones and give them to me.â
âOkayâŠâ GastĂłn and Nina handed their phones to Ambar.Â
âSo, I trust, when the case is two of you, that you have pictures.â Ambar looked very focused, âPreferably one where you are kissing.â
âYes, we do.â
âPerfect. Now everyone else, mute the group chat.â Ambar chucked her own phone to Simon. âSo, I have your permission to do this?â She looked at Nina and GastĂłn.Â
âYes.â
âGreat,â Ambar smiled and handed them their phones back. âNow everyone will definitely know within the hour. If I have learned anything from Delfi and Jazmin, it is that news travel quickly.â
âWell, now that thats done, tell me everything about Oxford.â Ambar continued, âIt must be so beautiful.â
âIt truly is,â Nina started saying, âI feel like I have learned more during this year than I have in my whole life. The language was a bit challenging at first, but I am starting to get the hang of it.â
âShe is already showing signs of a British accent,â GastĂłn turned to look at her, âSo she is definitely getting the hang of it.â
âThose two wonât speak any Spanish anymore once they return to us for good,â Matteo laughed.Â
âWell, weâll see in four years.â GastĂłn rolled his eyes again toward Matteo.
âFour years?â Simon questioned.
âUntil I graduate,â Nina explained.Â
âAre you coming back then too?â Ambar looked at GastĂłn. âI thought youâd be doing a PhD.â
âOh no, I am not doing that,â He shook his head, âI did think about it at some point, but no. It would be way too much effort right now and masters in science and technology from Oxford will get me way ahead in life already. I can get that doctorate later if I want, but I donât wanna spend all my twenties studying. There are other things I want out of life.â
âI am just going to sit here and pretend to know what you are talking about,â Simon laughed, âI was talking to Mom the other day and happen to mention that two of my friends go to Oxford and for a moment she did not believe that I have winded up in the such sophisticated crowd, especially with Ambar at law-school. Rico and Julio, my brothers, flat out didnât believe me.â
âWell, everyone has their own paths,â Nina nodded, âHow are you doing with Pedro and the band?â
âStill figuring it out,â Simon grimaced, âBut weâre optimistic. It is really not the same with no Nico.â
âNico still having fun at New York?â Matteo crossed his arms, âWe havenât heard of him in a while.â
âThats the thing,â Simon continued furrowing his brow, âI am not sure⊠He and Ada have not worked out.â
âMaybe heâll come back then!â Luna piped up.Â
âWe can hope that.â Simon shook his head smiling.Â
âLot of people are coming back now,â Ambar said looking down, âI mean I came back from pretty much oblivion⊠and honestly I should thank you.â She turned to look at GastĂłn. âYou donât need to be this nice to me, last we saw each other I was skating for the Sliders.â
âActually, it was during the Open,â GastĂłn responded. Honestly, he didnât see any reason to be mad at Ambar. He had heard many good things about how she had turned things around.Â
âI have been trying to compartmentalize the Red Sharks out of my mind.â Ambar closed her eyes.
âWell, it doesnât matter. Weâre fine. I have known you for a long time, and honestly proud of you.â
âHow long have you known each other?â Simon leaned forward, curious.
âSince third grade?â Ambar counted with her fingers, âI am not doing the math right now. I went my whole comprehensive schooling at La Hoja de roble.â
âAnd I started there when I was nine,â GastĂłn added, âSo yeah, third grade checks out. If I remember correctly both Delfi and Jazmin both started there in the fifth grade.â
âDid you go to that school as well?â Luna asked Matteo.
âYep, I started there at eighth grade. Probably like a week or two after the semester actually started, because Dadâs moving schedule of course couldnât possibly let me start school like a normal person.â
âYep, I saved your skin during the chemistry class.â GastĂłn laughed.Â
âThats not what happened!â Matteo countered. âI had it under control.â
âIt didnât look like it,â GastĂłn shook his head, âYou were absolutely lost with Mr. Patrenaâs whiteboard.â
âHe was the worst,â Ambar huffed, âHow anybody ever learned anything from his classes, is beyond me.â
Suddenly they heard the noise of mansionâs door opening.Â
âHave you seen thisâ??!!â Delfi walked through the door, Pedro trying to keep up with her pace behind her, her phone in her hand. They both stopped in their tracks as they saw everyone at the living room.Â
âYes, we have,â Ambar spoke first, âLive, actually.â
âIt really is true?â Delfi and Pedro turned to look at GastĂłn and Nina.Â
The Team of Jam&Roller
Ramiro: What?
Jim: IIIiiiiiiIIIIIiiiiIII!! đđđđđ
Yam: Omg!!đđđđ
Ramiro: Cool
Jazmin: I need an interview now!
GastĂłn: No.
Nina: No
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Hey! Has anyone been missing the Roller Crew? Well, don't worry, we got them back for a chapter because I miss them too. The reason why I made Simbar to be the first to find out about Gastina is because they will have a strong friendship with each other in my canon. This was the start. Little spoiler here, but you'd know this if you've red SI: Simon and Ambar will come to attend GastĂłn's graduation, and they will eventually become the godparents to GastĂłn and Nina's second child. Plus, Simbar with Lutteo are the ones who have had to face the odds when it comes to their love, and they are the Holy Trinity of Ships, who need to be a trio. You know how I feel about that if you read MOT. Also GastĂłn and Ambar, having known each other the longest, is a nod to Aliados, a show which Agustin and Valentina were both in before Soy Luna (They actually played love interests, and yes it was trippy).
And for my Swifty readers, I know that you always find a way back home is technically not a Taylor song, but she did write it so fair game
#Soy Luna#soy luna fanfiction#Gastina#getting back together#because they are soulmates and nothing can keep them apart in the end#University fic#Through GastĂłn and Nina's years at Oxford#Other ships are included in the side:#Lutteo#Simbar#Pelfi#Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden
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ive been thinking about my SL next gen ocs recently and ive come to realise the reason why i can't really think of any plot is because these kids have zero trauma - they are all raised in happy loving families who are at least comfortable if not wealthy and very successful
what kind of plot am i supposed to put them through?? making any of them angsty isn't even fun because it's hard to feel sorry for a teenager with a perfect well off family throwing a tantrum
my writing is 90% inner monologue what do these kids have to monologue about??
#this is why they will only appear in little drabbles every so often#im happy to write random scenes but there's no way i can make a multichap fic out of this#i have made some new ocs though#gastina's daughter's best friend and simbar's daughter's frenemy#i have made the latter in the sims already but i still need to take better screenshots#soy luna
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try to slip past his defense (without granting innocence)
A/N: Soy Luna Greyâs Anatomy au -- some plot devices will be the same, others may differ. (This is just an excerpt, I'll post the full chapter on ao3 & tumblr when I'm done with it!)
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The title is from The Frayâs âHow To Save A Lifeâ which is basically the showâs anthem song (that and chasing cars)
Sometimes, certain dialogue may be verbatim from the show (this is only for medical-related plot devices, ie meeting patients, assigning lab reports, establishing exposition, etc) so Iâm stating here right now that that specific dialogue belongs to Greyâs Anatomy, and the characters belong to Soy Luna, but everything else belongs to me
Juliana never had the last name given in the show, so for storyâs sake, itâs Bahiense.
Sheâs referred to as âThe Naziâ but thatâs not meant to offend anyone at all, it was the nickname given in the show, so Iâm transferring it here.
In Soy Luna, Ămbar is one year older than Luna, but here sheâs the same age as her
In Greyâs Anatomy, there are only 5 people in each group of interns, but for plotâs sake, there are 7 each
In the show, Benicioâs name was never mentioned, so for writing purposes, his last name is going to be Calisto
Luna sits up quicklyâbad idea.
She winces at the light coming in through the window and groans at her headache.
And someone stirs next to her.
Exactly how much did she drink?
Enough so she doesnât remember the name of the smirky boy staring at her, pulling on his boxers.
She is never drinking again.
And he needs to leave.
âYou are?â He asks, grinning the grin that probably got Luna into this mess.
âHumiliated on so many levels,â She mutters, âAnd Iâm late, as well. So if you could just, I dunno, leave, that would be perfect,â
âOr we could pick up where we left off?â He asks, with a grin that tells Luna he isnât used to being rejected.
âNo, seriously. Iâm late. Which I shouldnât be on my first day of work, so?â
Take the hint.
âWait, so you live here?â
Jesus Christ, sheâs going to be late.
âHuh? Oh yeah, it was my auntâs house, but Iâm selling it so technically, not for long.â She rushes out.
âIâm sorry,â He replies, actual emotion in his eyes.
âMy aunt is still aliâyou know, we donât have to do the thing,â
âWe can do whatever you want,â
Really?
âNo, the thing. Where you pretend you care or ask me nice questions or whatever. Listen. Iâm going to go upstairs and shower, and when I get back, youâre not going to be here, uhâŠâ
What was his name?
He laughs softly, âMatteo.â
âLuna,â She replies, shaking his hand.
âBye, Luna,â He says winking at her.
She smiles in response and jerks her head towards the door.
âBye, Matteo,â
And thatâs the last she has to see of him.
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âEach of you comes here hopeful. Wanting in on the game. A month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That's up to you,â The chief, Tamara Rios, says as Luna stumbles into the room, causing everyone to stare at her.
Great job, Valente.
Luna walks around the room. She sees Ămbar, avoiding her gaze as if it was poisonous. She sees another girl, a brunette, looking around the room with wide eyes. She sees SimĂłn, looking back at her, and resists waving at him as a kindergartner would. She walks around the OR a little more and sees two girls so close they might as well be stuck together, one a blonde and the other a redhead. She bumps into another boy, who just huffs softly and brushes her off.
Rude.
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The resident takes 3 more interns, leaving Luna with the brunette she saw at the orientation.
âOnly 6 women out of 20,â She says, sighing, as if mad at the statistic itself.
âAnd I think one of themâs a model. As if that wouldâve helped with the whole respect thing,â The redhead interjects.
Luna and Ămbar share a look.
Luna turns to the brunette.
âYouâre Nina, right?â She says, smiling.
Nina nods, âWhich resident did you get assigned to? I got Bahiense.â
âThe Nazi? Me too,â Luna replies.
The guy who bumped into her says, âYou got the Nazi? So did I. At least weâll be tortured together,â He says, trying to lean into Lunaâs space.
Luna and Nina exchange a quick look saying, God, can you believe him?
A doctor comes up and calls out âSmith, Valente, Ponce, Simonetti, Medina, SĂĄnchez, Ălvarez,â
Ămbar walks up to the guy and asks, âBahiense?â
He points down the hall.
The seven look down to see who heâs pointing at. Itâs a woman slightly shorter than them, using a cane to stand up, ordering some other resident around.
The guy who bumped into her says, âI thought the Nazi would be a guy,â
Sexist much?
âI thought the Nazi would be...you know, the Nazi,â Luna mutters.
âGuys seriously? Maybe itâs just professional jealousy. You know, maybe sheâs just brilliant and theyâre so jealous so they call her the Nazi. Maybe sheâs nice.â The redhead says, and Luna sees her nametag saying Jimena Medina.
The blonde next to her, Yamila SĂĄnchez, Luna supposes, nods.
Which means the only one left that she doesnât know would be...Luna cranes her neck to see his nametag.
Ramiro Ponce. Who is currently staring wistfully at Yamila.
Please.
âLet me guess, you still have hope left in your heart,â Ămbar says to Jimena, rolling her eyes as if itâs what she was born to do.
Jimena shoots Ămbar a dirty look (wow, Luna wishes her luck with that can of worms) and proceeds to try to shake Dr. Bahienseâs hand when she walks over.
Dr. Bahiense looks at her hand as if itâs infectious.
Jimena, undeterred, continues to say, âRight, well. Iâm Jimena Medina, but you can call me Jim if itâs easier,â
Yamila, who seemed to jump out of thin air, says, âAnd you can call me Yam,â
Bahiense looks so unimpressed Luna thinks that if contempt alone was enough to murder someone, Bahiense would be a serial killer.
Luna shares a quick look with SimĂłn, who gives her a reassuring nod.
Bahiense looks them all up and down, evidently annoyed with being stuck with their group (ouch).
"I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change,â She starts, then moves to a bench, filled with different objects, âTrauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours,â
Everyone rushes to grab their pagers, studying them before Bahiense starts talking again.
âYouâre interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop, and don't complain!â
Bahiense opens what Luna supposes is an on-call room, âOn-call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I'm sleeping, don't wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woken me for no good reason, we clear?â
Luna rushes to nod, writing furiously on her notepad, and then goes, oh.
She raises her hand.
Dr. Bahiense looks extremely pissed at Luna for having the audacity to have a question.
âYes?â
âYou said five rules. Those were only four.â Luna says, trying not to wilt against Dr. Bahienseâs gaze.
âRule number five. When I move, you move,â She says after her pager beeps.
Thatâs some TV show shit right there.
They break into a run and watch as Dr. Bahiense runs down a couple of doctors.
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The helicopterâyes, a helicopterâlands, and a doctor pulls out a teenager on a stretcher.
This is way too much for Luna on her first day.
âWhat do we got?â Bahiense asks, and Luna hears Nina correct the grammar under her breath.
As the paramedic puts the girl on the stretcher (while sheâs seizing) he says, âKatie Bryce, fifteen-year-old female, new-onset seizures, intermittent for the past week, ID lost en route, started grand mal seizing as we descended,â
Bahiense stops, leaning on her cane for a second, and then itâs all business.
âAll right. Yam, put her on the side, 10 milligrams diazepam,â Bahiense groans when Yam does it incorrectly, âNo, no, the white lead is on the right, righty whitey, smoke over fire, a large-bore I.V. don't let the blood haemolyse, let's go!â
Yam injects the diazepam and Katie stops seizing.
Luna releases the breath that she wasnât aware she was holding.
Another doctor, in dark blue scrubs, another doctor comes up in stark contrast to what she and the other interns are wearing. Luna catches his name very quickly. GastĂłn Perida.
Nina sucks in a breath as he walks past them, Luna realizes with a start.
âSo I heard we got a wet fish on dry land?â Dr. Perida says, and Luna catches how Nina stares at him with intent.
Dr. Bahiense, her sudden brashness gone, replaced with respect as she says, âAbsolutely Dr. Perida,â
Dr. Perida nods, his eyes brushing over the intern group, stopping at Nina, and he then continues.
âAll right, Dr. Bahiense, Iâm gonna shotgun her,â
âThat means every test in the book, CT, CBC, chem. seven, a tox screen, Nina and Ămbar, you're on labs, Ramiro and Yam, patient workups, Luna, get Katie for a CT, she's your responsibility now,â
Wonderful. Her first day and she gets the really hard patient.
âWhat about me and SimĂłn?â Jim asks.
Bahiense looks so tired when she stares at Jim, âRight, you two, uh. You get to do rectal exams. Okay?â
Jim and SimĂłn have faces that say no, not okay.
Luna makes a face gloating at SimĂłn and he just glares at her in return.
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Ămbar peeks into the OR where Dr. Bahiense is. Bahiense comes out and looks at her expectantly.
âUm, Katie Bryce's labs came out clear, there's nothing in the results that explain her seizures,â She says, hoping to catch Dr. Bahiense to ask her what she really wants to ask her.
âAndâŠ?â
â I heard every year the attending on-call picks the best intern and, and lets them perform a procedure, during the first shift?â Ămbar asks, glaring back at Dr. Bahiense when she tries to stare her down.
Ămbar Smith does not get stared down.
âGo away. Now.â Dr. Bahiense says, and Ămbar groans internally.
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Yam sighs at yet another ill-tried joke Ramiro attempts.
Flirty in med school and flirty now.
Why should she even bother?
âWe have one more patient to work up,â She mumbles and he nods, walking slower to keep up with her pace.
She places her stethoscope and hears for a heartbeat. âEverything seems to be in order,â
âSo heâll be fine?â The woman next to himâpresumably his wifeâasks.
âIf you donât count that my bacon days are over, sure,â The patient replies.
Yam shares a smirk with Ramiro.
âYou'll have surgery tomorrow with Dr. Perida, I hear he's good, and after that, you can have all of the bacon-flavored soy product you can eat,â Ramiro interjects, speaking easily with the patients.
âPlease, kill me now,â the patient jokes.
âWish I could, but I took the Hippocratic Oath for a reason,â Yam replies absently, going over and signing his charts.
She blushes at the weird looks she gets and rolls her eyes at Ramiroâs never-ending smirk.
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Katie. Wonât. Stop. Talking. Which isnât helping Luna find her way through these halls.
Did she just miss the last turn?
âYouâre lost,â the kid says, grumbling.
What do you think Iâm trying to fix right now? Luna thinks to herself and just about stops herself from saying.
âIâm not lost.â Luna insists, then remembers sheâs a doctor, âHowâre you feeling?â
âIâm missing my pageant. How do you think I feel?â
âRight. Youâre missing your pageant.â
This poor girl is in the hospital with seizures and the only thing that she can think about is her pageant.
Luna feels sorry for her.
âThe Spokane Teen Miss? I was in the top ten after the first two rounds. This is my year. I could've won,â
Luna absently hums and realizes that theyâre going the wrong way. Again.
She turns around and pushes Katie back the same way.
âYou are so lost. What are you, new?â
Luna chokes back a laugh. Yeah, something like that.
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Yam watches Ramiro try to give their patient a central line. Itâs not working.
And itâs visibly hurting the patient.
She groans and pushes past him, about to put the line in when Dr. Perida waltzes into their room and raises his eyebrows.
âOut.â He says, his nice demeanor replaced with annoyance.
Do all of the residents and attendings just hate interns on principle?
Yam glares at Ramiro and pulls him out, watching from the window as Perida puts the line in perfectly.
âBet you used to mess up a lot when you started out,â Ramiro tries to joke with Perida.
Yam just winces and nods at Dr. Perida as she leaves.
Ramiro at least has the decency to look sheepish.
This is going to be a long shift.
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Luna sits, taking Katieâs patient history and generally listening to her incessant babbling.
âI twisted my ankle. I do rhythmic gymnastics, which is like, really cool. Nobody else does it. And I tripped over my ribbon, and I didn't get stuck with someone this clueless. And that was like, a nurse,â Katie says.
Luna bites back a retort.
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SimĂłn groans at the plate of food in front of him. The number of rectal exams he and Jim had to do was enough to take the appetite away from anyone.
âThis shift is 80 hours long, you have to eat, SimĂłn,â Ămbar mutters, her gaze hardening after leaving SimĂłnâs eyes.
âI canât.â
âEat.â Ămbar insists, pushing SimĂłnâs plate towards him.
âYou try eating after performing 17 rectal exams. The Nazi hates me. I want to puke.â SimĂłn says, his face contorting.
âJust donât puke near me,â Ămbar mutters.
âThe Naziâs just a resident. Attendings hate me,â Ramiro replies.
âDid you know Luna is inbred?â Nina asks, and all heads whip to her immediately.
Partly because no one expected the shy ingenue to say anything.
And partly because Luna being inbred is very surprising.
SimĂłn hurries to say âItâs not uncommon to be the kid of a doctor,â
âI mean royally inbred. Her mother is Lili Benson.â
âShut up. The Lili Benson?â Jim asks.
Nina nods.
âWhoâs Lili Benson?â Ramiro asks.
âThe Benson method? Whereâd you go to med school, Antarctica?â Yam says incredulously.
No one notices how SimĂłn and Ămbar tense up as Yam continues talking. âShe was one of the biggest women surgeons. She practically invented thââ
âShe won the Harper Avery. Twice.â Jim says, rolling her eyes at Ramiro.
âSo I didnât know one thing.â
âI would kill to have Lili Benson as my mother. Scratch that, Iâd kill to be Lili Benson.â Nina says, her eyes alight.
âKatie Bryce is a pain in the ass. I swear if it wouldnât get me fired, Iâd strangle her with my bare hands.â Luna says, walking over to their table, sitting next to Nina.
She seems to miss the wistful glance SimĂłn throws her way.
She does seem to notice the way everyoneâs staring at her.
âWhat?â
Nina opens her mouth to say something but stops immediately when Dr. Perida walks over.
âGood afternoon interns. It's posted, but I thought I'd share the good news personally. As you know, the honor of performing the first surgery is reserved for the intern that shows the most promise. As I'm running the OR today, I get to make that choice,â Dr. Perida says, and Luna feels a rush of hope.
Or. Felt. Seeing as Dr. Perida is clapping Ramiro on his back (it was kind of worth it to see him choke a little on his salad) and saying, âRamiro Ponce. Youâll be scrubbing in on an appendectomy this afternoon. Congrats.â
Luna deflates.
She wanted that surgery.
She wanted it really badly.
âMe?â Ramiro asks, not quite believing it. Or maybe heâs just wilting under Yamâs intense glare.
âEnjoy.â Dr. Perida says, nodding to everyone.
Luna doesnât fail to notice that heâs staring at Nina while he says that.
Nina doesnât fail to notice either, if the blush on her cheeks has anything to say about it.
Ramiro looks like heâs still in shock.
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âIâve seen his file. Ramiro Ponce barely even made the cut to get into the program. Heâs not your guy.â Juliana says to GastĂłn, raising her eyebrows.
âOh, heâs my guy alright,â GastĂłn responds, absently checking the labs.
Juliana sighs, âEvery year you pick your guy, and every year your guy suffers most.â
GastĂłn smiles. Everyone who knows him knows his easy nature, his inclination to being on the side of less serious.
Unless of course, it has to do with work.
âTerrorize one, and the rest fall in line, Bahiense.â
âI get it. I respect it. But Ramiro? Ponce is a puppy. A cute little puppy that is waiting to be killed. He canât take the pressure. Think about it, Perida.â Juliana says, walking away.
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Luna watches as Katieâs parents stumble into Katieâs room.
The look of pure worry and fear on their faces makes Luna warm to them immediately.
A couple of hours ago, their kid was supposed to go on stage and wear a sash and be a kid.
Now theyâre scared that their kid could be dying.
âKatie?â The mom asks, trying to hold her hand.
Luna falters, not wanting to break their little window.
âThey gave her a sedative for the CT scan, so sheâs just a tad groggy,â Luna says, standing up.
âWill she be okay?â
âDoes she need surgery?â The parents ask at the same time.
Their urging faces make Luna wish she had an answer.
âUh. You know, Iâm not her doctor, I am a doctor, just not hers. Anyway, Iâm not Katieâs doctor. Iâll go find him.â Luna rambles.
Luna finds Bahiense, âKatieâs parents have questions. Should I get Dr. Perida to answer them?â
âWhat? No. Peridaâs off the case. The case is the new neuro attendingâs case, Dr. Balsano. Heâs over there.â Bahiense says, pointing toâŠ
Oh god.
Please.
Not today.
This is not happening.
Matteo turns and stops dead in his tracks, his eyes clicking in recognition.
This is not happening.
Luna is not dealing with this.
She turns away from his gaze and walks away. What is she going to do?
She walks towards the stairwell and gets grabbed in.
She stumbles and Matteo catches her, running a hand through his hair, which Luna grudgingly admits looks not bad.
No. Luna. Stop it. Luna. No.
âDr. Balsano. Did you need anything?â Luna asks, trying to not look at flustered as she is.
Matteo looks positively ecstatic at this turn of events. âDr. Balsano? This morning it was Matteo. Now itâs Dr. Balsano.â
Luna dearly wants to slap that smirk off of his face.
âDr. Balsano, we should pretend this never happened,â
âWhat never happened? You sleeping with me last night or kicking me out this morning because I donât know about you, but both are memories Iâd dearly love to keep.â
This guy really canât take a hint.
âNo. No. No. This is not happening. There are no memories of anything. Iâm not the girl in the bar and youâre not the guy in the bar. I am your intern, Dr. Balsano.â
âI see how it is. You took advantage of me last night and now you want to forget about it.â He says, smirking incessantly.
âI most certainly did not,â
âI was drunk and vulnerable. Not to mention, insanely good-looking,â
âYouâre not that good-looking,â Luna says, while her traitorous brain says Liar over and over.
âSure Iâm not. But last night, I was wearing my red shirt and I was extremely good-looking and you took advantage,â
Heâs not entirely wrong about the red shirt.
âI didnââ
âWant to take advantage again? Say, Friday night?â
Heâs smiling again, only this time itâs a smile, not a smirk.
Maybe Luna wouldnât have said no if he wasnât an attending.
âNo. Youâre an attending. Iâm your intern. And I would seriously appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like that,â Luna says, glaring at him. It doesnât seem to deter him.
âLike what?â He asks innocently as if he has no idea what heâs doing right now.
âLike youâve slept with me,â
Matteo smirks.
âDr. Balsano. Have you ever considered the fact that this is inappropriate?â Luna breathes.
He doesnât say anything.
Luna sighs and leaves, the door slamming behind her.
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âOpen. Identify. Irrigate. Close.â Jim instructs, and Yam sighs.
âJim, I think heâd know,â
âHe looks like heâs going to puke,â Jim shoots back.
Yam looks at Ramiro and says, âWe have to go to the gallery now. Donât screw it up.â
They walk up and take a seat behind Luna and Nina.
The intern above them says, âHeâs going to faint. Heâs a fainter.â
Yam fights back a if you only knew.
âNah, Iâm guessing code brown. Right in his pants,â another intern snickers.
Yam and Jim share a look.
Sure, sheâs not a huge fan of Ramiro but he helped her a lot in med school. He helped Jim a lot in med school.
This is just savage.
âHeâs going to sweat himself unsterile,â
â10 bucks heâs messing up the McBird,â someone says.
Oh god, theyâre betting on Ramiro.
â20 says he cries,â Ămbar says, and sends an apologetic look at Luna.
âIâll put 20 on him melting down completely,â
â50 says he pulls the whole thing off.â Yam hears herself say.
Luna grins at her, âThatâs one of us down there. The first one of us. Where the hell is your loyalty?â
Yam breathes out.
The entire gallery, while it was buzzing before, is now silent.
â75 he canât even ID the appendix,â Ămbar says again.
This time itâs SimĂłn shooting her the look.
âIâll take that action,â someone says.
Eric, Yam realizes.
The idiot from their bio class.
Nina elbows Luna when Dr. Perida says, âOkay, Ponce, letâs see what you can do,â
Jim breathes in quickly and Yam also holds her breath.
Do it right do it right please do it right.
âHere it comes,â SimĂłn says.
âScalpel,â Ramiro says and the nurse hands it to him, echoing the word.
Ramiro takes it and everyone cheers.
Perida motions for them to shut up as Nina says, âGod, heâs quite a bit of trouble,â
Ramiro gets ready to cut as Perida instructs, âMore pressure.â
Ramiro manages to do it without any mishaps and then proceeds to say, âPickups.â
The scrub nurse echoes the command and hands him the instrument.
They go on for a little bit, and Yam thinks he might actually pull it off.
Until it goes downhill after Ramiro takes out the appendix.
Perida mutters an angry remark as all the interns in the gallery call him Double Oâ7.
Jim shares a worried look with Yam and asks Luna, âWhat does 007 mean?â
Luna sends them an apologetic look.
âLicense to Kill.â
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The cool air rushes into the basement that Bahienseâs interns have settled into.
The majority of them pile onto the gurney as Nina goes to the vending machine looking for some chocolate.
Luna winces at the whine that Ramiro makes as he walks into their âhideoutâ.
âTheyâre calling me 007 arenât they?â
Luna groans and shoves SimĂłnâs head off of Ămbarâs lap so she can fall asleep in it.
Sheâs too tired to deal with any human interaction that requires her to, you know, have any sort of emotional security.
âNo oneâs calling you 007,â Jim and Yam lie (but they do it in unison so like, props).
Ramiro shoots Yam an annoyed look, âI was on an elevator and Eric whispered 007,â
Ămbar pushes Lunaâs head off of her lap and glares at Ramiro, âHow many times do we have to go through with this? 5, 10, 15? Please tell me soon or Iâm going to rim your head off.â
Ramiro sits on the gurney and groans âEric whispered 007 in the elevator and everyone laughed,â
Luna picks her head up from where sheâs trying (unsuccessfully) to fall asleep and actually feels sorry for the guy for a second but the aching limbs and pounding migraine make it kind of hard to console the poor guy.
âThey werenât laughing at you,â Jim says.
âYou sure?â
âWould we lie to you?â Jim asks.
âYes,â Ramiro, Ămbar, Simon and Luna say.
â007 is a state of mind,â Nina yells from the vending machine and throws a packet of chips at Luna as she walks back.
âSays the girl who finished first at freaking Stanford,â SimĂłn yells at her.
Nina just rolls her eyes in response.
Just as Luna finally feels the call of sleep, her pager beeps.
She just wanted 5 minutes.
âItâs 911. Damn. I gotta go,â and Luna takes off at a sprint.
âI shouldâve gone into geriatrics. No one cares if you kill an old person.â Ramiro continues after Luna leaves.
âYes. Yes, they do care if you kill an old person. Plus. Surgery is hot. Geriatrics is⊠Well, itâs for freaks who live in the basement with their mom,â SimĂłn replies.
âI have got to move out of my momâs,â Ramiro mutters.
Nina and Ămbar share a grin.
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Lunaâs out of breath by the time she gets to Katieâs room.
She really has to go to the gym more.
âFinally,â Katie mutters.
Luna looks around, seeing if anythingâs wrong.
Oh god, please tell me she has a good reason for this. She has a good reason. Maybe. Hopefully.
âAre you alright?â The nurse paged me 911.â
âHa, it took me forever to get her to even pick up the phone. I had to go full Hulk.â
âWait. So thereâs nothing wrong? Nothing medically wrong?â
âIâm bored.â Katie shrugs.
Luna likes to think sheâs a nice person. A little absentminded at times, but a nice person nonetheless.
Katie, however, is really testing the whole âdo no harmâ thing.
âI am not your babysitter. I am not your cruise director. You canât just page me for anything.â
âDonât be so overdramatic. My pageant is supposed to be on cable, but itâs like this hospital lives in the â90s. I canât find anything. If someone whoâs not me gets the crown, I should at least get to see it.â
Luna takes a deep breath. Sheâs a teenager. You were also stupid as a teenager.
âOkay. This is a hospital. There are sick people here. Go to sleep and stop wasting my time.â
âI canât sleep, my headâs all full.â
âThose are called thoughts. Run with them.â Luna says in a fit of anger.
Sheâs been working for almost 24 hours and she just wanted 2 minutes of rest.
But maybe she shouldnât have snapped at a patient.
But thatâs a lesson for another day.
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Luna and Nina are in the ER when they hear a loud voice.
â4B has post-op pneumonia. Letâs get her started on antibiotics, okay?â An intern says to a nurse.
Someone didnât tell the newbie not to piss off the nurses.
âAre you sure itâs the right diagnosis?â
âOh gee, I donât know. Iâm only an intern. But hereâs an idea. You go and spend 4 years in med school and then talk to me. Sheâs got shortness of breath and fever. Itâs post-op pneumonia. Start antibiotics.â He sneers.
Luna rolls her eyes.
The same guy walks over to her and Nina, âGod, I hate nurses. Iâm Benicio. Iâm with Jeremy. You guys are with the Nazi, right?â
âYou know it doesnât have to be pneumonia, right? It could be splinting. Or she could have aPE.â
He sneers again (does it ever leave his face?), âAs I said, I hate nurses.â and walks away.
âWell, heâs an absolute idiot,â Nina says, shooting daggers towards Benicios across the room.
Lunaâs about to respond, but her pager beeps again.
âDammit, Katie.â
This time she walks.
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When seeing the most popular fics in the Violetta and Soy Luna tags on ao3, you can see what people really prefer to read about. And itâs not so much non-canon ships
Ok, so checking the Violetta tag, the most popular fic is my season 1 rewrite (hashtag no flex). Honestly I think it gained this because 1. Back when it was posted, Violetta legit had like 10 fics. Which meant that, well, whenever someone posted a fic, you read it, regardless what it was about. And itâs been so long now that it has gained that amount of hits. So I wouldnât say itâs really the âdefinitionâ of what people like to read. However, number 2 and 3 in the hits list are two leonetta fics (which ALSO are written by me⊠which feels a bit funny because itâs also the ONLY leonetta centric fics Iâve written). And honestly, I think it has to do with the fact that leonetta is the most popular canon ship and, I myself when I was younger LOVED reading about them, and I know how much Leonetta holds so many people chokehold. I was one of them. I myself donât think itâs as fun to write about Leonetta anymore even if theyâre still dear to me, and I donât think my fics focusing on them are my best work, but they excite young teenage girls a lot and I get that.
However, after this? The non-canon ship fics starts to flood in. Itâs Luty, itâs Franletta, itâs Natila⊠WLW fics are dominating. I mean, sure, the fics about Leonetta have the most hits, but relationship wise, who does people want to write about the most?
The queer girls own the Violetta tag on ao3 itâs true
But the Soy Luna tag? Yeah, there is very little non-canon ships that are getting the most hits. Itâs a very consistent theme there: Simbar.
Simbar this, Simbar that, Simbar doing anything and everything with each other. The majority of the first page is just tagged with Simbar, even if itâs not the only ship.
But canon ships dominate the SL ao3 tag. I mean, when itâs two boys or girls itâs most often just tagged platonically, with some few exceptions.
(Also 10 of those Jim/Yam fics are mine⊠I was surprised with how little content they had when they seemed to be such a well liked ship⊠I guess people just found it more interesting with the canon ships than with them, since they canonically didnât end up with someone).
So⊠Yeah, itâs not so much non-canon ships maybe in Soy Luna, but in VIOLETTA? The queers awoke and blasted off
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