#*:..natala speaks..:*

natala could see them as she worked, a little smile on her lips as she did so because these were the things she loved, this was her love language. they had decided to go to the bar solely to keep an eye out for creeps that were inevitably gonna show up and try to mess with natala as the night and alcohol kept rolling. as a bad gyal song starts playing she quickly turns to her workmates, letting them know she would be right back just to run right out the bar. “c’mon dance this one with me.” she asks, a pout on her lips as she pulls them up from the bar stool.

natala could not believe her eyes as she saw them, to the point it literally took her at least three minutes to truly believe it was them, her mind having trouble linking the hot person in front of her to the dork she had teased during high school. you see, natala hadn’t been the nicest person during high school, growing up rich and pretty made it too easy for her to be mean to those she couldn’t relate to. “listen, in my defense.. you really were a dork!” she says before hiding her face with her hands. “i’m not quite ready to apologize yet, and you can blame it on how different you look since high school. i can’t even be fully sure it is really you!”

this was far from being ideal, it really was. natala couldn’t quite understand how she had gotten this attached to him, and honestly it didn’t really matter. all that matters is how she is now sitting on his bed and ready to confess how she felt about him, fearful of what telling him meant for their friendship. they had met through a mutual friend, during a party that ended up with them getting ditched and stuck with each other. funny how things worked, all she wanted to do now was to be stuck with him, absolutely enamored with how being around him felt. “so.. i’ve gotta tell you something.” she starts, a little shy smile creeping up. “i like you, i really really like you. and i’ve been thinking a lot about when will you kiss me.”

natala couldn’t remember the last time she was this nervous, even when discussing the whole arrangement with damion she had been far calmer than she was now - probably because of how much better she knew damion and how talking to him wasn’t new. this was the very first serious talk she had with mateo, until now all their time together had been filled with laughter and getting to know each other at a pace that felt right for both of them, now she was getting ready to tell him about how she couldn’t pick between him and another male and how she had found herself wanting both, hoping he’d be as available to give it a try as damion was. “i like you mateo, but there’s someone else in my life already and i also like him.” she starts, looking him in the eyes so he knows she means it when she says she likes him. “and i get it if this isn’t something you’re down to sign up to, especially since i don’t even have that many answers to offer you because this is also a first for me, i’ve never felt this strongly about anyone let alone two people at the same time.” the blonde can’t help the nervous chuckle that falls from her lips, she felt so incredibly vulnerable. “damion agreed to give this a go only if you’re comfortable doing the same, and we are both more than understanding if this is all too much or too weird. i know we haven’t known each other for long, i know it would be easier for you to go and find a monogamous girl.”

natala wasn’t too sure how they got here, but as her boyfriend had yet again left her alone at his place after a fight, not really caring to make sure she wanted him to drive her to own place, natala found comfort with his best friend. which had started with the male simply talking natala out of her rage had slowly escalated to natala straddling his lap, her lips crashing with his as they absolutely forget about natala’s boyfriend and santiago’s best friend. natala had some fairly strong morals, but she also had a way of forgetting them when it came to a pretty face during her weakest moments. “we probably shouldn’t do this.” she finally says, but her lips remain on his.

you see, natala didn’t run out the morning after hooking up with them, absolutely not, she just left quietly as to not disturb them on a Monday morning. that’s the narrative she planned on sticking with at all costs. but now they were sitting right in front of her, their friends unaware of how uneasy the girl felt as brunch food was passed around the table, the table that kept them at a safe distance - she couldn’t help but laugh a little. “ain’t life something.”