#ihil

So one person asked for Simon’s POV and another asked for Ámbar’s so there is a bit of both, though I wanted this one to have some of Ámbar’s feeling, so her part is bigger. You will see.

Hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. It’s always nice to know what you are thinking. Even if it’s something you want to suggest, if its a critic, go for it.

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Part 5

 Simón’s POV

When I pull into the driveway of the mansion, I realize Ámbar is asleep. She looks so peaceful, so calm, nothing like the boiling Ámbar who was screaming at me just 10 minutes ago. Sleeping Ámbar is different from any other Ámbar. There is no evil in her face, no plotting, no worrying about being the best or anything like that. She would look like an angel, if it weren’t for the consequences of the rain. Which makes me remember I can’t stay here looking at her. I need to wake her and take her inside. She needs a tea and a warm bath as soon as possible, or at least to get out of her wet clothes.

I take my hand to her face, caressing her cheek, trying to wake her smoothly. No response. I lean closer to her, stroking the wet locks from her face and whisper “Ámbar we are here…”

She smiles still asleep, then blinks and opens her eyes. So beautiful and blue. Her peaceful features turn into confused ones while she returns to a sitting position.

“Hey… We arrived the mansion. Let’s get you inside.” I whisper.

She shakes her head, probably clearing her thoughts and embraces herself with my coat, then taking her hand to the zipper.

“No, no… Keep it until we get inside, okay?” She nods, agreeing.

“Thank you…” She agrees, her voice weak and rusty. She looks outside and then turns quickly to me.

“Can you.. Uh… Forget it…”

“What is it, Ámbar?” I ask, placing my hand in her shoulder but quickly retracting it.

“I don’t want them to see me like this...” She admits looking down and sniffs.

I chuckle and her eyes come back to my face. “I knew it… Just let me…” She raises her eyebrows, attitude filling her whole self. She didn’t like my reaction and places her hand on the door knob. I grab her other hand.

“Ámbar, don’t take me wrong. I wasn’t laughing at you; I was just laughing because you are being silly! You don’t, I mean you can’t be perfect all the time! And those people won’t judge you for being caught up with the rain…”

She shrugs and nods. “You are right. I should probably get going. Thanks for bringing me.” She sadly smiles. I frown and raise my eyebrows as well. “Oh no, Ms. Ámbar not so fast! I am personally taking you inside and making sure you don’t do anything else stupid.”

She smirks and this time her smile reaches her eyes. She reaches for the door knob again. “No! Wait!” I exclaim making her freeze in her place.

I grab the umbrella from the back seat and jump outside, running to the passenger door.

I open it and a radiant smile brightens up her face.

She steps outside and gets under the umbrella with me. I pick up her bag and she silently thanks me.

I made sure not to park far from the door so in a matter of seconds we are there.

 Ámbar’s POV

 I pick the bag from Simón and unzip one of the pockets, taking the keys out. I open the door and Simón follows me inside. Luna who is sitting on the couch turns to us.

“Ámbar!? Simón!?” She exclaims and gets up, heading towards us.

“Oh My… You are soaking wet!” She states, covering her mouth with her hands in surprise. “What happened to you guys?”

“I found her when I was driving home and gave her a lift.” Simón replies, shrugging. He acts like it was no big deal, as if it was as simple as he states.

Monica and Miguel come out of the kitchen as well. “Luna who’s here? Oh… Ms Ámbar!? What happened?” Monica asks, mimicking her daughter’s reaction.

I sigh not having much patient for any of this and sit on the couch, resting my head in its arm.

I hear Simón talking to Luna’s parents, but I can’t really focus. My mind keeps replaying all that happened until us arriving here. He was nice to me. Well a strange kind of nice, he was obviously still angry at me and told some pretty hurtful things, but overall it seemed like he genuinely wanted to help me. Was it my impression? Was it pitty? Was it really care? What was it? And how did he find me? And when did he start driving?

So many questions and I had zero strength to find answers for them. I just wanted things to go back to when it was just the two of us and no problems… But being honest to myself, that only lasted a day… The day of our first date. The day of our first (and only) kiss.

I close my eyes and sigh. Before Simón found me, I had been walking for about 15 minutes. I was now used to taking myself around the city, simply by skating or walking there. I didn’t want or enjoy using of our driver, it made me lose some freedom I wasn’t willing to let go of. So, when it started raining I decided, I would figure myself out of the situation. But things got out of control and before I knew it, I was lost in the middle of the rain, not really knowing where to take shelter. Until Simon arrived.

I feel a blanket being thrown over me and open my eyes, by my side is Alfredo who is smiling down at me. “This is to keep you warm, child. A tea will be right out for you and I already asked Carolina to prepare you a bath!”

I blink and realize I must have fallen asleep because I didn’t notice when all of this was done. I sit, adjusting the blanket over my legs. Just then, Simón kneels in front of me with a fuming cup in his hands.

“Here, Ámbar. Monica made a tea for you. I told her to make a green tea with lemon. I know you like it. Please don’t change it…”

I take the cup from his hands and take a sip. It tastes like liquid paradise. I couldn’t care less about whatever flavour it was. It’s the best feeling in the world, compared to my wet clothes which are now more uncomfortable than ever.

Simón smiles slightly and gets up. “Drink it all! Then you take a bath and you will be like new in no time. Monica’s teas are miraculous! I already asked Luna to grab some clean clothes from your room, than she can leave them at the bathroom.”

I almost choke with his words and start coughing, shaking my head in the process. “No, no! Tell her not to get in my room!” I am finally able to say.

“But why? Do you want someone else to grab them for you?” Luna asks from the stairs and I cough again. “Do you want me to get the clothes for you?” Alfredo asks.

“It’s just my room is really messy. I don’t want you to see it like that. I will do it myself!” I announce, finishing the drink, then I get up, putting the cup down.

Alfredo stands up as well and places his hands in my shoulders. “Oh… my dear grand-child… Look at you! It’s never a good idea to play in the rain! I know it can be funny but Mother nature as its pranks!” He says winking at me. I half smile and nod agreeing. The words “grand-child” warming my heart.

I turn to Simón. “Well, thank you so much for bringing me here and assuring I was fine. I am sure it must have been a bit hard for you. Which I get. Now I am going upstairs. Please thank Monica for me. See you tomorrow.” I state in my “everything is awesome” usual fake tone, heading as fast as I could upstairs and silently thanking Luna on the way.

There are two reason why I left the room so quickly: one, I really didn’t want anyone in my bedroom. After everything that happened with Luna, only Carolina has seen it and I asked her to be quiet about whatever she saw. The others days when I left I would make sure to lock the room so no one could visit it, especially not Luna or Simón on their little trips. Two, I didn’t want to return Simón’s coat, so I knew distracting him with something or simple vanishing, would assure me a few more hours with it. I would probably have to return it tomorrow because that’s how frequently I know he comes here, which will hurt me much more than if I did now or in the car as I had first planned, but sometimes you have to endure the pain to prolong the happiness a little while longer…

I open the bathroom’s door which is right next to my room and find Carolina is still there.

“Ms. Ámbar. Your bath is set. Let me know if you need anything else.” She states, taking a quick look at me.

“Thanks, Carolina! I think I am fine for now!”

She leaves the bathroom closing the door behind her. I sigh and turn to the mirror, taking in the image of myself. It’s not as bad as I though it would me. My eyeliner is a bit blurred, making it look like I haven’t slept in days, which isn’t far from the thruth. My hair is curlier than usual, after being dried but the car’s heat. Simon’s blue coat is so big it reaches my knees and under it my dress is glued to my skin.

I take off the clothes and climb inside the bathtub.

I have always enjoyed long baths, but today I wasn’t up for it. I wanted to get over with this so I could climb inside my bed and wrap my blankets around me. So in a few minutes I am done. I put on my bathrobe and sit in from of the mirror, removing the rest of the makeup and combing my hair.

I sneeze twice in a row and realize Simon’s predictions were more than right. I was getting sick. Something I think only happened to me twice in my entire life. Once when I was a kid and got a flu after staying outside practicing to make sure my coreo was perfect for my first ever competition, but it was so cold your breath produced smoke; and one time when I got food poisoning because the new employee forgot to check the expiring date. However, I knew it was far from pleasant and it made you weak. I would have to deal with the consequences either way.

I open my bedroom’s door, taking Simón’s coat with me. It’s only 6 pm but I am feeling super tired and don’t really want to put on some “day clothes”. So I take out one of my nightgowns, dressing the coat on top of it.

I hop on bed and cuddle, taking in everything that this provides. Simón is right, my jacket is ridiculous, espeacilly when compared to this fufly, cozy coat of his. And what’s best? It smells like him. If I close my eyes and imagine strongly enough, it almost feels like he is the one hugging me. Like his strong, protective arms are around me, making me feel safe and cared about. I smile, replaying some memories in my head. When it reaches bad memories, I open my eyes. “No, Ámbar… Just stop…”

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

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Part 4

Simón’s POV

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

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

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

I get up from the couch and approach them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t believe you just said that…”

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

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

“What? Now you have nothing to say?”

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

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

“Did you just lock the doors?”

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

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

“Ámbar, you are not looking too good…”

“Thanks for stating the obvious, Álvarez…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t make me pick you up again!”

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

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

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

“I am sorry I forgot!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always missing people that I shouldn't be missing

Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance

I know that I control my thoughts and I should stop reminiscing