#mysfw

“You know you say this about someone at least once a week?” Simón asks amused.

“I am very aware.”Ámbar says turning around in her bed. “It’s just that there are so many people deserving of my hate in this world.”

“I’m just glad that I’m not one of them.” Simón teases her and Ámbar rolls her eyes even if he can’t see her.

“At least for now.” Ámbar teases him. “Who knows who can happen in the future.”

“I hope nothing bad, I don’t want to to suffer your wrath.” Simón chuckles and she smiles to herself.“Anyway it’s late and you have classes tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. “Ámbar sighs. “Good night, sleep well.”

“Good night, I love you.” He says sounding distracted and Ámbar breath catches for a second, Simón doesn’t seem to notice what came out of his mouth immediately but the moment he does an awkward silence takes over the line.”Ok, sleep well.”

“And how am I supposed to do that after what you’ve just told me?” Ámbar question him hoping that this will prompts some explanation about what just happened out of him but instead he just mutters a quick bye and hangs up the phone. Ámbar can’t believe this guy, after dropping that bomb all he says is ‘sleep well’?

She huffs and looks at her phone offended and confused, the first because this loser just hanged up on her and the second because she recognizes the feeling growing on her chest as disappointment. Is she disappointed that Simón just told her he loves her? That can’t be, the uneasiness of the feeling started settling itself on her chest after he said, when it had become obvious that Simón was going to avoid the topic. Is it possible she is disappointed because of that?That she is disappointed that he is avoiding topic instead of facing it?Is it possible that she is actually in love with Simón and that's why she is feeling like this?

Ámbar stares at the ceiling, analyzing her present and pasts feelings for Simón.

Somehow the guy had become an important feature in her life, he had become the person she goes to when she is feeling down, sad or angry, the first person she runs to every time she has good news and the person who always managed to make smile. Maybe there is a chance that somewhere along the way she had fallen in love with the guitarist without noticing, that love is the warm feeling that spreads on her chest when she sees his face. Ámbar groans into her pillow, she can’t believe she fell in love with Simón and that she couldn’t notice it in time to stop it.

Ámbar turns on her bed again, now with another burning question roaming her mind, sadly this is a question she can’t answer on her own, no matter how smart she is.

Saying Ámbar wakes up the next morning would imply that she actually managed to actually sleep but all she did was toss and turn. At least she had a plan of action after that sleepless night, first step: Interrogate Lunita. 

Ámbar gets ready quickly and throws a look at her clock, it’s almost seven, which means that Luna must still be on her room, perfect. Ámbar walks across the house until she reaches Luna’s room but when she knocks on her door there’s no answer, she tries again, harder this time, just in case she is still asleep but nothing changes. Ámbar opens the door just to find the room empty, she figures Simón warned Luna about what happened and she decided to flee as early as she could just to avoid her, great.

She goes down to the kitchen and when she finds no one but Mónica her suspicions are confirmed, that little coward ran. Now the only thing she can do is go straight to the source.

She asks Mónica for a quick breakfast and in just minutes he is out of the house and in her way to the Jam&Roller, she doesn’t care how early it is,she doesn’t care that they are probably not opened yet, she doesn’t care that Nico and Pedro will be there too, she doesn’t care about anything, she is a woman on a mission and nothing will stop her.

Once she gets to the Roller the doors are closed but she hears some rustling inside so she starts knocking forcefully, just a few seconds later a very confused Pedro opens the door for her.

“What are you doing-?” Pedro starts but she interrupts him.

“Where’s Simón?” She asks and Pedro just takes a step to the side to let her in and points inside, his confused expression changed for a vaguely terrified one.

“What the fuck, Simón? “She says in form of greeting when she finds him cleaning tables with Nico.

“I better go do...that thing.” Nico says and bolts somewhere Ámbar doesn’t care about.

“Hi.” Simón says awkwardly and Ámbar rolls her eyes.

“Save it.” She tells him. “You know why I’m here.”

“I know.” Simón sighs and walks to her. “Look Ámbar I’m sorry.”

“You are sorry?” Ámbar asks too surprised to keep the hurt out of her voice.

“Yeah, I am.” Simón looks down, avoiding her eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Ámbar doesn’t know what she expected when she came here but she is sure it wasn’t this. She didn’t expect a big love declaration that would end up in passionate kiss that would seal their love forever or some crap, she is not that kind of girl but she thought she would at least get a kiss and maybe a boyfriend by the end of this conversation. And now it looks like she won’t even be capable of keeping her friend if the tears stinging in her eyes are anything to go by.

“You shouldn’t have?” She asks slowly, bracing herself for his answer.

“No, I shouldn’t.” Simón sighs.  “I know you are not in love with me and I should have never put that weight on you, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“What?” Ámbar exclaims confused. “Tell me again why you shouldn’t have said you love me.”

“Because you don’t.” Simón looks up, finally meeting her eyes and letting her see the sadness. “But you are still on of my best friends and I want to have on in my life so the fact that I’m in love with you it’s my problem, not yours.”

“Okay but who the hell said I’m not in love with you?” Ámbar asks somewhat harshly.

“Wait.”Simón shakes his head in disbelief.”What did you just say?”

“I said that I’m in love with you.” Ámbar says softly, taking a step closer to her. “I don’t know how it happened or how I left it happen but it did and I’m in love with you.”

Simón looks at her dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open and the surprise evident in his eye, but slowly a bright smile replaces his confused expression and hope fills his eyes.

“Do you really mean it?” He whispers softly, taking a step closer to her, leaving their bodies almost pressed to each other and letting her feel his breath on her lips.

“I really do.” Ámbar admits just as softly, taking her hands to his shoulders, hoping he gets the hint.

“Well since I’m in love with you and you are in love I have a proposition.” Simón tells her, resting his hands on her waist.

“What is it?” Ámbar asks curious about the excitement  in his eyes.

“You and me.” He starts and Ámbar has to bite her lip to contain a small giggle, she doesn't giggle. “Going on a date, tomorrow night.”

“And what would we do on this date?”

“This, I hope.” And with that Simón lips finally meet with hers.

Ámbar has never ice skated before but she figured she would master pretty quickly and she wasn’t wrong, Simón whoever is a whole different story. For some reason her boyfriend doesn’t seem to find his footing on the ice,he is constantly falling, sliding into the floor and barely managing to keep himself straight even when he is holding into the bars or her. She doesn’t get it, she really thinks it’s fairly similar to roller skating and she really thinks Simón should be good at this, it’s actually ridiculous he is not.

“Oh, shut up.” And she keeps repeating it to him, of course.

“It’s true.” Ámbar defends herself, supporting herself with her hands on the metal bars. “You should be good at this, it’s not only not really different from rollerskating, it’s also super easy.”

“Not everyone has the ability to be unfairly good at everything, angel.” Simón mutters trying to stop his feet from sliding on the ice and making him fall down into the floor, even if he is supporting himself.

“Sadly, the world would be a better place if everyone were like me.” Ámbar says.

“I love you.” Simón tells her. “But if everyone were like you the world would already be over.”

Ámbar shrugs and smiles at him, she knows he is probably right.

“Whatever.” She says skating until she is in front of Simón. “Let’s try again.”

“Oh, no.” Simón shakes his head vigorously and Ámbar rolls her eyes at him. “If you want to skate you are free to do it, but I’m gonna stay here, safe.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” Ámbar extends her hands so he can take them and she can help him maintain his balance, he just eyes them, still scared.

“That’s rich coming from you.” He says and Ámbar raises her eyebrows at him.

They spend a few more minutes staring at each other’s eyes until Simón gives up and holds Ámbar’s hands.

She starts slowly, because as much as she loves making fun of him she really doesn’t want him to get hurt. They reach the opposite end of the rink and Simón holds into the metals bars like his life depended on it.

“That wasn’t that bad.” Ámbar says condescending and Simón glares at her. “Come on let’s try again.”

The continue to go from one end of the rink to the other until Simón feels safer on the skates and no longer needs Ámbar’s help to stand up, he is still a little bit shaky but he can at least manage.

“Okay.” She starts. “I wanna go actually skate for a sec, please try not to die.”

“I actually think I got this handled.” Simón says skating a little shakily next to Ámbar. She just shakes her head at him.

Ámbar starts skating faster and gets the less crowded place of the rink, she wants to try some tricks, she starts easy, just little jumps and spins, ice is very tricky and she doesn’t want to hurt herself. She starts gaining confidence fast enough and does slightly more complicated jumps, she is trying out one of those when she feels a body collide with her, she is basically in the air when it happen, her skates barely in the ice so there’s no way she can even try to stop the fall, she tries to support herself on the other’s person shoulders but they don’t seem steady so she still falls into the very hard, very cold ice.

The next few moments are very blurry and she is not sure she is actually conscious for most of them but she does manage to register that the person who collided into her was actually her boyfriend, she is so gonna kill him.

In her next moment of clarity she is sitting in a bench in the ice skating place, Simón is sitting next to her, holding the weight of her body and caressing her hair.

“We’ll be out of here soon enough, angel.” He is saying in a calming voice. “I called Tino and he’ll get here in a few minutes and then we’ll drive you to the hospital.”

She wants to say something, mostly that she will kill him but she is still drowsy.

“I’m really sorry, love.” Simón whispers. “Really really sorry.”

“I will murder you.” She manages to get out, dragging the words. She feels Simón small laugh of relief and it makes her head heart even more.

“How are you feeling, angel?” He asks softly, slowly putting her in a more comfortable position.

“Like some asshole crushed into me and made bang my head into the ice.” She spits out, feeling cranky, her head hurts too much to even try to be nice.

“So very accurately to the situation, I see.” Simón rubs her arms softly in a soothing movement, she can feel her eyes closing alongside it. “No, don’t you dare fall asleep.”

“But I feel like shit.” Ámbar whines closing her eyes.

“I know,angel, but just keep awake until we get to the doctor.” He requests. “Please?”

“Okay.” Ámbar sighs barely opening her eyes, the light more annoying than usual. “But I won’t be happy about it.”

“I know you won’t.” Simón laughs softly.

Tino gets there just a few minutes later, that feel like forever to Ámbar, and, in all his usual idiotness, helps Simón take Ámbar to the car even though she can actually walk.

“It’s my head what hurts, not my feet.” She huffs once they are inside the car.

“I know but you gotta be careful.” Simón says.

“You should have been careful.”She shoots back annoyed, she regrets it as soon as she sees the guilt in Simóns eyes.

“I know.” He sighs. “And I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Ámbar cuddles closer to him. “It was just an accident, could have happened to anyone.”

“But it happened to you.” Simón says. “And it happened because of me.”

“I don’t blame you.” She says truthfully. “I mean  I‘m gonna blame but mostly for teasing or making you do something I want, not for real.”

“I’m still sorry.” Simón sighs kissing her hair.

“Don’t be it’s probably justa concussion.” Ámbar shrugs. “I’ll be well in no time.”

“Still.” Simón tells her. “I never wanted to give you a concussion.”

“Not even when I was constantly  being a bitch?” Ámbar asks teasing.

“Not even then.” Simón tells her and softly lifts her chin enough for him to give her a sweet kiss.

“That’s good.” Ámbar smiles. “And don’t worry if you feel bad  you can take care of me.”

“I was already planning on it.” Simón says.

“I know you were.” Ámbar whispers cuddling next to him again.