#Through Gastón and Nina's years at Oxford
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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.
“Was that your phone?” Nina asked as Gastón’s phone dinged.
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.
“Oh, yeah I think it was,” Gastón reached for his phone and looked at it. “It was an email… from Renishaw.”
“What does it say?” Nina closed the book she had been browsing through, “I thought you already got the job.”
“I did,” Gastón opened the email. He would be continuing the internship he had done at Renishaw last summer, this summer. “It must be just some information.”
“He opened the email and read it through. “Huh?”
“What is it?” Gastón looked up and saw Nina’s face growing in concern.
“Oh, nothing bad,” he reached her hand in reassurance, “Just the email said that I don’t need to do the three-week intern training period there, because I was there last year.”
“Is that a bad or good thing?”
“Good,” Gastón laughed while playing with Nina’s fingers, “It means that I have three weeks free at the start of summer. So, what do you wanna do?”
“What am I supposed to want to do?” Nina looked at him. The look of slight confusion on her face was way too cute, and Gastón had to try his hardest not to get distracted.
“Well, it would be a waste if we just sit here the whole summer. There are lot of different things we can do.”
“I don’t know how to come up with something. You choose.”
“Well, if you want me to.” Gastón grinned at Nina, “We already were at Kent, but there are lot of other places here as well.” Gastón stopped to think for a moment, “but, honestly, we can just do that during the weekends if we want, so… How about we go back home?”
“Home?” Nina looked up at his eyes, “You wanna return to Buenos Aires?”
“Well… Yeah.” Gastón reached to take both of her hands to his and ran his thumps over them. “I have been thinking that for a while now. I mean, I didn’t come back last year, and honestly kind of regret it. Matteo really tried to get me to come. So, you’d like that, if we did go back? We could stay at mine.”
“Yes, I really would love that,” Nina smiled at him, “Your parents would be fine with us staying there?”
“Of course. I am not sure about their schedules right now, but if we get to be by ourselves, I’m not gonna be upset.” Gastón got up from his chair and moved to one on the other side of the table next to Nina.
“Luna will be so excited,” Nina smiled, “It would be so great to see everybody…and we can tell them.”
“Right, they don’t know,” Gastón laughed, “Almost 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.”
“She’s probably never going to change in that aspect,” Nina laughed, “At least Delfi shut Fab and Chic down, but Jazmin is never going to stop.”
“We’re never going to live to see that day,” Gastón agreed, “How 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.”
“That's a good idea.”
“Well, lets not waste any time.” Gastón took his phone out and called Matteo.
“Hey!!!” Matteo appeared on the screen after a moment, “Nice to see you fancy school people. I was beginning to worry that you are beginning to forget how to speak Spanish.”
“We spoke yesterday,” Gastón snarked while changing his phone to his other hand, while wrapping the other around Nina. “Is Luna there?”
“We want to talk to you both.” Nina continued.
“Yeah, she is here… somewhere.” Matteo appeared to look around, “I think she went to the kitchen.”
Nina and Gastón looked as Matteo got up, from Mansion’s living room from the looks of it, and started walking around.
“She’s with Simon in the kitchen,” Matteo whispered to them, “Do you want to…?”
“Just don’t show the screen,” Gastón said, while their view on the video call got quite crooked as Matteo lowered the phone.
“Chica Delivery,” Matteo entered the kitchen where Luna was sitting with Simon and Ambar, “Can you come with me for a moment?”
“For what?” Nina and Gastón heard Luna’s voice question.
“We, uhm, have a phone call,” Gastón felt half bad for kind of finding Matteo’s stumblings in the attempt of hiding who he had been talking, kind of funny.
“From who?” Simon’s voice rang, “Why the secrecy?”
“There is no secrecy. It is my cousin, wants to meet my girlfriend,” Matteo continued, “And its none of your business anyway.”
“You know, if you wanna make out, you can just say so!” Ambar’s voice yelled as Luna and Matteo walked to the mansion’s stairwell.
“What does your cousin want from me?” Luna questioned as they entered her room.
“It’s not my cousin,” Mateo huffed and sat on her bed, flipping the videocall’s camera back to the front and spoke to Nina and Gastón. “I hope this means we can stop this act at some point soon.”
“Oh my gosh!!! Hi!” Luna jumped next to Matteo on the bed. “You could have just said that it was them.”
“Actually, your performance was very entertaining,” Gastón laughed.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Matteo rolled his eyes sarcastically. “So what is up with you two?”
“Well, we want to talk with you two about something,” Gastón started talking, “You’ll probably be happy about that, since you like to complain.”
“Uuuuuu, about what?” Luna leaned closer, excited.
“We were talking about the summer, and Gastón’s internship doesn’t start until in a few weeks from starts of the summer—” Nina started explaining, “—so we thought we’d come back, for a couple of weeks.”
“REALLY!?!” Luna started jumping, “OMG! You are really planning on coming back?”
“Yeah, I think we both miss all of you there,” Gastón responded, “Plus, maybe it is time to let everyone know, about us I mean. You two haven’t told anybody right?”
“Of course not.” Matteo scoffed clearly smiling, “Everyone else is in deep darkness about you two, even if it really should be really obvious, if they just saw your faces.”
“Well, thats the plan, we want to tell everybody.”
“So, when exactly are you coming, on what day?” Matteo asked, “Because, uhm… actually, I have an idea. We’ll 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.”
***
“I wonder what Matteo bribed Luna with to get her on this early morning flight,” Gastón said to Nina as they were walking towards Luna and Matteo’s arrival gate at 9:35 the morning at Heathrow.
“I honestly don’t know, or do I want to know,” Nina shook her head and turned to look at Gastón’s watch, “When is it landing?”
“In ten minutes,” Gastón said pulling her closer by the waist as they sat down. “We better enjoy the quiet while we can.”
“You know you miss them,” Nina rolled her eyes at him before leaning her head in his shoulder, “But it probably will take a while until they can get off. I can’t 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?”
“Good times,” Gastón laughed before brushing a strand of hair back behind Nina’s 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.
There was no sign of Luna and Matteo until the crowd started dwindling.
“¿Estás seguro de que esta es la dirección correcta?” A bubbly voice all a sudden was heard at the terminal.
“Yes, this is the right direction.”
“But are you sure? We need to find them.”
“I have been here before… I am sure.”
Nina and Gastón 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.
“But are they here?” Luna was jumping on her tiptoes on the platform sneakers she was wearing, “What if they went to the wrong gate?”
“They didn’t,” Nina and Gastón saw Matteo and Luna’s heads turn towards them and they got up from the bench they had been sitting. “They’re right there.”
“AAAAAAAaaaaaahhhh!” Nina felt Gastón detach his arm from around her, just a few moments before she was tackled into an extremely tight hug. Wasn’t Luna just at the other side of the terminal? Well, maybe she had finally actually learned to fly. “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!”
“I missed you too.” Nina hugged Luna back, and Luna tightened her grip, so it got hard to breathe for a moment.
“You look so good!” Luna still kept jumping up and down after she had released Nina, “You have not fully turned into a “posh English lady” on me?” Luna joked.
“No, never,” Nina laughed. She turned to look at Gastón who was just coming out of his own hug with Matteo.
“I honestly can’t believe this! You’re together again. True love really conquers all!” Luna gushed after tackling Gastón in a hug as well.
“I am with her,” Matteo laughed, “I honestly needed to see this in person, so now I can fully believe it.”
“You need a demonstration?” Nina saw Gastón smirk before his arm wrapped around her pulling her into a kiss.
***
“So, you are looking very well,” Matteo nudged Gastón with his elbow. They had separated from the girls at first when they had arrived at campus because Luna had wanted to see Nina’s room. “Such a different tune from the fall.”
“Well, it is hard to mask how happy she makes me.” Gastón smiled as he opened the door to his room. Oliver and Jacob had left to their homes earlier during the week.
“And everything that comes with it?” Matteo raised an eyebrow suggestively as he sat down.
“Well, I don’t have any reasons to complain,” Gastón nodded his head, “She’s amazing, in any way imaginable. Even though I do sometimes fear that Nina’s mother is getting ready to wring my neck for what we have been doing, like she probably would have when Nina was 17.”
“Are you in a relationship if you are not scared of your in-laws?” Matteo laughed, “Oh, I can finally say this in person. Congratulations, you’re no longer acting like an idiot!”
“You been waiting for a long time to say that huh?” Gastón punched Matteo lightly on the shoulder.
“Yes!” Matteo punched him right back, “I have been watching you to be the biggest mess in your life when it has come to Nina for FOUR years now… it’s finally over! I am just so happy about you two being happy.”
“I mean, I could say the same about you and Luna—” Gastón was interrupted by the door opening. Had he not locked it and the girls were coming… No, they would have heard them afar.
“I thought you left in the morning?” Gastón asked as James suddenly walked through the door.
“Series of unfortunate events… because I don’t have a car,” James leaned on the doorframe, “Dad’s picking me up…” James moved his eyes in the room and finally noticed Matteo, “...I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had company. Wait… are you Matteo?”
“En vivo y en persona.” Matteo got up from the bed, while eyeing James verily. Gastón had not really considered how this meeting would go down before this moment. Matteo out of principle wasn’t the biggest fan of Gastón’s other friends —whom he had never met until now— because he was a bit territorial about their friendship. On the other hand, Matteo did know that what he and Gastón had was never going to be broken.
“Matteo, be nice.” He said in Spanish.
“I am always nice,” Matteo rolled his eyes before offering his hand to James and switching to English, “Matteo Balsano, Gastón’s best friend.”
“James Wilson,” James shook Matteo’s hand, “Nice 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.”
“Yeah, Spanish can be a hard language to master… But I managed to do it once upon a time.” Matteo deadpanned. Gastón found this scene purely comical.
“So, you are flying to Buenos Aires in the evening?”
“Yeah,” Gastón answered James, “Matteo and his girlfriend flew here from Italy, so we can go back together. Nina’s showing her around.”
“Oh yeah, you finally got to meet her,” James directed his words to Matteo who threw Gastón a side glance. “I 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 Gastón stopped being an idiot.”
“Yeah, I have a lot of experience with him being an idiot when it comes to girls. Nina’s no exception” Matteo started saying, his side eye towards Gastón growing “But yep, I have met her… for the first time.”
“Don’t oversell it,” Gastón said to Matteo in Spanish so James couldn’t hear. “We should probably go find the girls.”
“James, I see you at the fall.” He patted James on the back as he and Matteo walked out of the door.
“How long are you gonna keep this up?” Matteo questioned as they were walking down a hallway, “These guys still don’t know about your crazy quest for the invisible internet girl?”
“Or that I knew her before at all,” Gastón shook his head, “I even told them that Luna’s name is Sol, because otherwise, it would look quite weird that my best friend's girlfriend has the exact same name as Nina’s best friend.”
“You do know that you need to tell them someday,” Matteo continued, “You can’t lie to save your life, so I am surprised that anyone has ever bought this. They’ll find out during the wedding anyway.”
“When have you become this wise?” Gastón nudged Matteo with his elbow.
“I have always been like it,” Matteo shrugged laughing, “But don’t change the subject. They need to know before the wedding.” He looked at Gastón smirking, “What? We both know that that’s the endgame here. Not like you haven’t thought about it.”
“Of course, I have.” Gastón smiled. He had thought about it, maybe a little too much for only being 20, but he couldn’t help it. That was the only future he saw in his mind. “But, we've only been together again for a little over a month. We can’t just pick up where we left off and were young. Nina’s 19. Ana would actually kill me. I guess there is no rush, if we're being realistic here. It’s not like you have any proposal plans yet either.”
“Hey! We were talking about you!” Matteo pointed a finger at Gastón.
“It’s really good to have you back!” Gastón started laughing.
“You too,” Matteo hugged him suddenly, “I honestly missed you, a lot.”
***
“Are your roommates here?” Luna asked while skipping ahead of Nina in the stairwell.
“No, I told you, Marlee and Ariana went home earlier this week.” Nina explained as she opened the door to the level where her room was located.
“Awww, thats sad.” Luna hung her head as they walked on a hallway, “They sound awesome, I would like to meet them.”
“I am sure you will,” Nina said as she opened her dorm room’s door.
“Uuuuuuu, this room is nice,” 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. “But have you been staying here alone now that they’ve gone?”
“No, I haven’t been staying here,” Nina said as she sat on her bed. “Gastón’s roommates are also gone, so I have been spending the night there.”
“Oh, right,” Luna said while jumping next to Nina, “So, do you need any help with packing?”
“I got everything sorted out yesterday,” 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 Gastón didn’t make any sense when they weren’t forced to do it.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Are we going to eat or what?” Matteo and Gastón appeared through the door, “I am starving.”
*
Nina and Gastón were sitting at the table with Ana. They had arrived in Buenos Aires the morning the day before and stayed at Gastón’s house. Nina’s mom had insisted that they come to have lunch with her as soon as they arrived.
Ana knew about them already, Nina had told her parents pretty soon after they had talked to Gastón’s 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.
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.
“Isla and Marco must be happy to have you back,” Ana said addressing Gastón.
“Well, they would be,” Gastón laughed, “If they were here. They’re in Columbia. They were actually quite mad, that we were coming back while they were gone. But they’ll be back next week, and I will get no peace.”
“Well, I understand them quite well,” Ana turned toward Nina, “I would be the same way if you came back while I wasn’t here.”
“Well, you never travel anyway,” Nina rolled her eyes, “So you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Why would I want to travel? Ana continued, “There 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.”
“You know Dad’s very happy there,” Nina responded, “What would he need to be here anyway? I’m not here. Oh, did you get those boxes I asked for?”
“Yes, I did.” Ana said, “What do you need them for?”
“I need to sort out my stuff so I can ship some of it over.” Nina answered. She had thought she had already explained this to Mom. “I 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.”
“Actually, have you talked to Mora lately?”
“No, not really,” Nina furrowed her brow.
“Well, she’s coming back from Milan.” Ana smiled.
*
“What are you looking at?” 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 Gastón had been left alone. They had few hours before they had agreed to meet up with Luna and Matteo.
Gastón 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.
“You were very beautiful,” His head turned towards her for a moment. There was clear sadness in his eyes. “I should have been there.”
“No one can blame you for not being,” Nina wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind. “You 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.”
“That's what I said to Matteo, but I was lying,” Gastón put the photo back down, “If I would have tried, I could have come to see your performance live at the River Live Fest, Luna’s party, and to your graduation. Mom and Dad have miles for the rest of my life… I just couldn’t do it. It wouldn’t have been fair to you and… I couldn’t have borne to see you, with him.”
“I can’t blame you for that either.”
“He’s not in this picture.”
“I broke up with him the day before,” Nina explained. She still felt guilty when she thought of that. “So, he obviously didn’t show up. I don’t know what happened with him afterward, except that he doesn’t work at Roller anymore. Maybe it’s for the best that we don’t see each other, I hurt Eric way too much for it to be fair for us to be friends.”
“You could never hurt anybody.” Gastón turned around and ran his finger on Nina’s cheek.
“But I have, and probably will in the future.” Nina shook her head before looking into his eyes, “Why are we even talking about my ex? There’s no point to that, he’s gone, and I am in love with you. I only hope that he is happy, the way I am.”
Gastón 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.
“So, I am pretty sure your stuff isn’t going to pack itself,” Gastón said looking around in Nina’s room. “Are you taking those photos?”
“Should I?” Nina asked looking at her nightstand, “Did you pack the ones you have from your graduation?”
“Yes. I thought I’d take that whole album.” Gastón nodded, “It’s just something nice to have. Those are good pictures.”
“I agree,” Nina said, turning her head, “I’ll look through some of the books I have here, see if I wanna take any.”
She was leaning forward on the bookcase when she felt fingers trace down on her spine.
“What are you doing?” She turned around and Gastón’s arm grabbed her tight around the waist.
“Well, just a thought. I did some calculations, and we have more than plenty of time on our hands and your mother’s gone…”
“We were supposed be packing.” A smile formed on Nina’s 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. Gastón was just the one who acted on more daring impulses faster.
“We can 100 percent get it done, but now that we’re alone, and will probably be hounded by everyone the rest of the day when we get to the mansion.”
“Aha.”
***
“Welcome!” Luna and Matteo were waiting for them at the mansion’s gate when Gastón drove his car up to the gate.
“Is everything in order?” Nina asked Luna as they started walking across the garden.
“Yes,” Luna was practically bouncing. “Simon and Ambar are thinking that just Nina is coming.”
“Pedro’s not here,” Matteo continued, “He’s out with Delfi, house hunting. Or not house hunting exactly but looking for an apartment so they can move in together.”
“Oh, I just love surprises!” Luna jumped up.
“Lets just hope it’s a good one,” Gastón ran his hand on the back of his neck. He had been detached from the rest of the group, you couldn’t get around that fact, so he was a little nervous.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Luna looked at him. “When has love not been good news?”
“Well, it will be a surprise,” Nina reached to take Gastón’s hand, “No one knows that we even ended up at the same campus.”
“I can’t wait to see Simon’s face,” Matteo laughed.
“I’m excited!” Luna jumped again as they got to the door.
“Here we go,” Gastón 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.
“Hey!” Luna yelled inside the house and winked an eye to the others, “SHE’S HERE!”
After a moment, footstep started approaching them.
“Nina’s here already?” Ambar, wearing pastels once more, emerged from direction of the kitchen, Simon behind her. “So great that you’re back…”
Ambar’s voice trailed off as Gastón felt both of hers and Simon’s eyes focus on him. Amber clearly was attempting to minimize the shock on her face.
Simon on the other hand did not even try: “What?”
*
“You need to tell us everything,” Ambar said once everyone was sitting down at the mansion’s living room. “I mean, we knew nothing about this at all.”
“Well, it’s a long story,” Gastón said looking at Nina, “We 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.”
“Who just happened to be my roommates,” Nina continued, “So it was kind of impossible to avoid each other.”
“We bumped into her on the first day, not that I knew that Nina was there, Matteo.” Gastón shot a side-eye towards his best friend, “So 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. It’s impossible.”
“We all know that fighting against something that is inevitable has no use,” Simon said draping his arm around Ambar.
“But you kept this under wraps really well,” Ambar continued, “I 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.” Then she suddenly turned toward Luna and Matteo, “I also can’t believe that you two knew about this and somehow kept it secret.”
“I can keep a secret.” Luna protested.
“Well, yes, you can, but I thought you would have been bouncing off the walls.”
“She was, trust me.” Matteo remarked, “Not like they told us right away either, though.”
“It was two weeks,” Gastón rolled his eyes, “And you were the first to know before anybody else.”
“How did your other friends react?” Simon asked.
“Well, thats the thing,” Gastón smiled shortly, “They 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 don’t know that Nina’s the same person.”
“Seriously?” Simon and Ambar looked astonished, “That kind of secret is almost impossible to keep.”
“They don’t speak any Spanish, so we don’t need to worry about saying something and being overheard,” Nina started talking. Gastón slid his arm on her waist, lacing his left-hand fingers with hers. “We know that we need to tell them at some point, but don’t exactly know how. Yet anyway.”
“It is one step at the time, right now.” Gastón continued, “Right now, we need to tell you all that we’re back together. You we’re the first ones after Luna and Matteo, then there are the rest.”
“Do you have any plan for that?” Luna asked, “Because Ramiro took Jim and Yam to Chile.”
“Thats the problem, not everyone is even here.” Nina breathed.
“I might have an idea,” Ambar perked up suddenly.
“All the help is welcomed.”
“Okay good,” Ambar continued, “Unlock your phones and give them to me.”
“Okay…” Gastón and Nina handed their phones to Ambar.
“So, I trust, when the case is two of you, that you have pictures.” Ambar looked very focused, “Preferably one where you are kissing.”
“Yes, we do.”
“Perfect. Now everyone else, mute the group chat.” Ambar chucked her own phone to Simon. “So, I have your permission to do this?” She looked at Nina and Gastón.
“Yes.”
“Great,” Ambar smiled and handed them their phones back. “Now everyone will definitely know within the hour. If I have learned anything from Delfi and Jazmin, it is that news travel quickly.”
“Well, now that thats done, tell me everything about Oxford.” Ambar continued, “It must be so beautiful.”
“It truly is,” Nina started saying, “I 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.”
“She is already showing signs of a British accent,” Gastón turned to look at her, “So she is definitely getting the hang of it.”
“Those two won’t speak any Spanish anymore once they return to us for good,” Matteo laughed.
“Well, we’ll see in four years.” Gastón rolled his eyes again toward Matteo.
“Four years?” Simon questioned.
“Until I graduate,” Nina explained.
“Are you coming back then too?” Ambar looked at Gastón. “I thought you’d be doing a PhD.”
“Oh no, I am not doing that,” He shook his head, “I 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 don’t wanna spend all my twenties studying. There are other things I want out of life.”
“I am just going to sit here and pretend to know what you are talking about,” Simon laughed, “I 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 didn’t believe me.”
“Well, everyone has their own paths,” Nina nodded, “How are you doing with Pedro and the band?”
“Still figuring it out,” Simon grimaced, “But we’re optimistic. It is really not the same with no Nico.”
“Nico still having fun at New York?” Matteo crossed his arms, “We haven’t heard of him in a while.”
“Thats the thing,” Simon continued furrowing his brow, “I am not sure… He and Ada have not worked out.”
“Maybe he’ll come back then!” Luna piped up.
“We can hope that.” Simon shook his head smiling.
“Lot of people are coming back now,” Ambar said looking down, “I mean I came back from pretty much oblivion… and honestly I should thank you.” She turned to look at Gastón. “You don’t need to be this nice to me, last we saw each other I was skating for the Sliders.”
“Actually, it was during the Open,” Gastón responded. Honestly, he didn’t see any reason to be mad at Ambar. He had heard many good things about how she had turned things around.
“I have been trying to compartmentalize the Red Sharks out of my mind.” Ambar closed her eyes.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. We’re fine. I have known you for a long time, and honestly proud of you.”
“How long have you known each other?” Simon leaned forward, curious.
“Since third grade?” Ambar counted with her fingers, “I am not doing the math right now. I went my whole comprehensive schooling at La Hoja de roble.”
“And I started there when I was nine,” Gastón added, “So yeah, third grade checks out. If I remember correctly both Delfi and Jazmin both started there in the fifth grade.”
“Did you go to that school as well?” Luna asked Matteo.
“Yep, I started there at eighth grade. Probably like a week or two after the semester actually started, because Dad’s moving schedule of course couldn’t possibly let me start school like a normal person.”
“Yep, I saved your skin during the chemistry class.” Gastón laughed.
“Thats not what happened!” Matteo countered. “I had it under control.”
“It didn’t look like it,” Gastón shook his head, “You were absolutely lost with Mr. Patrena’s whiteboard.”
“He was the worst,” Ambar huffed, “How anybody ever learned anything from his classes, is beyond me.”
Suddenly they heard the noise of mansion’s door opening.
“Have you seen this—??!!” 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.
“Yes, we have,” Ambar spoke first, “Live, actually.”
“It really is true?” Delfi and Pedro turned to look at Gastón and Nina.
The Team of Jam&Roller
Ramiro: What?
Jim: IIIiiiiiiIIIIIiiiiIII!! 💗💜💚💙💛
Yam: Omg!!💙💙💙💙
Ramiro: Cool
Jazmin: I need an interview now!
Gastón: 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 Gastón's graduation, and they will eventually become the godparents to Gastón 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 Gastón 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 Gastón 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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60 for the drabbles
So for this one I’m going with the current place I’m in on canon because this prompt is hard, so this is Lutteo making up after the big fight
Gastón was determined, specially since this was his girlfriend’s plan, and if there’s someone you can trust to make the best plans, it’s Nina, but then again, maybe he’s a bit biased, anyways, back on topic, Gastón was determined, because he’s done, he’s done with seeing his best friend sulking around because the girl he loves is mad at him.
Nina was tired, she was sick and tired of Luna pretending she’s okay with this, she sees the way her best friend looks at him, the longing on her eyes, so she’s not going to stop until she gets back the sparkle on her favorite moonchild’s eyes, so now she’s dragging said girl through school, when they’re definitely not supposed to be there, but when your boyfriend’s dad is the principal, you get some perks.
Luna was miserable, she was out of the team, Juliana was getting on her nerves, she didn’t have any news about her moon medallion, and she still didn’t know what she was going to do to get over Matteo, but now, she’s getting dragged across the school halls by her girl best friend and getting pushed into a room by said girl, and then she looks up and she sees him.
Matteo was drained, he had his dad on his case about college, Ramiro’s still mad at him about ditching the team, and worst of all, Luna still won’t talk to him, but it’ll all change now, as he’s being pushed inside a room by his best friend, and then he looks ahead and he sees her, and the doors clicking echoes around the room
“Chico Fresa? What are you doing here? What is going on?” She immediately turns around and starts trying to open the door “This isn’t funny, eh? Nina, open up!”
From the outside of the door you can hear Nina “we’re not opening this room until you two talked it out”
Luna slams her head on the door, groaning, while Matteo sighs “Chica Delivery, now that we’re going to be here a while, can I finally tell you why I did what I did?”
“I guess, since we’re stuck here, now please tell me the truth, I’m tired of excuses”
“Okay, just, please let me say everything before you interrupt me, cause I know you will” he chuckles “and I need to get everything out, otherwise I might never say it”
“Out with it Matteo”
“So, the reason for everything I did, and I’m not saying it’s excusable, I know it was bad, but I didn’t know how to deal with that- anyways, what I want to say, is, my dad wants me to go to Oxford next year” she perks up, about to say something “No, you promised no interruptions” she relaxes, making a ‘mouth-zipping’ motion and he continues “So, he wants me to go there, and I can’t say no to the guy” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair “I just can’t, I didn’t want that for you, I didn’t want us to be dreaming and hoping for a future together only for everything to fall away when I leave” she goes to interrupt him again “and I know, I know what you’re going to say, because you’re a fighter” he cups her face and rubs his thumb against her cheek “and you’d go to the ends of the earth if you felt you could get what you want, but I hate seeing you sad, I can’t bear it, so I lied, but I’m done, I’m done with the lies, I’m done with not doing what I want for the sake of not disappointing a man who’s never cared about me, I’m done carrying that weight, I don’t want Oxford, I want to stay here, I want to skate, and most of all, I want you”
She’s crying, she started crying halfway through his speech, but now she’s sobbing, and she throws herself into his arms, holding him tight “Don’t ever do this to me again”
“Don’t worry, Chica Delivery, whatever comes, we’ll face it, together”
“Together”
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Soy Sol: Chapter 2 (Gossip that Spreads like Wildfire)
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Luna is stunned by what she's just witnessed. She'd never expect Matteo to be cozying up so close with a random girl, especially after everything they've been through together. Luna started having doubts and her fears just came rushing over her like a waterfall. She couldn't believe that he would do this, all because she was late
When Matteo sees that it was Luna who opened the door, he immediately got up ignoring Viviana, as if she wasn't there. "Luna, I've been looking everywhere for you. You promised you would be here for my last show and you know how important this is for me. Why were you late.... again? You even promised to watch the entire show this time." Luna just stood there, staring at Matteo. Her rambunctious thoughts were clouding her judgement. She doesn't want to think about it, yet she already is. What if Matteo is cheating on her?
Matteo's face quickly changed when he saw a depressed look on her very pale face. "Que to pasa mi amor? What's the matter my love?" Matteo asks Luna in a very worried tone. Luna shakes her head from a terrified trance. "No nothing, I just came to tell you how proud I am. The arena seemed packed with loads of people. Umm yeah and I also wanted to apologize for being late. Too late it seems." Luna tries to not think about what she noticed yet the random girl staying in the room isn't making Luna feel any better. "I'm sorry who are you?" Luna questions the girl sitting on the couch who seems to not feel bad for listening on their conversation.
"I'm Viviana Marcel. Some people like to call me a very famous actress and rising singer; but if I'm being modest, I've only been in like fifteen movies," Viviana brags to Luna, showing off. "Really. Well sorry I had to ask is just I've never seen you on TV or in anything," Luna says sincerely which brings an enraged frown onto Viviana's face. "Oh, would you look at the time, it's getting late. I don't want to arrive home late since I have a very important meeting at Laix tomorrow. You know the place where famous people work together. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't know it since you're not, well a celebrity. Ciao Matteo, I'll talk to you later." Viviana leaves after giving a wink to Matteo.
Luna's depressed look still stays plastered on her face. That girl almost reminds her of a celebrity version of Daniela, and after everything was finally going great for her and Matteo. "Luna, your smile has disappeared all of a sudden and hasn't come back. Please tell me what's wrong. I'm always here for you," Matteo states to Luna, expressing his concern. Luna almost stutters when she says, "Matteo why is Viviana here? What were you doing with her?" Matteo instantly takes a sigh of relief because he originally thought something unpleasant happened to her. "Oh, Luna you don't have to worry about her. She's just a friend I met through Rafeal. It's okay." "Matteo what would've happened if I didn't arrive at that moment," Luna asks anxiously holding on to every word she said. Matteo hesitantly replies, "Nothing. Nothing at all."
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Next Morning
Simón and Ámbar's House
Simón wakes up in his Buenos Aires home at eight o'clock in the morning. He's surprised to notice Ámbar is not there beside him. He pulls the sheets to their new bed and marches to the kitchen. Ámbar is sitting in the dining table doing some paperwork while drinking a café con leche. This brings a large smile on his face seeing how hard of a worker his soon to be wife is. "Buenos días mi amor. Good morning my love," Simón declares to Ámbar which also brings a warm smile on her face. "So, how's the paperwork going?" Simón asks Ámbar. "Honestly, it's not looking too good. I don't know if we'll be able to keep the Jam and Roller for so long especially since Vidia is considering on selling it to this company who wants to remodel it as a club and bar. They're the ones with the highest bid and if nobody comes soon to place a higher offer... we may lost it," Ámbar reluctantly replies to Simón.
"I can't believe this. First the separation of the Roller Band, then the separation of the Roller team, and now this. The worst part is how can we even tell Luna about this? How can we tell the rest about this," Simon complains while he and Ámbar give each other worried glances. "I don't know how we should tell her but one thing I know for sure is that we need to tell her soon cause what if she finds out and thinks we were lying to her this whole time. The one thing I've learned from my previous mistakes is that lying does no good and the truth always ends up revealing itself... but we'll think about that later. Right now, let's eat some breakfast cause I have a meeting to get to. Whatever happens, we need to find a backup plan to work somewhere else while I study to become a lawyer."
As Ámbar gets up from her chair, she turns the TV on. The news channel announces, "This just in! Viviana has been spotted AGAIN being very close to Matteo Balsano, the infamous 'Quiero Verte Sonreir' artist, yesterday night at his last concert for his Alla Voy Tour. Could this mean that Matteo has a new girlfriend and broke up with Luna Valente!" Ámbar and Simón both turn their heads and look at each other, shocked by what they just saw on the news. "I can't believe it! I wonder what Luna must be thinking watching this. It's just that this doesn't even make sense. Matteo would never do such a thing to Luna and even so she would have told me by now," Simón states confusingly. Simón and Ámbar are both confused and concerned about what they have just witnessed.
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Nina's Apartment
Nina accidentally spills her coffee after hearing what she just saw on the news. Gastón hears the loud noises in the living room, so he runs quickly to Nina from the kitchen to help her. "Que paso, what happened? Are you okay Nina," Gaston asks while helping her clean the mess she made. Gastón arrived last night from his job being an engineer. The company he works at has multiple branches, so he tends to travel all around the globe to set up meetings and build all sorts of new gadgets. Nina had also arrived from Oxford after finishing the semester early. She only has one year left to graduate and can't wait to travel with Gastón as a professional writer.
"Did you hear what was on the news? Apparently, Matteo has been spotted multiple times with this girl named Viviana. News outlets think that he broke up with Luna and replaced her with Viviana. I just couldn't believe it. I was so shocked I accidentally tipped over my coffee. Sorry for the mess," Nina states to Gastón. "No pasa nada. It's okay, the stain easily comes off but going back to what happened with Matteo... is this true, en serio," Gastón wonders, hoping Nina would say a 'no, just kidding' but sadly that was not the case. "Well we don't know if he did break up with Luna but the pictures that they showed of him with Viviana look very real and very close." "Esto no puede ser. This can't be true. I'm going to call Matteo right away. We have to get to the bottom of this," Gastón vividly expresses his disbelief right before turning his head and seeing the TV screen, in which he noticed the girl that's with Matteo. He doesn't for sure know who she is, but that girl appears very familiar to him. Then, Gastón remembered who she is and quickly runs to go call Matteo. After Nina puts her mug inside the sink, she rushes to go call Luna as well.
*BTW: Thank you guys for the support you've been giving Soy Sol in the last chapter. I really do appreciate it and hope you guys like the rest :D *
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Playing Cupid
It’s finally here, the next chapter of Playing cupid. This took me forever, I don’t have a lot of time to write anymore. Anyway, this was a fun chapter to write, we’re moving forward. The long awaited face to face is coming closer and closer. I don’t know when the next update is but enjoy this chapter in the meantime.
Luna and Matteo have been building their lives together slowly. Fresh out of college, they’re 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 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | find my other fics here
Chapter 4: A Shocking Surprise
Nina hesitated and she was conflicted about what she would tell Luna but deep down, she knew it's better to tell the truth. She would feel better afterwards. So that's what she did. She told her best friend everything. From the way she felt when Gastón left to getting together with Eric to breaking up with him to realizing what she truly felt when Gastón went to Oxford.
"Looking back on everything, I realized that we shouldn't have broken up. There was no point." Nina looked sad admitting this but continued anyway, "I know we could have figured it out. We were strong enough to have a long disctance relationship and thinking back, it wouldn't even have been for that long since I wanted to go to Oxford as well." she sighed, "How did everything get so wrong?"
Luna was speechless, she knew Nina still had feelings for her ex-boyfriend but she didn't know how strong they still were. This has made her even more determined to get them back together no matter what.
She thought of saying something so she ended up saying: "I can't possibly understand how you feel right now but I do know that life can take an unexpected turn and it will all be okay in the end. If your love is strong enough, you will get through anything, I'm sure of that so don't give up. You'll find your way."
Nina just nodded, she wasn't truly convinced about what her best friend was telling her but she hoped that there will be light at the end of the tunnel, even if the tunnel seems too dark for it to be possible.
"I hope you're right. I really don't like feeling like this."
"Just look at me and Matteo or Ámbar and Simón. It seemed hopeless for all of us but look at us now. Me and Matteo are engaged and Ámbar and Simón are already married and living their best life right now, visiting Simón's family in Mexico."
Nina smiled at Luna's shot at trying to cheer her up. The image of her friends being happy and in love did cheer her up and have her hope that she would have a chance to feel like that as well at some point.
"I don't know but I don't want to talk about this right now. We need to make plans for your wedding. That's the priority at the moment." she tried to change the subject because she didn't want to feel sad anymore. She needed a distraction.
Her trick worked since Luna started talking about her plans but she knew Luna was just humouring her and not letting it go anytime soon and she didn't know if she liked it just yet.
***
Luna and Nina were still talking when Matteo came up behind Luna and startled her by giving a kiss on her cheek. He chuckled when she jumped a little from her seat and she laughed along with him.
When she saw him, she was dying to ask him how his meeting with Gastón went but she couldn't ask him just yet. Nina still didn't know about his arrival and the role he was going to have in their wedding. She was a little afraid of her reaction but she had to find a way to prepare her for what's going to happen. A meeting was going to be inevitable between them and Nina wouldn't like a surprise like this.
Matteo was a little nervous to see that Nina was here too. He should have expected to see her since they're still in Jam & Roller but he believed that Luna was taking her out to eat somewhere else. He had to be careful, Gastón was with him and he would wait outside since he wasn't ready to go back in yet but he was sure that if he stayed inside for too long, his best friend would come looking for him.
"Hey, chico fresa. What are you doing here?" Luna didn't seem to notice he was nervous and that was a good thing but there was still a possibility that Nina would notice it.
"I'm just stopping by to get a smoothie." he said and looked back to see if his friend had followed him, he didn't.
Luna noticed this and asked if everything was alright. "Everything's fine, there's just someone waiting for me outside." he gave her a subtle hint.
Realization appeared on her face and tried to help him: "Right, you shouldn't let them wait for too long then. I'll see you later."
"Sure, we should talk after I get back." he warned her, they needed to come up with a good plan now that that they talked to the two clueless lovebirds.
"Okay, no problem, we'll talk when we get back home then." Luna shrugged and Nina was confused, she had a feeling there was more to this conversation than they showed. She didn't want to pry, if they had problems, Luna would go to her when she's ready.
Matteo kissed her goodbye with a quick but passionate kiss. He turned around afterwards and Matteo had to hide the gasp that left his lips when he saw his best friend walking in. He looked around the cafeteria and Matteo really hoped he wouldn't see the two girls he was standing next to. It would be too soon now. He just got back and Matteo just knew he wasn't ready to see her again.
But it was too late, his best friend saw Nina and shock appeared on his face. He was frozen like a statue and he had no idea what to do. Luna noticed what her fiancé was looking at and before Nina could turn her head to see what grabbed their attention, she asked her: "So what do you think we should for the wedding first?"
The distraction worked and with one last kiss on the nose, Matteo left the two girls talking and he walked over to Gaston, still standing still at the entrance of the cafeteria. He turned him around and with an arm around his shoulders, they walked out of the Jam & Roller. They had things to talk about and this wasn't the right place to do that.
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When Luna and Matteo got back home, they settled into the couch before making dinner. They had priorities that had to be dealt with now.
"That was so close." Luna broke the silence.
"Yeah, I was a little scared this would happen." he answered her.
"He looked like he saw a ghost." she said thoughtfully, "Did he say anything to you about seeing her again?"
"I tried asking him but he just changed the subject, I think he needs some time to process." he frowned, he was worried about what Gastón was feeling right now.
"It must have been hard to see her but I think it was something he had to do, to figure out what he's going to do about her." they already talked about the conversation Matteo had with Gastón earlier today on the way home.
"I think you're right. He might need a little push to try to tell her how he truly feels."
"She might need one too." she paused, "She told me everything about the entire Eric-Gastón situation. They're both too scared to admit anything."
"There has to be some way to convince them that they should have an honest talk. Avoiding each other is only going to cause them pain." he was in deep thought.
"But how do we do that?" she looked up at him frowning.
"I think seeing each other again is the first step but maybe not when the other knows about it. Seeing her again shook him but I think it was necessary. She might need to do this as well." he thought out loud.
"I'm not so sure about this." she answered, "She's still hurting over everything that transpired."
"We have to prepare her some way. They're going to see a lot of each other now that they're going to be part of the wedding. We need to take this step by step. It might not seem like a good thing at the moment but I think it will all be worth it in the end. They deserve to be happy and if they're honest with themselves. They'll see that the make each other happy."
"That's true." she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "Let's just get this over with."
Matteo raised his hand and carressed her cheek with the top of his fingers. "I can't wait until this is all over. I can't wait to be married to you and I can't wait to see my friends happy again." he smiled when she leaned into his touch, "We make quite the good team, chica delivery."
She opened her eyes and smiled at him: "We really do. I'm excited to see what's to come."
They leaned into each other and their lips touched carefully at first, but the kiss turned deeper and more passionate soon after. Everything that still needed to be done was forgotten at the moment and all they could focus on was each other. Dinner had to wait for now, they wanted to forgot about the world and be together and nothing would get in the way of that.
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The day after, they started up the plan they came up with last night. It was risky but something they had to do. Matteo and Gastón were going to meet up in the same park they had yesterday. They still needed to talk about Gastón seeing Nina but they also had to make up for lost time.
Talking and seeing each other over the phone just wasn't the same. Gastón had friends at Oxford but they couldn't compare to his best friend. They've been through a lot together and they know everything about each other. He missed having his best friend around, as did Matteo.
They were just walking around in the park, still catching up to everything that they didn't want to say over the phone. It felt nice to be able to do this again. Matteo seemed a little more tense than usual though. Gastón didn't know what was going on but he just enjoyed talking to him like this again that he didn't think about his behaviour that much.
But unknown to him, two girls were walking close to them. Both Nina and Gastón were oblivious to what was going on. Without her noticing, Luna lead Nina close to the spot that Matteo said he and Gastón would be. Her best friend was talking to her about a book she was reading, she really liked it and couldn't stop talking about it. Luna was only half listening but she noted in the back of her head to ask Nina to borrow the book once she's done with it because it does sound interesting.
Luna was nervous about what's going to happen but she wasn't going to back out now. She needed to do this. Soon, the guys were in eyesight. This was the moment, it was now or never.
"Hey, Nina, is that...?" Luna paused and pointed ahead of her. She was pointing at Gastón and Matteo.
It took Nina a moment to realize what Luna was referring to, she was too distracted by her rant about the book she was reading to process what was going on quickly.
But as soon as she realized what Luna meant, she froze and she was in a state of shock. She couldn't believe her own eyes. Gastón was there standing with Matteo and joking about something. They were too far away to hear what they were talking about. It had been a while since she last saw him but there was no mistaking him, she couldn't forget what he looked like. He did look a little older than the last time she saw him but she still could recognize him easily.
Luna stopped and gauged Nina's reaction. She couldn't see anything but shock on her face. She didn't know what she was thinking and she was desperate to know but she didn't say anything, she didn't want to ruin this moment.
After moments of silence, she couldn't take it anymore and asked softly: "Nina?"
The sound of her voice brought Nina out of her trance and she turned around and ran away. It was too overwhelming for Nina. Luna just let her go, she needed time to process. She felt guilty for doing this to her but she knew this was the best way to prepare her for what's about to come.
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“I scraped my knee and now you’re fixing it up and I swear if you don’t stop running your hands over my leg, I will kick you.”
Just to give some background, this takes place right after season 3 of Soy Luna and Gaston never went to Oxford.
Summer Break, university, boyfriend, scraped knee. That’s what just happened to Nina Simonetti. With finals and college applications, Nina had been drowning in work and never had time to spend with Gastón, her boyfriend who was a first year college student drowning in finals. However it was summer vacation and they finally had the time to start over, have fun and enjoy each other's company before they both went off to university.
“Gastón!” Nina said running towards him. She was so happy to see him again. However Nina felt something was off with her knee and before she knew it her knees buckled and she fell face first on the sidewalk. “NINA!” Gastón screamed as he came sprinting towards her. “What happened, are you okay? Did the sidewalk hurt you? I’m so sorry it just came out it’s no time for jokes,” He said leaning next to her. Nina winced as she tried to get up, “I’m fine in serious,”. Gastón did not believe a single word of it. But then he noticed something on her knee, her whole knee was scraped to the point that blood was oozing out of it rapidly. “Holy shit, Nina your knee,” Gastón gasped. Nina turned to look at her knee and her eyes widened at the sight of all that blood. Nina had never been good with blood. She was so used to seeing it in video games but never in real life. Before Nina knew it she was panicking. “What do I do? I’m losing so much blood am I going to die?”. “Nina you’re not going to die, tell me on a scale of 1-10 how much pain are you in,” “11, It hurts so bad,” Nina cried. Before Nina could say anything else Gastón had scooped her up and carried her bridal style. “We’re close enough to the Jam and Roller, we can fix your knee up there,”
“And no, I’m not gonna put you down until you’re securely bandaged,” “But Gastón there are people staring at us,” Nina whispered. “I don’t care Nina, you’re the only thing that matters to me,” Gastón said firmly. Nina blushed at this. She never was a big fan of PDA but in Gastón’s arms she felt safe, she felt like there was nothing that was holding her back. “Nina don’t cry,” Gastón said, wiping the tears from her eyes. “But it hurts so much,” She said, cringing at the pain. “I know but stay strong, I know it hurts but you’re going to be alright,” Gastón assured her. “Plus, Doctor Gastón Perida is here to fix your knee and you’ll be feeling better than ever,” he bragged. Nina laughed. After walking for another two minutes, “Nina we’re here,” Gastón said. “Do you think you can walk inside?” he asked politely. “I think so,” Nina said, limping towards the door. Leaning on Gastón’s shoulder, Nina limped her way through the Jam and Roller. All of a sudden Luna bumped into Nina. “Oh hey Nina I didn’t see you there,”. “Yeah you clearly didn’t see that when you bumped into her, you just bumped into someone who’s injured,” Gastón glared at Luna. “Oh my goodness I’m so sorry Nina, you know how I am. Here I’ll go get you a chair,” Luna said frantically as she ran around the Jam and Roller searching for a chair.
Matteo was very confused as to why Luna was running around the Jam and Roller searching for a chair. “Hey Nina why is Luna running around the Jam and Roller like she’s crazy?” Matteo asked. Gastón snorted at this, “It’s not like she was normal in the first place,” Matteo glared at Gastón. “Well,” Nina said as she pointed to her knee. “Oh your knee!” Matteo said. “I should go get the first aid kit then,” Matteo said as he walked off. “I found a chair,” Luna said triumphantly as she placed the chair right next to Nina as she let her sit on it. Matteo came back with the first aid kit as he handed it to Gastón. “Well, we’ll just leave you two to fix that bloody knee up, enjoy?” Matteo said, clearly having no clue what was happening as he and Luna walked away.
Gastón sat down and then started to fix up Nina’s knee. First cleaning the scrape. Every single place Gastón touched, goosebumps emerged, as if his touch was intoxicating but in a good way. Gastón noticed Nina's little smile whenever he touched her knee. So he started running his hands over her knee caressing it. Nina sighed at his touch. “Oh god that feels so good”. Nina thought. Nina gently kicked him. “Hey!” Gastón laughed as Nina giggled. “So now all of a sudden your knee is completely fine?” Gastón joked. “What did you expect? I have the best doctor in the world so of course it would feel better,” Nina laughed. “There, your knee should be fine now,” Gastón said, finishing bandaging it up. “I know that we had plans to go see a movie today and I’m so sorry for ruining everything,” Nina confessed. “Nina you really don’t have to apologize, the good thing is that you weren't seriously injured,” Gastón assured her. “Come here,” Gastón said, pulling her onto the floor so that they were sitting facing each other. Both of them leaned in for a kiss before they were interrupted by Matteo, “Um, I need the first aid kit back, someone got injured on the rink,”. “Oh right,” Gastón said, handing Matteo the first aid kit. “Well Nina, I guess today is the day we finally do our monthly Harry Potter movie marathon, right?” Gastón asked. Nina smiled back, “Of course,”.
About 5 hours after they had finished their movie night, it had started to thunderstorm really badly. Ever since Nina was a kid she never got along with thunderstorms. They always scared her and she always used to cry whenever there was thunder. Thunder boomed in the distance as Nina tossed and turned in her bed, terrified. Nina reached for her walkie talkie as she turned the frequency dial. “Gastón, it’s me Nina. Could you please come over? The thunder is really bad and I’m getting really scared, over” Nina said quietly, trying not to wake anyone up. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes, over,” Gastón said through the walkie talkie. Exactly 5 minutes later Gastón was at the foot of her balcony. Nina threw the ladder down and a few moments later Gastón and Nina were cuddling on Nina’s bed. “It’ll be alright, It’ll be alright, It’ll be alright,” Gastón whispered as he rubbed her arms, calming her down. The thunder roared louder than ever this time and Nina jumped in fear. “Shh, it’ll be alright, the storm will go away don’t worry,” Gastón whispered. Before they knew it, both of them had fallen asleep, their limbs entangled with one another's.
“Nina, Nina are you still asleep?” a voice called from outside Nina’s room. Gastón and Nina both jolted up in panic at this. “Um, yea give me a second,” Nina called scrambling at the balcony door. “Go, I don’t wanna see my mom’s reaction to you being here,” Nina hissed. “Love you Nina, I’ll see you at the roller today,” he said leaving a quick kiss on her lips. ”Love you too,” Nina whispered. “Nina, did I hear another voice in your room?” Ana asked, opening the door. Gastón had just climbed down the balcony and was walking home. “No, how could you think such a thing?” Nina said, pretending to be shocked.
14 notes • Posted 2021-02-09 20:52:16 GMT
#4
soy luna head canons for different situations.
Idk if I should make this a series so if so please like this it gives me the motivation to do it haha
15 notes • Posted 2021-06-03 18:28:52 GMT
#3
“I fell into your lap by accident. Oh god, you’re so close now, I can’t breathe.”
“Oh god I’m gonna be late again,” Luna cursed under her breath running through the halls of Hogwarts to get to the Dungeons for Potions class. She opened the door as she saw that class had already started. “Miss Valente, late again? 10 points from Gryffindor,” Professor Slughorn said, shaking his head in disappointment. “I’m so sorry sir it will never happen again,” Luna promised. “Since you’re late, why don’t we use you as an example, do you know what this potion is?” Professor Slughorn asked. Luna looked into the cauldron, what on earth was that? “Um, no sir. I don’t know what that is,”. Nina’s hand shot up in the air. “Miss Simonetti, do you have an answer?” Professor Slughorn asked. “Yes Professor, it's Amortentia which is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them." Nina said. “Good girl, 10 points to Ravenclaw,” Professor Slughorn said.
“Nina’s such a genius,” Gastón whispered to Matteo. “Gastón, this is the 10th time you’re telling me about Nina today. Just ask her out already,” Matteo groaned. “Now Miss Valente, can you tell us what you smell?” Professor Slughorn asked. Luna took a whiff of the potion and almost passed out. As she gained her senses back she said sweetly, “I smell the grass of the quidditch pitch, butterbeer, and-”. “And?” Professor Slughorn prompted. “Matteo’s robes- I mean nothing else,” Luna muttered. Matteo froze. Did she just say Matteo’s robes? So it was true, Luna was in love with him. Matteo’s world was finally piecing together. After all this time, he had thought that it was Simon. After all, he had seen the two kiss last weekend during the Hogsmeade trip. But it completely made sense. On the quidditch pitch last month, Luna and Matteo had laughed and chased each other on their brooms and through the sky. With this memory Matteo was finally able to cast his own Patronus. Then that day in Hogsmeade where Luna was so clumsy that she had spilled butterbeer on him and burst into apologies. Matteo chuckled to himself. No girl had made him feel this way, not a single one. But where did his robes fit into this? Oh how could Matteo ever forget the time where Ámbar had locked Luna up in a broom closet so she could miss her quidditch match.
Flashback
“Someone open the door, I’m gonna be late help!” Luna screamed, banging the door. She was in her quidditch uniform and had left her wand in the locker room. “Anyone help me out of here please,” Luna sobbed. “I can’t be late this time I’m gonna my position as chaser for Gryffindor,” Luna cursed. Matteo heard screaming from the broom closet as he sprinted towards it. “Luna is that you?” Matteo asked. Luna sighed in relief, “Matteo thank goodness can you open the door please?”. Matteo twisted the door knob vigorously yet nothing. “It’s not opening, it’s locked both ways,” Matteo groaned. “Oh for goodness sake Matteo you’re not a muggle, use your wand,” Luna screamed banging on the door. “Oh right, alohomora,” Matteo muttered. Just as he opened the door he felt an arm push him into the closet. “Shit,” Matteo mumbled as he stumbled into the broom closet practically falling on top of Luna. Both of them heard the door lock and groaned in frustration. All of the sudden Luna realized that Matteo was pushed up against her and blushed. The smell of his robes were heavenly and Luna buried her face into them, keeping the scent from leaving her nose.
Both of them awkwardly shuffled away from each other. That being only inches because they were practically squished in the tiny broom closet. Matteo pulled out his wand and muttered some spells. A few seconds later he groaned in frustration. “Nothing is working,” he said, slumping into the side of the closet. Luna screamed in frustration. Matteo always found it cute when she was annoyed. Luna got up and banged on the door, “Help! Open the door, anyone please,”. Matteo sniggered, “It’s not like anyone’s gonna be in this hallway, both of the teams are out on the field playing, “It’s just the two us, alone,” Matteo said staring into her eyes. Luna fidgeted with her robe, “I’m sure someone will get us out of here,” Luna said with uncertainty. “You don’t look very certain,” Matteo said sweetly. “Hey,” Matteo said leaning into Luna. “We’ll get out of here,” Matteo said calmly. Luna pulled him into a hug. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m so glad that I got stuck in here with you chico fresa,”. Matteo smiled as he hugged her, “Me too chica delivery,”. Both of their lips were centimeters away from each other as they both leaned in. Luna was internally screaming she couldn’t believe she was about to kiss Matteo, the boy from her dreams. All of a sudden a large bang startled them both as Luna fell on top of Matteo. Gastón coughed as he opened the door. “Finally I found you two, the game is starting in two minutes, get out on the field. Luna and Matteo sighed in relief, “Thank you so much Gastón,” both of them said in unison. Luna sprinted out to the field giving Matteo a dreamy stare. Matteo was about to go when the Hufflepuff said, “Imma need you to explain everything after,”. Matteo smirked as he ran off.
End of Flashback
“Thank you for the example Miss Valente, you may go back to your table and copy the notes from one of your classmates,” Professor Slughorn said as he continued on with the lesson. Luna made her way to the table she, Nina, Gastón and Matteo sat at. As she made her way to her seat she tripped over her shoe and landed right on Matteo’s lap. His robes smelled just like they did last time. She didn’t know what they smelled like, they just smelled like Matteo. And boy did she love that smell. Luna stared into Matteo’s eyes breathless and shook at what just happened. Matteo’s eyes stared into her. The Slytherin’s eyes were a soft brown and were extremely attractive. Even though Matteo had a harsh exterior she had always seen the better in him. She had seen that the real Matteo was kind, caring, and ambitious. Matteo was breathless at what just happened. His eyes darted between her eyes and lips, internally panicking at what he should do. Luna had been in the same position on Matteo’s lap for what seemed like an eternity. Both of them leaned in for a kiss before Nina hissed at Luna, “Luna, the whole class is staring at you,”. Luna jumped off Matteo's lap as she heard Gastón and Nina sniggering in the background. Matteo and Luna both stared at each other for the rest of the class, as if nothing else mattered.
18 notes • Posted 2021-02-09 20:59:17 GMT
#2
“My biggest fear is drunkenly saying something I wasn’t supposed to say.” –“Oh, like, last night.”
Simon always enjoyed closing the Jam and Roller unlike the other boys. He always found it relaxing and peaceful. While he was closing up, he noticed his guitar on the stage and started playing with it. Before he knew it he was strumming the chords to Como Me Ves. Simon couldn’t stop thinking about but she was indeed a traitor. He had given her the change but she misused it. There was no way that he could ever apologize to her. But he just couldn’t. Every second of every day he couldn’t get her off his mind. The kisses they had shared, the secrets exchanged, it was all a lie to her, nothing more than a game. Simon put the guitar down and locked the Jam and Roller doors. It was around 11 in the night and Simon felt a slight breeze pick up. He absolutely loved nights like this. That was until he got a call. Simon reached into his pocket as he saw it was Ámbar. “Ambar?” Simon asked as he answered the phone. “Oh Simon thank goodness you answered, I thought I was going to die here,” Ambar giggled. Simon stood there in confusion. Why is she giggling like that? Simon thought. It wasn’t like Ambar to laugh, more or less giggle. “Why- Why did you think you would die?” Simon asked, hoping for a concrete answer. “I don’t know there’s lots of swaying lights and lots of people crying, laughing, dancing but I don’t know where I am,” Ambar cried. “Lots of swaying lights?” Simon told himself. “Well were you with anyone, perhaps Emilia?” “Emilia, like the Elephant?” Ambar laughed. Simon doubled in laughter. “Simon it’s not funny I’m scared and in the middle of nowhere what do I do?” Ambar whined. Simon took deep breaths, trying not to die of laughter. He finally realized what was wrong with Ambar. “Oh she’s drunk,” he realized.
There was only one bar in the vicinity of where they lived in Buenos Aires so Simon made his way there. It’s not like Simon ever drank, the Roller Band had played there a couple times and he knew the area pretty well. As Simon was walking there, he got a phone call from Matteo. “Where are you Simon, you promised we’d rehearse after you closed up the roller,” Matteo said. “Something came up Matteo, I can’t really explain right now but I just need you to do me a favor,” Simon urgently whispered making sure no one else heard him. “Yea sure, what’s up?” Matteo asked. “Take Luna on a date or something, just get her out of the mansion for a while,” Simon said. There was a pause from Matteo before he said, “I’ll do it, but why are you asking me this?”. “Matteo I don’t have time to explain but please just get Luna and if you can, her parents out of the mansion or distracted alright?” Simon begged. “Alright fine but you owe me one,” Matteo laughed. “Honestly I really don’t owe you anything,” Simon chuckled. As he turned the corner he saw the bar. “Here goes nothing,” Simon thought. He pushed his way through the bar trying to find Ambar. He went up to the bar and asked someone, “Have you seen a blonde girl with pink extensions dressed in all black? She’s probably around 5’5?”. “Yeah she looked pretty drunk. I think she’s in the bathroom,” The waiter said. “Are you her boyfriend?”. Simon froze at that, “Not really but yes,” Simon played off. “But thank you so much,” Simon said to the waiter as he made his way to the back. He knocked on the bathroom door,
“Ambar, it’s me Simon Alvarez, the guitarist for the roller band, your ex,”. Ambar opened the bathroom door as she stumbled out of it and into Simon’s arms. “Thank god you're here I thought I was going to be lost forever,” Simon pulled her onto his back, “Cmon lets take you home,”. “WHEEEEE!! PIGGY BACK RIDES,” Ambar laughed. Simon started to laugh as he walked through the streets of Argentina with Ambar on his back. Ambar was blabbering all sorts of nonsense as he walked her to the Benson Mansion. “Did you know that Luna is Sol Benson? Apparently 1+1 = 2 who knew?” Ambar gasped. Simon chuckled as he walked them into the complex where the mansion was located. “What’s so funny?” Ambar whined, cluelessly. “Nothing,” Simon said. “Ambar can you tell me which window leads to your room?” Simon said leading them to the lawn in between the Benson Mansion and the fence. Ambar squinted at the windows. She was used to sneaking out so she marked her window sill with a black handkerchief. “That one!” Ambar giggled pointing to the window with the black handkerchief. Simon internally cursed. That was too high for him to open the window and get Ambar inside. “Don’t die, I’ll be right back,” Simon said, sprinting to the warehouse. “Where are you going?” Ambar cried, delirious.
Simon came back with a ladder and placed it on the building. “Ambar, I want you to hold this ladder very tightly, alright? If you let go I will fall and die,” he said very seriously. Ambar gulped and said, “I don’t want you to die Simon so I will hold onto this with my whole life,”. Simon smiled at her. Even though she was quite literally a mess, her bright blue eyes shone through the night sky. She was stunning. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?” Ambar asked. “You’re really pretty,” Simon whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Ambar was starting to realize that Simon still had feelings for her. She obviously couldn’t admit that she was in love with him but the alcohol was kicking in and her consciousness was dropping in and out. Ambar gripped the ladder as tight as she could as Simon climbed up to her window and opened the latch. Simon jumped down as he and Ambar stared at each other for a couple minutes, taking in the other’s presence. Simon knew that Ambar wouldn’t remember this night but he would for the rest of his life. “Ambar, I think this is where I leave, once you get up there close the window and I’ll be on my way,” Simon explained. “Wait, Simon can you stay? I need you,” Ambar pouted. Simon’s heart melted. It didn’t matter that she was drunk, it mattered that it was coming out of Ambar’s mouth. “I don’t wanna get caught by Luna’s parents but yes, I’ll stay,” he told her. Simon placed Ambar in her room and was about to leave when Ambar grabbed his hand and pulled into a kiss. The kiss was full of passion as Ambar’s hands went to his hair. Simon’s hands went to Ambar’s waist. Both of them stumbled onto Ambar’s bed, now making out. But then Simon realized something. “This isn’t right Ambar, you’re dating Benicio and after all you’re DRUNK,”. “Since when was I dating Benicio? As far as I’m concerned he can go die and I’d be happy,” Ambar laughed. “As much as I hate him, don't say that,” Simon said pacing around her room. “Plus I can’t help it, you’re so hot,” Ambar moaned. Simon froze, blushing. “She’s drunk, she’s drunk, don’t let it get to your head,” Simon thought. Although that was something Simon had always wanted to hear from her. “Honestly just fuck me already,” Ambar groaned. “Honestly I would love to fuck you right now but I can’t,” Simon confessed. “Shit I said that out loud” Simon cursed. Ambar’s face flushed realizing what he had just said. “I hate you so much that I love you Simon, you’re irresistible,” Ambar giggled drunkenly.
7 hours later
Ambar woke up tired and confused. Just as she was about to get up she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She slowly turned around and saw Simon peacefully sleeping next to her. Ambar was not only in shock but she was scared. What had she done that was so bad and why was Simon with her? “Simon, what are you doing here?” Ambar asked, shaking him awake. “Five more minutes,” Simon groaned. Ambar sighed as she laid back down and looked at Simon. “I’ll ask you again, what are you doing here?” “You asked me to stay with you, so I did,” he responded simply, turning so that they were facing each other. Ambar’s eyes grew wide, “I did?”. Simon nodded his head. “Yeah you were pretty drunk last night,” he chuckled. “You wanna know something?” Ambar asked, turning to face Simon. “Yeah?”. “One of my biggest fears is to drunkenly say something I wasn’t supposed to say.” –“Oh, like, last night.”. “What did I say?” Ambar panicked. Simon stifled a laugh. “Dale Simon, tell me,” Ambar groaned. “You said to me, honestly just fuck me already,”. Ambar froze, “I- I said that?” Ambar couldn’t believe what she had said to him. It was as though her drunk self was right and that she had let out what normal Ambar had always wanted to say. Simon nodded, laughing, “You also called Emilia an Elephant,” Ambar couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, drunk Ambar is something else,” she joked. Simon laughed with her. “However the funny thing is that I remember you saying something along the lines that you would love to fuck me or something,” Ambar remembered, confused. “Ambar?” Emilia called from outside her door. “Shit! Hide!” Ambar said, pushing Simon into her closet.
26 notes • Posted 2021-02-15 19:29:42 GMT
#1
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve turned your entire living room into a blanket fort and I have no plan in taking it down any time soon.”
Just to give some context, this fic takes place where Matteo and Luna never broke up in s2 episode 70 something. Along with the fact that Ámbar never went evil and Simon never found out that she burned the rink. Also obviously Gastina is still going strong.
Luna couldn’t believe it that the Jam and Roller had won the Rodafest. After celebrating all afternoon, Luna had decided to play a nice little prank. “No, no, I am not doing that Luna,” Nina explained nervously. “Why not Nina?” Luna whined. “Gastón only gave me the key to his and Matteo’s room because he’s forgetful that’s it,” Nina whispered. “Also if Juliana finds about this, we’re going to be in serious, I mean SERIOUS trouble,”. Nina said sternly. “But that’s only if she finds out,” Luna said, smirking. “Alright fine let's do this,” Nina grinned. Luna clapped her hands and jumped up and down in joy. Both of them opened the door to their boyfriend’s room and walked in. “Quick, take everything you can and build a pillow fort,” Luna said, grabbing pillows and blankets. Nina froze in confusion, “I thought you said we were scaring them?”. “We can do that too,” Luna laughed. Nina chuckled and got to work building. After 20 minutes of rearranging and building, both of them had finished building one of the biggest pillow forts they had ever seen. “We really do make a good team Watson,” Luna giggled. Nina laughed and said, “I could say the same thing Sherlock,”. Luna and Nina heard noises coming from outside of the room. “Quick, Gastón and Matteo are coming hide,” Nina hissed. Luna and Nina dived under one of the beds and sat there silently trying their best not to laugh. Matteo opened the door laughing at something Gastón had said. Both of them walked in and noticed that something was off. “Hey someone moved my stuff,” Matteo said. “You’re probably imagining stuff,” Gastón snorted. “Then how do you explain this?” Matteo asked, pointing at the pillow fort. “Literally no one else has our key, how did this happen,” Matteo asked. Luna gulped in laughter. Nina was trying so hard not to make a noise. “Well, not really,” Gastón said. “I gave our spare key to Nina in case I lost it,” Gastón confessed. “You did what?” Matteo asked. “If Juliana finds out we’re gonna be in so much trouble,” Matteo said. “Okay now,” Luna whispered. Nina and Luna both jumped out of the bed scaring the boys. “What are you two doing here?” Gastón and Matteo yelled. “We wanted to prank you,” Luna said bursting with laughter. “And I only did this cause Luna made me,”. Matteo and Gastón pulled their girlfriends over and simultaneously said, “Why don’t you just stay the night with me?” Luna looked at Matteo like he was crazy, “You really thought after all of this I wouldn’t?” Luna laughed. Matteo blushed at this. Meanwhile Nina nervously said, “What if Juliana or anyone else finds out? We’ll be in so much trouble with our parents,”. “It’s not gonna happen, trust me,” Gastón reassured her. For the rest of the night, both of the couples sat in the pillow fort and watched horror movies. Matteo and Luna we’re being crazy like always, bickering and having pillow fights. At one point Luna had hit Nina with a pillow, therefore causing her to jump after dozing off on Gastón’s shoulder. Nina then took the pillow and hit Luna back laughing as Matteo then attacked Gastón. The four of them then started to hit each other with pillows as Nina and Luna were crying of laughter. At one point Matteo put on a slow song and stuck his hand out at Luna, “Can I have this dance chica delivery?” “Of course chico fresa,” Luna said, smirking. Both of them started dancing and well, kissing. Gastón took this opportunity to ask, “Can I have this dance Felicity for now?”. “How could I say no to Roller Track?” Nina smiled. Gastón grinned as Nina took his hand. Nina but her hands on Gastón’s shoulder as his hands went to her waist. Both of them swayed to the music, their foreheads and noses touching the whole time. “At least this time I know who I’m dancing with,” Gastón chuckled. “And I don’t want it to be anyone else,” Nina smiled. Both of them leaned in and kissed. When Gastón and Nina kissed, it’s like the world could end and they wouldn’t care. Nothing could separate them. At one point they had lost track of time as all of them had fallen asleep. Nina was sleeping on her side as Gastón
was behind her, his arm wrapped around her while Luna had fallen asleep on Matteo’s chest. Luna felt like something was off. A loud pug came from her phone as she groaned and opened the text. It was from Simon, Luna, Juliana’s searching for you and Nina. She knows you are with Matteo and Gastón,''Shit!” Luna screamed. Luna jumped off the bed and shook Nina awake. Nina groaned, “Five more minutes,”. “Nina Juliana’s looking for us, we have to go,” Luna urged. Gastón and Nina both shot up and gave each other a glance. “We have to take all of this down,” Gastón said, pointing to the pillow fort. “Right!” Luna cursed. Matteo was still in a deep slumber not taking in a single word. “He needs a little wake up call,” Gastón said slamming the pillow down on Matteo. “Hey what was that for?” Matteo groaned. “You dingbat, we have to get rid of the evidence that the girls were here,”. “Right,” Matteo said, shooting up. Luna could hear footsteps approaching, it was Juliana. Luna cursed under her breath as she grabbed Nina’s hand and opened the door to the next room. Before they knew it Jim and Yam were staring at them in shock, “Why didn’t you knock on the other door,” Jim said pointing to the main door. “No time to explain,” Nina said breathlessly as they opened the next door. “Simon? Ámbar?” Luna screamed as she saw both of them cuddling. “It’s not what it looks like,” Ámbar started but Luna cut her off, “I don’t care right now. Simon, you and I need to talk later,” Luna said sternly. “Luna we don’t have time for this,” Nina said, dragging her to the next door and opened it. It was their room. Both of them sighed in relief. A knock from the door came as Juliana said, “Girls, open the door right now,”. Nina and Luna stared at each other nervously as Luna opened the door. “Hello Juliana, we’ll be right down for breakfast,”. “Good, I see you two didn’t sneak off anywhere last night. I appreciate the maturity from you two,” Juliana said. Luna froze but Nina played it off, “Yup that’s us,”. Juliana smiled as the two of them waved goodbye to her. Luna and Nina let out a sigh of relief. Both of them got a text message from the team group chat
El Equipo
Jim: So I heard that Nina and Luna snuck out last night to see their bfs, is it true 😏
Matteo: Why do you care, also how do you know?
Yam: We’re not dumb Matteo, we heard all of you through the night
Simon: I don’t know how I should feel about this
Ramiro: typical...typical teenagers
Gastón: shut up Ramiro
Nina: yea guys it’s not really your business
Yam: HA so you are admitting to it
Luna: Well I saw Simon with Ámbar today morning, it's obvious that you guys spent the night together so why can’t we talk about that?
Ámbar: And what are you gonna do about it Lunita?
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ayy she is there she is done, its ta au which is always sin, more sin than normally, plus the prompt is sin so here you have it i hope you have fun
day 5 - “I called one of the telephone numbers written in the toilet stall and now I want to fuck your voice”
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Luna Valente lucked out today despite the fact she very, very overslept. It’s the worst day possible to be late, since today is supposed to be some test on chemistry and she was studying probably too long, because this very chapter has been such a bitch. Longer than others and mentioning more difficult shit and in general Luna just never liked this part of chemistry. They will never be friends and she guesses that it’s okay. Anyway, she was running around her apartment like a tornado, starting one thing and then another, without finishing the first one. She ended up washing her teeth and brushing her hair while wearing her underwear, one sock and a skirt. And when she was buttoning up her flowy, short sleeve shirt, she was also eating her cereal. That’s called multitasking and no one but Luna Valente in hurry can master it to this level.
She managed to catch subway, the one before the last possible she could take to be on time, she finished her tea on the go, and then ran a little towards the building in the campus, so now she is heading to the toilet, to gather herself together and look less like messy mess.
Those dark circles under her eyes really need to disappear under the concealer and her face would love to use a little blush, and those brown hairs that are sticking in every side probably will be happy to be hang out with a brush.
In the middle of miracle makeover Luna gets a text from Pedro, asking her where she is. She hums and rolls her eyes at this impatient asshole and answers that she will be there soon soon. Her thoughts kinda run away in some weird directions to what else should she do, maybe buy a bottle of water, but now or later? Does she have time for that? Will she go for lunch with Pedro later or will he be drama queen about how she cheated from his test? This eats definitely too much time of Luna’s while she is trying to untangle this messy ball of her hair under right ear, she looks around the ugly mirror until she spots some writing with permanent marker right below the corner of said mirror.
This part of the campus, more like this very specific building is waiting for some renovations out and inside, this means the toilets aren’t in the best state here. Not that they are stinky and disgusting, but there are weird writings around, some doodles and curses, many, many phone numbers. Luna isn’t a fan of ruining something, writing over something, because there are usually people who will have to work and clean it later or fix, and she is just a good person, trying to get them as little of unneeded trouble, as possible.
But! She leans her head to the left, to make sure all her hair where the tangle ball used to be, are fine and there is nothing to brush else. Her eyes follow all the writings on the tiles on the wall, wondering why are people like this, covering almost every small tile with some drawing. There is, though, this one number, written with bold, bold font, the digits seem to be a creation of someone writing the same number over and over again in the very same place, just making it more visible and bolder. She hums, because what could be so important, or who, to be left like this for future in ladies’ toilet. Luna, completely not sure what she is going to do with it, just saves it on her contacts and runs towards the class, because boy, chemistry is watching for her.
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“What do we have tomorrow?” she asks lazily while playing with her empty glass after wine. Pedro looks at her with raised eyebrows and shrugs. “I don’t know. No test, that’s for sure, but I think we have physics.”
“Oh my, I don’t wanna,” Luna mumbles, cursing under her breath and he kicks her ankle softly. “Don’t pretend you don’t wanna go. You are dying to see that guy every damn week, Luna Valente.” He looks super smug right now and she opens her mouth wide, very offended.
“I very don’t are if it’s Matteo or not, the break is this weekend and everyone cancelled classes tomorrow except this asshole. I really don’t wanna see him.”
Her Spanish friend looks at her very skeptical and totally not believing her. “I can’t even imagine you looking or thinking about him anything but hungry, and it’s totally okay. We all have issues when it comes to hot people. For example I still can’t not stare at my English prof from the old times when I tried to study English.”
Luna rolls her eyes and crosses her legs. “I’m totally not staring at him any hungry.” The wine in her head isn’t really helping now when it gives her images of said Matteo Balsano, who looked incredibly attractive when she last time saw him. So attractive, that she actually missed what he was talking about at the end of the class, and missed why the whole group is so mad at him. Then Pedro told her, and now Luna and her brain have quiet days without imagining her ta before she goes to sleep.
“Yes, of course,” he says getting up and putting his empty glass on the coffee table and kissing top of the brunette’s head. “I’m gonna be going home since tomorrow we are seeing each other on physics. Please don’t waste yourself so I gotta come here and put you together.”
She pouts at this but sends him a kiss and he leaves, and she empties her own glass quickly, not sure what to do now. It’s gonna be probably boring, so she takes her phone and looks through all insta stories to check what’s going on around the world.
Ambar is hanging out with some weird goths again, but she seems happy or at least not annoyed so it’s a good thing already. Simon and his Roller bros are playing some concert in this small famous club on the other end of Buenos Aires and it’s like third Thursday in a row, so they told her she didn’t need to attend. Gastón is posting on his story some aesthetic pictures of student life in Oxford, selfies with some girl and generally pretty shit, while Nina is travelling around museums today, writing and writing. Not once has she said that art inspires her to make more art.
There is nothing much happening when it comes to people from uni, so Luna just opens her recently used apps, because why not really? She finds that she used contacts today, which is unusual; they don’t really call or text each other since she mostly uses whatsapp or messenger, or anything that requires only internet.
In her contacts she finds some new one, added today, and in a moment she remembers it’s the number from her uni toilet, which sounds all kinds of ridiculous, but also very appealing to her drunk, wasted and tired brain.
She clicks on it, her phone asks her if she wants to call or text, and first thing she does is pouring some more whine to her glass. It’s gonna be very interesting here and Luna giggles at herself, as she presses the call square on her screen. When she hears like fifth signal, she remembers what the fuck time it is, and calling anyone at this hour is super, super rude, but in the same moment she takes her phone away from her face to hang up, someone picks up.
“Hello?” some male, deep and raspy voice asks, and Luna’s first thought is oh fuck and second is oh fuck I woke this guy up. Before she manages to say anything, he adds impatient. “Is anyone there? If it’s nothing important, I’m ending this call, because I would really love to sleep-”
“Hi,” Luna jumps and he shuts up for a few super short seconds. “Um, I’m sorry, it’s a mistake.”
“A mistake?” he asks, “I don’t think calling anyone at this ungodly hour can be described as a mistake, little lady.”
She takes a deep breath and a sip of wine from her glass. “I, um, shouldn’t have called, but I am drunk and I was bored, and it just kinda happened. I’m sorry.”
The guy on the other side of the phone sighs heavily, even this sound is somehow hot, and at this point Luna can’t really care if he can be some disgusting creep, she will just block this number tomorrow plus she won’t really tell him any details. Bless her drunk brain always keeping her safe no matter what.
“Okay, tell me, should I have your number saved? Where did you even get mine?” he asks, his voice changes and maybe he is more awake now, which is bad and bad at the same time.
“No, no, I’m, it’s gonna be dumb as hell, but I found your number written on wall in the toilet in my faculty.”
The guy laughs quietly and sighs again. “Dear stars, why have I done this to myself? So you are a student?”
“Yeah, but that’s all I’m telling you. I don’t know who you are and I won’t tell you anything.”
Luna hears him humming longly. “You don’t know who I am then?”
“I just told you that!” She rolls her eyes and he laughs again, and she is kinda annoyed at this point. The guy seems amused, but then he clears his throat. He speaks, and his voice sounds kinda different. She is focusing on his voice too much. “I have few questions for you, actually, but they aren’t about any private shit, you don’t have to worry I will try to stalk you anywhere.” He stops for a moment and continues, Luna completely focused drinks her wine slowly, just to find her glass is empty and it’s a moment to fill it again, because she is oh so curious. “I’m just lowkey lost, it’s been years since I got this kinda call.”
“I get it, you know you can just hang up, though?” she asks, playing with a strand of her hair and makes herself more comfy on the couch. It’s dark, and quiet, and Luna wants him to talk to her endlessly.
“Nah, it’s okay, I wasn’t really sleeping anyway, so tell me, little lady I don’t know name of, why are you awake at this hour?”
Luna shrugs to herself, remembering just after a moment that he can’t see her. “I guess I’m not sleepy yet. Plus I still have wine to drink.”
She can’t see him either, but she is sure that he is smiling right now. And it feels weirdly good. “Perfect, I’m going to help you with falling asleep today, because I think it’s unfair to leave you alone, not being able to sleep, even if, as you said, you called by mistake.”
This is getting weirder, and weirder, and Luna Valente doesn’t mind at all. “How would you help me from there, wherever you are?”
“Oh don’t worry about that. Will you do what I tell you, though?”
She bites on her lower lip, thinking, and wine answers for her. “Sure.”
🌙
Damn, damn, damn. Damn everything, because here she is, late again, and it’s probably Pedro ringing her door bell. It’s a disaster, she went to sleep definitely too late for it to be any accepted and her friend is gonna kick her ass in a minute. Wanting or not, Luna needs to open him, he looks at her super angry, but as soon as he sees her, he laughs so loudly.
She pouts, but honestly she can’t be stressed at all after last night’s letting all tension out. She isn’t even feeling any disgust with herself as she is planning to block the number to this guy, in case he calls her or something. Pedro seems to be very smug, but she ignores that.
“How late are we?” The brunette asks, running around as he just goes to the kitchen and makes himself a coffee.
“We are on perfect time to manage. I decided to scare you a little so you hurry up your little butt faster around.”
As soon as she sees that, she growls and huffs and goes to her bedroom to get dressed, and bless this bastard for driving her today, because she isn’t in a mood for subway today. She will be paranoid and think that every hot guy is the guy. His voice and his ideas were hot as fuck, so it’s obvious her brain will just go towards the attractive men.
“What is wrong with you, little one? You seem absent today. Tell me, what time did you go to sleep?”
She just rolls her eyes and pushes him out of her apartment, despite the fact that he is still holding one of her cat mugs.
Pedro is driving very weirdly, or at least Luna thinks that. He is a mess, but she feels with him always safe, right now safe enough to focus on her thoughts as she is wondering what the fuck is wrong with her that she called this guy last night. What the fuck is wrong with her at all? She has no idea, but this was so weird and so hot, and the wine didn’t help her to chill. Her eyes are set on the road in front of them, and before she can wake up, they are on uni’s parking lot and Pedro is poking her on the cheek to leave the car.
“Okay, I know,” he says and Luna throws him a weird look. “You know what?”
“Drugs. I’m sure it’s this, because you haven’t trashed me one single time during the way here, and usually you keep telling me how to drive, even if you don’t own a car.”
She rolls her eyes. “I have just other stuff on my head. I will tell you later, but now I gotta go to bathroom, because you idiot didn’t let me brush my hair.”
“You look pretty, maybe Balsano will think your bed head is hot.” Pedro hums, but she just shakes her head and walks quickly to the closest bathroom, since she hates being late.
Her eyes are focused on the phone as she is checking the hour, until she bumps into someone violently; the other person steadies her with their hands on her shoulders. The brunette looks up and blinks surprised, seeing no one else, but her physics ta, leaving toilet for women, which is weird, but his eyes sparkling with amusement, and this smirk don’t really let her think longer about how unusual this is.
“Watch out, Luna, please. We don’t want you to end up on the floor, do we?” he asks with small smirk and she needs to calm her hormones, and this is going to be a problem, since all tension that left her last night is all back, twice as strong, because so close to Matteo she has never been.
The brunette manages to speak, though. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry about that. I hope nothing happened to you.”
He sends her a smile. “Oh, don’t worry about that.”
With this, he caresses her shoulders last time, and leaves, probably to his small office and then to class, which means she doesn’t have much time. She still needs to brush her hair, even if he already seen her. Pedro is gonna pay for saying it and messing with her (bad) luck.
She enters the bathroom and without anything just searches for her brush in the back. Her eyes automatically swim towards the bolded number on the wall.
It’s not there anymore.
🌙
Sitting on her seat in physics class, next to her best friend who knows fucking nothing, is the most difficult thing. She has no idea what people around her are speaking, but now her mind is busy with the fact, how something written who knows when, could go off so easily, when just the very day before it was there visible and healthy.
She has really no idea, this is so, so confusing and she can’t tell Pedro, because this asshole is going to make fun of her and say that she seriously needs to drink less and get laid properly, not by herself on the phone, but he is ridiculous jerk with issues, so maybe it won’t be that bad.
For now, Matteo is talking something to them, she doesn’t understand, her mind keeps repeating how he said oh, don’t worry about that and with each and every time she is less calm. He eventually lies his eyes on her, there is something in his look that messes with her every thought.
He winks.
She gasps.
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Lutteo | kinda canon Best Friend’s Wedding AU
Well, hello! I’m here with chapter three, which is the last one... indeed. Well, there’s still an epilogue coming, maybe on monday (?), so we have still one thing more from this AU (and I’m thinking about a spin off with Simbar, so let me know if you want it.) Thanks to Bia @from-red-string for proofreading it, and to Mandy @deliverychicafresa for helping me with some her absolutely brillant ideas for this chapter.
This is 5.6k words filled with fluff, fangirling and sassiness (fresanness as well), so you have been warned.
CHAPTER 3 [other chapters]
Luna looks at her reflection in the mirror as she tries to put some makeup on to cover the purple marks that he has left on her neck, but there’s no way she could make it, no matter how much corrector she put on it, they were still showing. She growls with frustration and sighs. She isn’t giving up, she is just taking a well-deserved rest, as she has been trying to cover them for a while already. What could she do? Maybe ask Yam for some of her make-up, or Jim, or maybe both, but then she would have to tell the girls how she ended up with those marks, and as much as she adores them, there’s no way she would tell them what happened the night before between her and Matteo.
The remembrance makes her body shiver. His kisses, his hands running through her skin, his words in her ear, and his body pressed against hers. It felt like heaven, and even if she has been trying to deny it to herself, as she doesn’t want to put her hopes too high, it has been the best night of her life.
They need to talk, she knows that, he must be mad at her for leaving in the morning, but she freaked out and didn’t know what else to do. She is confused, not about her feelings for him, she knows them. Last night is the proof that, no matter how much time passes, she can never stop loving him. She is confused because what’s to come is uncertain, because they have two different lifestyles, and because they tried once to be together and it ended in the worst way possible. What if it happens again? There are so many things that could go wrong. They are not the same people they used to be years ago, so many things have changed in their lives, and they have changed with them. He could figure out he doesn’t like the person she is now, love couldn’t be enough after all, and that would break her heart.
A knock on the door takes her out from her thoughts, and she tells the person on the other side to come in, thinking it would be room service. But it’s not room service, it’s Ambar, who is wearing a very beautiful red dress she guesses is from the fashion company she works for, and looks even more perfect than she does in her daily life, like some kind of Greek goddess. That’s very unfair for minions like her, to be honest.
“Lunita, why are you still here? The girls are looking for you, Nina is getting ready, and the photographer wants you to be in the pictures from the roo– Oh my God, what’s that?” she interrupts herself and points at her neck. “Are those hickeys?” she asks, getting close to take a look at them, and Luna uses her hand to cover them. She doesn’t need everyone knowing about the events of the night before.
“What’s what?” she asks, playing innocent.
“Oh, stop the act!” Ambar takes her hand off from her neck. “Oh my God, who did these? No, wait… you don’t have to answer that. It was Balsano, right? I swear to God I will kill him, how could he leave you looking like this when there’s a wedding today?” She complains. “Couldn’t he keep it to himself? That guy speaks five languages and probably knows what self-control means in none of them.” Luna gets speechless.
“How do you…?” Ambar doesn’t let her finish.
“How do I know?” She rolls her eyes. “Luna, all that time I spent plotting against you (for which, you know, I’m sorry), I paid a lot of attention to everything you used to do, and when you were with the idiot you had this like different smile, one I haven’t seen in years, and that I’m looking at right now.” Luna blushes. “And, anyway, you two were totally eye-fucking at the dinner.” She swipes her hand in the air.
“We weren’t!” she’s shocked.
“You totally were,” Ambar laughs, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Now, what are we going to do with those? I guess you don’t want everybody knowing about your busy night with Matteo. And don’t try to tell me you didn’t do what I’m thinking, because you totally did, you have that I got laid aura around you.” She starts to peek at Luna’s makeup, and Luna decides that contradicting Ambar Smith in this matter would be a waste of time, so she doesn’t even try.
“At least, tell me you two idiots used protection, because it’s too soon for a mini-Matteo or a Mini-Luna running around, or both! God knows how Yam survives having twins.” Luna blushed from head to toes.
“We did! We are not that foolish,” she replied, appalled.
“That’s debatable, dear cousin,” Ambar mocks, and Instead of continuing the discussion, Luna takes her brush, and tries to continue her camouflage job. “Stop, Lunita… you will never cover those atrocities with that shitty makeup.” The blonde stops her and takes the brush from her hand. “I will need my makeup. We could go to my room so I don’t have to move it, but no… Simon must be there. Can you believe he overslept? I told him not to stay until too late with the guys last night, but he didn’t hear me, so now he is going to be late for the pictures. I better go there and bring some of my makeup, I believe my concealer will work, it’s really good to cover these things.” She stands up.
“You don’t have to do this,” Luna tries to stop her, she doesn’t want to bother anyone.
“Yes I have,” she takes a look at her neck and winces. “I really have to do it, you will thank me later,” she adds, as she leaves the room, and then comes back some minutes later, with the hugest box of makeup she has ever seen in her life.
“And this is some of your makeup?” she asks, perplexed.
“Yeah, there’s another box in my room, but that only has eyeshadows and other stuff we don’t need to cover those disastrous things.” She sits and starts, first cleaning the old makeup, and then applying the new one.
After a couple of minutes Luna sighs, there was one question that was running through her head.
“How do you make it work? You and Simon, I mean… with the distance.” She bites her lip.
“You are asking this because of your thing with Matteo, aren’t you?” Ambar asks, looking suspiciously at her with her big blue eyes. Luna nods. “To be honest, I don’t know how… but it works. You know I need to have control over everything around me, it’s something I’m working on, though, so it has been hard to just close my eyes and do a leap of faith with Simon. But it’s working, and it’s great.” She smiles, and Luna can see how in love she is. “I think that if you love and trust each other, distance won’t be a problem. Take Gastón and Nina as an example, they made it work when he moved to Oxford, and they are marrying today.” She suddenly winces. “Ugh, kill me now… I’m talking like Simon.” She shakes her head and Luna starts laughing.
Eventually, Ambar does it as well.
“But, we are not the same people we used to be when we were together, and we didn’t stay in contact like you and Simon did.” Luna speaks out her thoughts when they get to stop laughing. “What if we are so different that it just doesn’t work?” she asks.
“What if it actually works because of that?” The blond girl contradicts her. “I mean… you remember how it ended between you two? Because it was really bad, almost as bad as when Simon and I broke up back then. If you were the same now it wouldn’t work either, it would be a big shipwreck.” She shrugs. “Sometimes changes are good, Lunita, and you have nothing to worry about, he is still an idiot, that won’t change in a million of years.” She laughs.
Luna bites her lips, considering her words. She might be right.
“And this is finally done!” Ambar says then, with enthusiasm, and she looks at her reflection in the mirror, noticing that the purple marks are gone. She sighs, and turns to the other girl, giving her a hug as thanks. Ambar is the one who breaks the embrace, fixing her own hair, making it look like she didn’t get emotional. “Ok, so… take the bottle, keep it in your purse, and keep checking if the purple marks start showing again, so you can make a quick fix.” She gives her the concealer bottle. “But I believe it won’t be needed, this one is waterproof. Seriously, Lunita. I still don’t understand how you can use that cheap makeup, it’s terrible! I will send you a good package of our beauty line as soon as I get back to the office, I mean, after the trip to Maldives with… Oh, shit–.” She put her hand to cover her mouth.
“You are going to the Maldives with Simon? That’s your secret destination?” Luna jumped in her seat, excited for finally knowing the big secret. Ambar rolled her eyes.
“Please, don’t tell anyone that you know, much less to Simon. He’s excited about keeping it a secret.” She sighs, putting the rest of the makeup back to its place. “And go with Nina, the photographer must be going mental,” she rolls her eyes, and Luna smiles at her before leaving the room. Maldives, who would have guessed? She hopes the two of them enjoy their trip.
“You and Luna whaaaat?!” Gaston couldn’t hold his excitement, going around the room, jumping, and putting his hands over his mouth to avoid screaming. “Oh my God, Oh my God man… this is good, this is the best thing ever. Holy shit, this news is the best wedding gift, holy…! How did that happen? I mean, I don’t want details, or do I? No, no… no details, but tell me more, you idiot.” Matteo is looking at him, in complete shock.
“How do you want me to tell you shit if you call me idiot?” he asks.
“Oh, shut up and tell me how that miracle happened.” His friend goes back to pick up his silvery tie from the floor, where it fell after Matteo told him the events of the previous night. “I need more information, I had lost all my hopes with my ship, and now it looks like it finally sailed.” He is such a fanboy, Matteo thinks.
“I can’t shut up and talk at the same time, you know?” he teases, the smile on his face saying how amused he is at the moment, and how happy he feels about what happened.
“Then stop being an idiot and tell me,” he starts to do the knot, completely failing. “Oh, I had a list of puns ready for the occasion, and I forgot it in Buenos Aires!” Matteo walks to stand in front of him and helps him with his tie. What would this idiot do without him? Serious question.
“They are perfectly fine there, thanks. And there’s not much to tell, bro, so don’t get too excited,” he says, still working on the knot. “After I left you and the guys at the bar I went to my room, and because of your message to Nina she was at the door waiting for me to talk. So we went inside the room, we talked, and somehow it just happened.” He shrugs, he still can’t believe it actually happened.
“So I have some credit in this,” Gaston’s mischievous smile makes him want to punch him. If it wasn’t the day of his wedding, surely he would.
“Oh, shut up.” Matteo rolls his eyes, finishing his work with the tie. “Not a word about this to anyone, ok? I will kill you if this slips out of your mouth in front of someone else,” he goes and seeks for his own tie, as the groom puts on the vest and suit jacket.
“My future wife doesn’t count as one of those someone, right?” he looks at himself in the mirror. “I mean, I’m sure Luna already told her, and she could be the one to start the conversation, anyway.” Matteo rolls his eyes, but couldn’t find any argument to that.
“If that’s what you want to do in your wedding night, then you two are lame… very lame,” he mocks, and in that moment Ramiro and Simon entered the room, already wearing the groomsmen attire. Joking about the fact they both weren’t ready yet, and talking about the photographs they would go to do before the ceremony.
That, of course, makes the conversation get to an end, giving Matteo some moments to get ready, and to make sure there isn’t anything out of place. He’s still kind of tired, the events of the night before didn’t let him have much time for rest, but he is lucky: there aren’t any bags under his eyes, and he doesn’t look like some kind of zombie either. The huge smile he has after thinking in Luna helps as well. He really needs to see her again, though, make sure everything’s fine.
“Hey, bro… do you have a minute?” Simon’s voice takes him out from his thoughts, and he nods. “See, you know we are going to play at the party, but Nico’s flight got canceled and he can’t make it, and we really need someone else.” He rubs his nape. “With Pedro, we thought about asking you if you could play with us. I mean, I don’t know if you play the bass, but I can do it… so you would play the guitar, and–.” Matteo interrupts him.
“First of all, I can play the bass, so you don’t need to leave your dear guitar,” he informs him. “And second, I will play with you, guitarist, you don’t need to beg. Unless you were planning to get on one knee and stuff, then who I am to stop you?” he teases.
“Are you telling me that you are going to play with us? For real? You're not going to ask for anything in return?” he looks surprised that he accepted so easily, and that makes Matteo laugh.
“Yes, I will,” he pats his shoulder. “It’s my best friend wedding, of course, I will do anything to make it great. Besides, the band can’t be incomplete, that would be shameful, and considering that you are now in my label I can’t afford you making a fool of yourselves.” He shrugs. “And, how could I deny you the honor of playing with me?” Simon frowns. “I’m kidding.” He says, and they both smile at each other, all past fights are forgotten.
Luna’s gaze meets Matteo, and she feels like her heart has skipped a beat, or maybe two. He looks back at her, the smile on his face telling her he is not mad at her for leaving, or at least that’s what she hopes. He is busy talking with Gaston’s parents, and that gives her some time to put herself together before he is able to excuse himself and walk towards her.
The ceremony is almost beginning. The guests are already sitting in their places, the priest is located in the altar, which looks like the scenery of a winter fairytale, and they just have to wait a couple of minutes until Mora appears and tells everyone that they can start with the wedding march, as the stylist was still finishing up Nina’s hair.
“You look gorgeous, Chica Delivery,” he says, as he approaches her. His voice sends shivers all over her body, and she has to do use of all her willpower to not throw herself at him and kiss his lips, because he looks really good in that suit, and her mind only thinks about the fact she knows how good he would look without it.
“And you are looking very handsome, Chico Fresa,” she answers, feeling her own cheeks turning red. His smile gets wider and then he gets a step closer, as if he is about to tell her a secret.
“You left this morning,” he whispers. “Why?” his hand reaches hers, but he doesn’t grab it, he just caresses the back of it with one of his fingers, and that sole contact makes her whole body increase its temperature.
“Can we talk about it later?” she asks, looking around, noticing that some heads have turned to look at them. Gaston’s especially. The guy is looking at them as expecting them to have a full make out session there, in that exact moment, in front of everyone. “It’s not the right moment,” she adds, looking at Matteo’s confused expression.
He nods, after looking around.
“You’re right,” he says, sending a murderous look at his best friend.
Luna guesses the groom knows what happened, why wouldn’t he? She has told Nina about it as well, mostly because the bride asked her to tell her everything about last night as soon as she saw her, and because they were lucky enough to be alone. Her best friend was overly enthusiastic about it, even if it slipped from her lips that Ambar had learned about it first, letting her know her discomfort threatening with taking away her best friend’s benefits if something like that ever happens again. She reassured her that it wouldn’t, that the only reason the other girl knew first was for catching her in the middle of her hickey’s crisis, and that she was planning to tell her as soon as she saw her. That seemed to calm her best friend down, that and the fact she promised to give her further information later.
They stay silent for almost a minute.
“You know how hard it has been to hide the hickeys?” she asks then, because apparently she can’t stand the silence when he is next to her, making him put one of his best Chico Fresa smiles on his face, as he looked down at her neck. “What were you thinking when you made them?” she complains.
“To be honest, I believe I wasn’t thinking,” he replies after a couple of seconds, that stupid smile still there. “But, for the record, I didn’t hear any complaints from you as I was making them. In fact, if my memory doesn’t fail and I remember it correctly, you were even pledging for more.” She suddenly starts coughing, and he first laughs, but then goes and rubs her back with his hand, trying to help her, or simply taking advantage of having an excuse to touch her. Maybe both. She sees, by the corner of her eye, that Simon is on his way there to try help, but Gaston gets on her best friend’s way, telling him something she doesn’t get to hear, and dragging him to talk with his parents.
She shouldn’t feel as relieved, but she does.
When she finally gets to stop coughing she looks around with embarrassment, her cheeks turning very red, as even Gaston’s parents are curiously looking at her. Luckily enough, they are in some kind of living room, and there’s a glass door and some meters of distance that separates them from the place in the gardens where the ceremony would take place, so only the ones inside there saw her almost choking to death. She looks up at Matteo, who still has his hand on her back, and now is looking at her with concern.
“Are you okay, Chica Delivery?” he asks, and her heart skips a beat as every time he uses that nickname. “Do you want me to fetch some water?” he continues, and she shakes her head as a response.
“I’m fine,” she replies, taking a deep breath. “This is why we shouldn’t talk in this exact moment about this topic in particular.” He catches the meaning of her words immediately, and that devilish smiles she adores is back in his face.
“Yeah, we don’t want you having another coughing attack right before our best friend’s wedding, do we?” he raises one of his eyebrows. “But there’s only one thing I need to know: is everything okay? I mean, between us.” The deep brown of his eyes meet her gaze, letting her know that this is an important question, but she doesn’t have the answer, not yet, so she shrugs.
“I guess we will know when we get to talk,” she says, and he nods.
She bites her lip looking at him, and he looks back at her with such intensity that everything around them seems to be just not enough to catch her attention. It feels like time hasn’t passed. For a second she sees them together again in the lockers room at the Jam & Roller, he hiding her skate, they joking about a princess and her prince charming finding their true love because of the size of the skates. She wants to raise her hand and touch his face, and him to bend down a little so she could bring their lips together, but she knows that’s not the place, nor the moment, so she just sights and smiles. He smiles back at her.
“Ok, guys.” Mora appears out of nowhere, and they synchronously look at her. “The bride is ready, is time to start the show.” Ana comes with her, and she seems to be cleaning tears from under her eyes, so both women go with Gaston’s father to find their seats.
The music starts playing, and Luna smiles when she recognizes it. It’s a slow piano version of the song the couple sang together in an open, years ago, when they all used to go to the Jam & Roller. The first ones to walk down the aisle are Gaston with her mother, followed by Jim with Simon, and Yam with Ramiro. When it’s their turn Luna grabs Matteo’s arm and takes a deep breath. She doesn’t want to recognize this out loud, but she is nervous, what if she trips and falls? It wouldn’t be surprising, as her clumsiness hasn’t diminished a bit. He seems to notice it, and put his other hand on top of hers.
“Don’t worry, Chica Delivery, I won’t let you fall.” He promises. “I’ve always been there to keep you safe, remember?” he smiles down at her, and she smiles back at him, before nodding and starting their way down the aisle.
It goes faster than she thought, they get to the altar in no time, and she doesn’t even trip once. Holding his arm gives her a sense of security that she had felt only years ago, when they used to skate together and do those tricks where he lifted her in his arms. Walking next to him is easier than breathing. The music starts again as she gets to her place on the altar next to Jim and Yam, and her sight meets her best friend as she walks down the aisle with her father, the latest looking like he is holding his tears, and she herself feels like holding her own. Nina looks gorgeous, as if she were the princess of a fairy tale, attracting the eyes of all attendees. Luna looks to the side, to the groom, and a smile is brought to her lips as she sees the emotions in his face.
Her eyes then meet Matteo’s gaze, who is looking at her instead to the bride, and something in the way he is looking at her makes her blush and look down to the soil.
The ceremony was beautiful, one of the sweetest and most emotional weddings of those she has ever attended, and with her mother's catering business she has attended several of these. Nina and Gaston had written their own vows, and they were so poetic and tender she was crying in no time, just like all the guests. The party is being more than fun, everybody is jumping and dancing around, and maybe she has made a joke of herself dragging all the people she crossed paths with to the dance floor, but she doesn’t care. The band’s performance was the best part of it, she was surprised to see Matteo go to the stage with the guys, as it was something she thought wasn’t possible. It was nice to see him there, enjoying what he loves, having fun with the other guys, while playing old school songs they used to perform in the Jam & Roller’s stage.
When the performance finishes the guys end up surrounded by guests, who were asking them for pictures and greetings, making it impossible for them to just go back to their seats. She laughs when their eyes meet again, there’s a girl from Gaston’s workplace who’s practically fangirling in front of Matteo, almost fainting, and he looks like he wishes he could just get rid of said situation, but the girl doesn’t seem to catch it. Luna empties her glass and puts in in the closest table before walking towards them, taking Matteo by surprise by taking his arm, as she smiles at the girl.
“Hope you don’t mind if I steal this guy from you,” she tells the girl, “he promised me a dance.” No, he hasn’t, but she was sure he wasn’t going to contradict her. He doesn’t, and a minute later they are walking towards the dancefloor.
“I should hire you as my bodyguard,” he says, making her spin.
“You won’t say the same when you see the cost of my fees,” she teases, as she puts her hands on his shoulders, and they start dancing to the rhythm of the music.
“I’m sure it will be worth,” he replies, as he puts his hands on her back and pulls her closer.
They get into the music, slow dancing, lost in their very own small universe. She hides her face in his chest, getting drunk by the smell of his cologne, he absently draws circles on her back with his fingertips, making her shiver. But then, the music changes, and he curses under his breath. Luna looks up at him, as she doesn’t understand why the change in his mood, but then she pays attention to the lyrics of the song.
«Fly me to the moon, let me play among stars, let me see what’s spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand, in other words, baby kiss me...»
She misses a step and almost stumbles.
Both of them look directly at the newlyweds’ table, finding an almost dying of laughter Nina, and a very proud of himself Gaston, who is raising his glass in their direction. Luna gets red, again, thinking about various ways of murdering the groom without getting imprisoned. And for the look in Matteo’s eyes, she is sure he is thinking just the same.
“I believe this is our call to leave the dancefloor,” he tells her. “We have a pending talk.” She looks up at him and nods, taking his hand as he guides them out from the hall, not caring if everyone was watching them leave.
They found a nice place to sit in the gardens, as far as possible from the place of the party so no one could interrupt them. It was cold, but the time of the year gave them the certainty that they would only see snow at the top of the distant mountains, but just in case he puts his arm on her shoulders and brings her closer. She rests her head on his shoulder, and takes a deep breath.
“So,” he starts talking. “Why did you leave this morning?”
“Because I got scared,” she admits.
“Of what?” he asks, after a while, letting she know he was afraid of the answer for that question. That’s something she has got to learn about him: he seems like a very confident guy, but he isn’t, he is very insecure when it comes to his true feelings.
“Of it being a mistake,” is the answer she gets to give him, and he tenses.
“You think it was a mistake…” it wasn’t a question.
“I do,” she replies, and he winces as a hurt creature, before trying to stand up from the bench. She stops him. “It was a mistake because it was impulsive,” she explains him. “Because we did it without having a proper conversation, without really knowing the older version of each other… we have changed so much, Matteo, we are not the same two children that used to go skate in the Jam & Roller. It was a mistake because we let our feelings lead our actions, and didn’t think about the consequences of them, or what we are going to do since today.” She turns around and takes his face in her hands, making him look at her eyes. “But it was a beautiful mistake, and I don’t regret it, I would never…” she needs him to understand it, more than anything.
He raises one of his hand, caressing her cheek.
“Last night I told you this, and I say it again: I love you, Luna. Time hasn’t changed it a bit, if so it has made it stronger. We are different people now, I know that, but if there is one thing I'm sure about, it's that I'm going to love every version of you,” he smiles down at her. “And, you know why?” she shakes her head, hypnotized by his voice. “Because it’s you, it’s always been you.” She feels tears coming out from her eyes.
“I love you too, Matteo,” she replies with a shaky voice, her emotions taking over her. “But I’m scared. Last time it went so wrong, we hurt each other very badly, and thinking about it happening again, I just…” her voice breaks and he puts their foreheads together.
“It won’t happen,” he whispers. “I did a lot of stupid things back then, but I learned from them, and I won’t lose you… not again, Luna.” He reassures her, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. “Let me prove you that we can be together, give me one chance to do that.”
She sighs.
“And the distance? Our busy lives?” she has to ask.
“Once you told me that there’s no distance that could change what you feel for me,” He reminds her. “We can make it work, we just have to go on with it and enjoy every moment we are together, and someday distance, or our crazy lives, won’t be a problem anymore, and everything will be fine.” He smiles “And I know it won’t be easy, but I’m sure as hell that I want to take the risk, that I want to be with you.” She puts her hands over his.
“I want to be with you too, Matteo,” she whispers, and then he slowly kisses her, letting her know with actions what words cannot express.
He slowly wakes up when he feels something tickling his cheek and his nose, something that’s very soft and smells really good, something that could only be Luna’s hair. He smiles, still with his eyes shut, putting his arm around her waist.
“You know I still have a lot of sleep hours to recover, right?” he asks, and she giggles.
“Don’t be so grumpy, Chico Fresa. Our flights back to reality are tonight, and I’m not wasting any minute of the time we can spend together.” She kisses the tip of his nose. “I’ve been thinking about going to get breakfast, then book a ski trip to the mountain, or maybe going for a hike, there are very beautiful places around here that we can go and meet together.” She seems excited about doing these things, whilst he just wants to spend the rest of the day in bed.
“I have a better idea,” he tells her, slowly opening his eyes. “We can call for room service, have breakfast together in this amazing hotel bed, and just enjoy each other’s company in between this four walls for the rest of the day, until the inevitable moment we have to go to the airport.” He smirks.
“Don’t be so boring!” she complains.
“Believe me, Chica Delivery, nothing that I intend to do with you in this bed all day long can be considered boring.” He replies with his most Fresa tone, and she blushes. He laughs at her reaction. “Breathe, Luna.” He reminds her.
“Oh, shut up!” she throws a pillow at him, and then picks up his shirt from the floor and walks to the bathroom, putting it on. “We can call room service for breakfast, I give you that,” she leans against the door frame, looking at him with an amused expression. “But then, we have to go for a walk, even if it’s only around the hotel. We have to say goodbye to our friends.” She crosses her arms. “Got it, Mr. Balsano?” she asks, and he sits up on the bed, looking at her with one of the most devilish smiles she has ever seen.
“Got it, Miss Valente,” he replies. “Or should it be Miss Benson instead?” he raises one of his eyebrows, questioning her. They never really got to talk about it, and he knows they would, eventually.
“Both work,” she shrugs. “And now, could you stop questioning about my current last name, and join me for a shower? I think I will need an extra hand to reach my back.” His smile grows bigger as he stands.
“Your wish is my command, love,” he replies, hurrying to follow her into the bathroom, both laughing as he closes the door behind him.
#Soy Luna#Lutteo#Lutteo Fanfic#Soy Luna Fanfic#LutteoBTY#Gastina#Simbar#Gastteo#Sitteo#Lunambar#Nilu#Matteo Balsano#Luna Valente#Fanfiction#Written by Me#DeimosAU
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darling just dive right in, and follow my lead
I’m gonna say it right here, right now; it’s a mess, sorry.
not proofread bc i am me.
“My best friend is getting married to your best friend and we have to walk down the aisle together, I remember never really liking you but you look so good in this, wow”
“Ugh, I hate weddings.”
“No one’s going to marry you so don’t worry, boo; you’re in the clear.”
“Fuck you, Balsano.”
“You’ve been there and done that, Smith.”
He knows she’s seconds away of slapping him, but annoying his blonde friend had always been too much fun to pass out. He hasn’t seen her in almost seven years, but teasing her is still as fun as it had been in high school, and he likes it. It’s a sense of familiarity in a place surrounded by strangers.
Leaving Argentina after his junior year of high school was to be expected. His parents moved around a lot and staying more than a couple of years in one place had been basically impossible in his childhood, so he tried his best to not get attached to people he knew he was probably never going to see again the next year. Of course, leave it to Gastón to not allow that.
Even after leaving, his best friend made sure to keep in touch, refusing to be just another face he acquainted through the years. So, he e-mailed, texted, called, even visited him once or twice on their senior year; ultimately leading to both enrolling in Oxford and rooming together through all semesters.
Matteo had seen Gastón go through many phases on his life, and he was there when he broke it off for a couple of months with his girlfriend when he left for England, saw how difficult the distance had been on him; but he also saw Gastón pick himself up and fight for the love of who, by tomorrow evening, would be his wife. He was proud, and more than happy to see his best friend marry someone who made him happy, too.
He did resent the fact that he barely knew anyone in the wedding, though. He was stuck with Queen Ámbar and Her Royal Bitch attitude.
“No wonder you and Gastón are friends, you both are dicks.” She huffs, and if it weren’t because her hair’s up, he’s sure she’d flip it like she used to in high school.
He snorts. “And you need to get laid.”
By now, Ámbar’s patience is gone. She flips him off and turns away, ignoring him. Matteo’s about to joke his way out of her anger when his best friend approaches them, his grin so wide it takes half his face. He’s holding two glasses of whiskey, and hands him one.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Blake’s power couple of our generation! The flashbacks are real, and so are the déjà vus… that glare and that smirk… so 2016.” Ámbar flips him off, too, and walks away, cursing them lowly. Gastón shouts before she’s out of hearing range, “Nina’s looking for you, by the way! Bridesmaids meeting!”
This takes Matteo off guard, “Ámbar is a bridesmaid?! Didn’t she hate Nina in high school?”
His friend snorts, “they still can’t stand each other, but one of Nina’s friends from college ditched the bridesmaid position because she had a job interview out of the city. We had to fill her place.”
“And you thought of Ámbar?!”
“Not really,” Gastón admits, “we asked Delfi first, but then she got pregnant and said she wouldn’t walk the isle 36 weeks pregnant.”
Matteo interrupted him, “dude, you asked your ex-girlfriend to be one of your fiancée’s bridesmaids?”
His answer is a shrug, “Nina and she are friendly, and her husband is one of my groomsmen. It’s chill.” Then he continues, “anyway, after that we asked Jazmín, but she said there was no way in hell she was wearing a yellow bridesmaid dress.”
“So Ámbar was your last option?” Gastón nods, sipping his drink again, “how did you even got her to agree? I can’t see her saying yes, much less after you asked both her best friends first.”
“I have no idea how Luna did it, and frankly, I’m scared of the answer.”
“Luna? Who’s Luna?”
The name didn’t ring a bell. Not like many in this party did, but Gastón said most of the guests were from high school, and he didn’t remember any Luna’s back in the Blake.
“Nina’s best friend, and Maid of Honor. Y’know, the girl you were supposed to help plan this wedding and walk down the isle with?” Gastón is teasing him, and he knows it, but he can’t help but panic a little.
“I was supposed to help plan this? What the fuck, dude?”
“Bro, I’m messing with you. Between my mom, Ana, Nina and the girls handled everything. I was lucky they even let me choose part of the menu and cakes.” The idiot is laughing at his expense, so he joins him once his moment of panic goes away. He might be a jerk, but he was a nice jerk. He knew weddings could be stressful, and that usually everyone had to help so in the wedding the bride and groom could relax and enjoy their party, his mom had warned him about it. However, Gastón had only asked him to plan his bachelor party and that was it. So, that’s the only thing he did besides showing up to suit appointments and, well, show up to the celebration.
“Okay, but how come I’ve never met this Luna girl, then? The wedding is tomorrow.”
Gastón looks at him confused, “you haven’t seen her? She’s followed Nina around the whole night. Besides, she went to the Blake with us, she’s been Nina’s best friend since Junior Year.”
Matteo digs on his memories of his last year on Argentina before leaving for England, trying to picture the girl Gastón was referring to. He remembers Nina hanging out mostly with a red head and a blonde, Jim and Yam, who were her other two bridesmaids, and then he remembers a girl got transferred from México and Nina and her getting attached to the hip.
He can picture her now. She was super short, like 13-year-old short, had long brown hair and pretty eyes, always laughing and daydreaming. They had barely talked back then, since Matteo left Gastón alone so he could talk to Nina when they met in the hallways, running to catch Ámbar before their next class started. He also remembers him flirting with her once or twice and she quickly turning him down and calling him a snob.
“Oh. They’re still close?”
“Super close. Like you and I, they went to college together. Nina loves her a lot, she’s the sister she always wanted, encourages her to try new things, doesn’t push her.”
“You seem to like her a lot, too.” He comments, finishing what was left of his whiskey. Gastón’s smile is a genuine one, nodding to his question.
“She’s the main reason Nina gave us another shot. And she’s genuinely one of the nicest people you’ll ever met; difficult not to like her.”
“So, without her there would be no wedding tomorrow?” Gastón nods again.
“Basically.”
“Well, I should thank her, then. For making you and your bride happy.” His best friend laughs, and starts walking to the bar, gesturing for him to follow. “I must ask, is she as short as I remember her?”
“She grew a little on senior year and a little more when I saw her on a visit to Nina in college, but she’s still tiny. Why?”
He shrugs, “curious, I guess.”
Gastón asks for two glasses of water when they reach the bar, and fails to notice his fiancée walking to them. Nina smiles at him as hello, and he smiles back. The girl was shy, and barely talked to him most of the time, but he never took offense on that. She was shy, sometimes overly so, but she loved his best friend like he loved her.
“Boys,” she calls once she’s close enough for them to hear her. Gastón’s smile turns into a happy grin when he sees her, “our parents want a picture of us before the wedding, can I steal your boyfriend time for a moment?”
Gastón nods immediately, asking her to take them to their parents. Matteo grabs the glasses of water before following behind; he still hasn’t said his greetings to Gastón’s parents, or Nina’s, or anyone who isn’t Ámbar and Gastón, so he takes it as the opportunity to.
They’re almost near their parents when he hears Ámbar’s snarky tone, “look, Fratman and Robin are here, now. And Neurotic Bride too, yay.” He turns his head to her voice, and is surprised when a brunette elbow her on the arm, asking her to be nice. He doesn’t think Nina or Gastón heard her, or if they did they ignored her, because they don’t look back their way, they go straight ahead where there’s a photographer waiting with their parents.
“I knew you were missing me already, darling.” He teases as he approaches them, Ámbar rolling her eyes while the girl, Luna if his memory is correct, looks at him curiously.
“I didn’t know Ámbar had brought a date to the wedding.” She says, and Matteo smiles when he notices her voice has changed a little. He can’t tell if she’s taller, since she’s wearing heels, but she’s grown, alright. Her chest and hips are a little rounder, her face a little slimmer. Her hair is still long and wavy, her eyes a pretty shade green. She’s a beauty.
“She wishes.”
“He wishes.” Both answer at the same time, and Ámbar speaks again, “he’s Gastón’s idiot of a best friend and his best man. Matteo Balsano.”
Luna’s pretty eyes shine in recognition, and he’s proud she seems to know who he is. “It’s nice to see you again, Matteo.”
“Likewise, Luna. I’ve heard you’re the responsible this wedding is even happening at all.” She’s blushing, and he grins because she looks lovely, her dress is a pretty shade of pink and suits the blush perfectly.
“Oh?”
“Gastón told me you helped them get back together.”
“Oooh. That was all them, honestly. I only told her to follow her heart, I’m glad it worked out this way.”
“Me too. If not, we wouldn’t be here, and I would have missed seeing you tonight. You look very pretty.”
Her blush only intensifies with the compliment.
“Lunita,” Ámbar calls for her attention, glaring right at him, “I think Nina wants a picture with you and Simón.” The blonde basically spits the guy’s name, but it’s enough for Luna to look back where Nina and a guy around their age are waving to gain her attention. She excuses herself, smiling apologetically at him, he doesn’t know if it’s because she doesn’t want to leave, or because she doesn’t want to leave him with Ámbar. She still leaves. “What are you doing, Balsano?”
“What? I’m the best man, I should be friends with the maid of honor.”
“You didn’t even acknowledge her in high school.”
“Neither did you, what’s your point.” His tone comes off defensive, and Ámbar smirks when she sees him squirm a little, “since when are you friendly with people, anyway?”
“Shit happens. Pigs fly. Life changes.” She’s vague about it, which means she doesn’t want (and won’t) talk about it.
So, he changes the topic. “Who’s Simón?”
Her smirk turns into a scowl, “the guitarist is Luna’s friend from México, and one of the groomsmen. Remember the Nico and Pedro from the roller?” he nods, “well, they’re a band. Ironically, and pathetically, they’re called the Rollerband. Maybe you’ve heard of them.”
He had heard of them. They weren’t quite as popular in Europe, but some of their songs played enough back there. Now he understood why Gastón liked them so much.
“I’m guessing he’s not of your approval?”
“He’s even a bigger idiot than you are.”
Again, she doesn’t specify what she means by that, and he doesn’t push. After that, night falls into a quick pace. He doesn’t talk or hangs out with Luna that much after that, busy catching up with his best man duties and trying to talk to everyone he can, thanking them for being there for Gastón and Nina.
He does notice, however, that every time he looks at Luna, she’s looking right back at him.
The next morning is a frenzy. Everyone seems to be in a hurry, and his best friend is a mess of nerves. He’s almost sure Gastón has stopped himself from throwing up at least twice.
By noon, he’s ready to get this over with.
The wedding is supposed to start at 13PM and by 12:40 he’s called to stand with the rest of the groomsmen and bridesmaids in a little room inside the chapel, so he leaves Gastón with his parents. He tells them all hello, not surprised to see Jim and Yam together, but curious about the other two groomsmen who he hadn’t seen before. One of them introduces himself as Ramiro, Yam’s fiancé and one of Nina’s college friends. The other one seems more familiar, and is surprised to find out he’s Pedro.
“Wait, you’re Delfi’s husband?” Out of all the couples, he didn’t see that coming. Pedro had been shy and chill, while Delfina was, well, intense.
Pedro’s smile was a proud one, and even he could tell he was head over heels for his wife, “of three years.”
“Soon to be father of her son.” A voice he doesn’t recognize says, and he tilts his head towards it, to the wall Simón is leaning on.
“Nobody asked for you comment, guitarist.” Ámbar scowls from her seat near the window, flipping her hair away from her face. It’s just now that he notices all bridesmaids have their hair down, a small braid and a pin being the only “do”. He also notices Luna isn’t there yet, most likely still with Nina in a different room.
“And nobody asked for your whine, little gem.” Simón’s tone is playful, and something more, but he can’t exactly pinpoint it. The guy must love teasing her, or provoking her, because he’s not one bit bothered when she starts name calling him, and responds to each with glee.
He also notices it must be a normal occurrence, since everyone looks more amused than anything.
They don’t stop their bickering until Luna comes into the room, announcing that it’s show time. His eyes scan her appearance from head to toe, smiling when she looks at him, realizes he’s checking her out and blushes a little. He’s not ashamed to admit his breath hitched a little when he saw her.
Everyone starts emptying the room, laughing when Ramiro almost trips on the door. He offers her his arm, which she gladly accepts before they leave the room, closing the door and following the rest to the entrance of the chapel.
He leans until his lips are above her ear, and whispers, “you look beautiful, Luna.”
And she does, very much. Yellow suits her a lot more than it suits the other girls, so Nina must have had her in mind when she picked the color. The fit of the dress is perfect on her, too, and accentuates her figure nicely. She, unlike the other girls, has half her hair pinned in a pretty bun, and her pin is a little bigger. Matteo guesses it’s to state she’s not a bridesmaid, but the maid of honor.
“Thank you, Matteo. You look very handsome, too.” He grins at the compliment.
Jim and Pedro go in first, followed by Yam and Ramiro. Luna has to remind Ámbar to smile when it’s her and Simón’s turn. Finally, it’s their time.
“Don’t let me fall,” she whispers, squeezing his arm slightly.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Luna offers him a small smile as thanks, standing straighter before turning to the crowd and widening her smile. It only takes them a minute to reach the end of the aisle, and he can’t help himself from kissing the back of her hand before she releases his arm to stand next to the girls.
He winks at her before he, too, takes his place next to Gastón and the rest of groomsmen.
The wedding is beautiful.
Matteo’s pretty sure everyone got teared up, because even he did at one point. Nina’s parents are a sea of tears even after the ceremony ends, crying at everything and at nothing. He’s almost sure the poor girl is lowkey embarrassed. His best friend hasn’t stopped smiling, and Matteo’s happy he’s happy, and in love.
The actual party hasn’t started yet, everyone is busy enjoying the dinner before they announce the first dance and they’re asked to join. The couple has done their speeches, as have Luna and Matteo, and the proud parents.
Matteo’s happy he’s sharing Luna’s table, too. All the bridesmaids and groomsmen plus their dates are seated in one big table next to the bridal one, where Gastón is feeding Nina mushroom soup.
The table doesn’t grow in quantity that much, since Yam and Ramiro are each other’s dates, and Ámbar, Simón, Jim, Luna and he are dateless. So, it’s only Pedro who brings someone. Delfi looks different than how he remembers; he doesn’t know if it’s the fact that she’s pretty much in her last weeks of pregnancy and is glowing from it, but she looks happy and in love.
“So, what’s the laundry story?” Luna asks him once their plates of soup are done, sipping water from her glass cup. He copies her movement, taking a sip of his own glass.
“It was in the Nina-less era of college. Gastón went out one night, and came back to our apartment really, really wasted. I sent him to his room to sleep it off, but he said he wanted to pee first. I didn’t really realize how wasted he truly was, so I thought he could be alone and not cause damage, y’know?” She nods, barely turning to look at the waiter to thank him for changing her soup plate for the main course, “when he took more than five minutes, and I didn’t hear the flush I went to check up on him, thinking he had fallen asleep in the bathroom.”
“He didn’t?”
Matteo snorts, “I wish he did. The fucker peed on our laundry basket thinking it was the toilet, and started crying once he realized it wasn’t. And then cried harder because “he was a mess” without Nina.”
“No!” she gasps, and then laughs out loud. He had hated his best friend that night. His favorite shirt was there, and they had to throw away at least half of those clothes. There was no way, even deep cleaning them, that he’d wear clothes peed by Gastón.
“What are you laughing about?” Ámbar wonders from Luna’s other side, catching the attention of the others. Matteo tells them the story, and they too burst a laugh. The topic is changed to drunk stories and memories of their younger years.
He feels somewhat left out, because he wasn’t there when most of the stories happened, but he doesn’t let it bother him. At one point, Simón makes a comment about one of Ámbar’s skinny dipping adventures that gains him a slap and makes the blonde leave the table. He excuses himself to go after her, sighing when he sees Luna’s reproachable eyes.
“What’s their deal?” he asks to no one, but it’s Delfi who answers.
“Ámbar’s tired of waiting for him to finally man up and ask her out.”
“Wait, she likes him?”
Luna looks amused at his confusion, “you haven’t noticed? I say it’s pretty obvious, even I have and I’m clueless in this stuff.”
“He more than likes her. I mean, they both have been screwing for months.” Pedro snorts, subtly pushing more vegetables to Delfi’s plate when she’s looking away.
“They screwed last night, and I’m pretty sure they did again this morning. Ámbar didn’t make it to her room until 9AM, I checked.”
Matteo finds that he is, in fact, not really surprised. No wonder she got all pissy about the guy.
Even after the topic’s moved to the wedding, and Ricardo’s crying speech, Luna seems distracted, and he catches her looking frequently to where Simón and Ámbar disappeared to.
“They’re probably making out right now, don’t worry.” He tells her quietly, trying to ease her worry. She smiles.
“I know, I just can’t help it. He’s my best friend and she’s my cousin, I just want them to be happy.” She sighs, “plus, Nina and Gastón are going to dance soon, then their parents and then it’s our turn. They need to come back soon.”
“Your cousin?” He’s shocked, and he sounds like it, too.
“Yeah, you didn’t know?”
“But she didn’t even talk to you in high school?”
“Oh, that’s right! You weren’t here in senior year!” That leaves him even more confused, so she explains, “I don’t know if you know this, but I’m adopted. I’m originally from here, but when my biological parents died, they couldn’t find me any other relatives, so, I was put up for adoption. Mónica and Miguel – those are my adoptive parents- adopted me and we moved to México when I was still a toddler. On my sophomore year I decided I wanted to find who my parents were, and if I had any family left, so we came back. The truth came out on my junior year – and Ámbar’s senior- and I found that I had family left. My aunt had adopted Ámbar, thinking she was me. That wasn’t the case, obviously, but I learnt to see Ámbar as my cousin and gained an aunt and a grandpa, I can’t complain.”
“That’s… very mature of you.” She laughs at this.
Cake gets them momentarily distracted, and they both ask for a double piece, not really caring if any other person is left without cake. Not that it was possible, since Gastón asked for two five level cakes to begin with.
Conversation flows easily between them. He doesn’t feel pressure to appear cool, or funny, or interesting, because Luna on her own makes him feel that way. He has to agree wholeheartedly with Gastón’s description of her; Luna’s the nicest girl he’s ever met, and she has a natural charm that just makes you like her. If he hadn’t had a crush before, he surely has one now.
The guitarist and his little gem get back to the table just as Nina and Gastón’s first dance as a married couple is announced, looking all flushed and lips swollen.
“Did you two had fun christening the bathroom?”
His comment earns him Ámbar’s middle finger and a nervous laugh from Simón, plus Luna’s bony elbow against his ribs.
They all watch in silence how their friends sway on the dance floor, biggest grins and stolen pecks every now and then, enjoying themselves and the moment.
“I want that one day.” Luna’s whisper is so low, he’s almost sure it was meant just for her to hear. But he can’t help to question.
“A wedding?”
Luna’s soft eyes flicker to him, and shakes her head lightly, but doesn’t answer him out loud. By now, the bride and groom are dancing with their parents, laughing while they sway. They know they’ll be called to the dance floor soon, so Luna suggests for all to stand up and get there already. Delfi declines dancing, her belly too heavy for her to even sway comfortably, but urges her husband to take Jim.
She’s right about being called soon, because as soon as they’re near the dance floor, the host asks for them to join their friends and their parents. Matteo doesn’t hesitate to take her hand and lead her to the center of the floor, swirling her a little before pulling her to him and sway to Michael Bublé’s voice.
She sighs contently, and leans her head on his chest. He welcomes the gesture, his grip on her waist tightening a little. He doesn’t know if it’s too soon, or if he comes too strong, but he gets it now. He wasted the chance when they were younger, now he’s decided to try.
“Luna?” she looks up, her eyes waiting for what he’s going to say, and he knows what she means now. She looks confused for three seconds, before his words dawns on her. “I want that one day, too. Hopefully with you.”
#lutteoficweek#lutteo#luna valente#matteo balsano#lutteo ff#my lutteo ff#my sl ff#sl ff#lutteoficweek2
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That hot Gastina one was so good, so unexpected but I loved it! Could you do another one, but obviously a different situation this time :) ? i love your fics!
Your wish is my command! You want hot Gastina, I give you hot Gastina. I hope you enjoy!
A/N: This takes place in the same setting as my Lutteo x Gastina one-shot “Between the four of us.” If you haven’t read that one yet, you can read it here.
The worst timing in the world
Gastón’s nerves were getting the best of him. Nina had been talking to him the entire time and he had just completely zoned out. They were walking through the hallways of the hotel they were staying at. The entire team of Jam & Roller was in Mexico for the finale of Rodafest. Gastón still couldn’t believe they had made it this far. He was a little bit worried though, because the level of the competition was high. To him skating was more of a hobby, but to some of his friends it was a lifelong dream. He thought about Luna and how the girl hadn’t stopped jumping around since they had landed in Cancún. Gastón had been afraid she wouldn’t have any energy left for the competition anymore, but it only seemed to fuel her even more. He didn’t know where she got all that energy from. Gastón was starting to see why Matteo liked Luna so much.
“Hey,” a soft voice shook him out of his thoughts. The voice belonged to Nina. She looked at him, worry evident in her deep green eyes. “What’s wrong?” Nina asked. Gastón sighed.
“Nothing, Nina. I’m just really nervous, that’s all.” He replied. They had stopped in front of the door of Matteo and Gastón’s room. Nina took his hand.
“You guys are amazing. You’re gonna do great, don’t worry. I’ll be there on the side cheering you on. Kind of like a good luck charm.” Nina said. God, he was head over heels for this girl.
“My little good luck charm.” Gastón said as he caressed her cheek. He was thankful for her at moments like these. Before all of the drama with Oxford and Xavi, he had taken her for granted. He didn’t realize what he had until it was gone. Now that he had her back, he wasn’t planning on letting her go. Not now, not ever.
“Thank you. I-” Gastón stopped himself. He had wanted to say it, but he simply couldn’t. What if it wasn’t the right moment? What if she didn’t feel the same way? Nina looked at him confused.
“You what?” She asked. Gastón pushed away the doubts and gathered all of his courage.
“I just wanted to tell you how amazing you are. But honestly, words simply aren’t enough.” He took both her hands. “You’re always there for everyone, you put others first, and you are so incredibly talented. You are amazing, Nina Simonetti. And I love you.” For a moment Nina went completely silent. She neither moved nor spoke. She kept her eyes fixed on Gastón’s. Then, after a terrifying moment of silence she finally replied.
“I love you too, Gastón.” Gastón could not describe the feeling he felt at that very moment. Gastón’s heart was racing. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to kiss her so bad. Without thinking, Gastón grabbed Nina by the face and kissed her. Gastón pushed open the door of the hotel room. It was messy, but apparently it had been cleaned because it wasn’t as messy as it had been this morning. The beds were made and the bathroom had been cleaned. The only mess was some of Gastón and Matteo’s clothes sprawled over the furniture. Nina and Gastón would soon celebrate their one year anniversary. They had never done anything besides making out. Gastón knew that Nina was shy. He didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t ready for yet. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t have the desire. He had to stop himself multiple times because he would get too caught up in a make out session. Whenever they kissed it was a gentle kiss, but this one was different. This one was full of passion, full of desire. Not only from Gastón’s side. It felt as if something in Nina had changed. Like a switch inside of her had flipped. The way she kissed him was without holding back and without hesitation. She was relaxed. Gastón could feel it in her movements. They waltzed through the room, their lips never breaking contact. Nina dropped herself onto the bed and the two of them smiled through the kiss. Nina helped him take off his shirt and threw it across the room.
At that moment, they heard the sound of the door unlocking. As fast as lightning, Gastón rolled off the bed and fell to the ground with a loud thunk. Matteo walked into the room to find a flustered Nina sitting on the bed, her back leaning against the headboard. Her hair was messed up and her glasses were crooked. She smoothed out the folds in her skirt and smiled.
“Hi Matteo.” She said. Matteo looked confused for a second, but as soon as he saw his bestfriend lying on the ground, shirtless, a wide grin appeared on his face.
“Am I interrupting something?” He asked.
“No no not at all.” Nina replied. Matteo could tell by the look on her face that she was lying through her teeth. Gastón was still laying motionlessly on the ground, not making any sound.
“You okay bro?” Matteo asked him.
“I’m fine.” Gastón groaned. He got up from the space between his bed and Matteo’s bed. “We were just, uh, looking for something.” He said, trying to make up an excuse. Gastón looked at Nina and she nodded.
“Yeah, I uh, lost my contact lense.” Nina lied.
“You’re wearing glasses.” Matteo noted.
“Yeah, I wear them both. I have really bad eyesight.” Nina replied in a franatic tone. Gastón went with it and nodded.
“Really, really bad.” He repeated after her. Matteo just acted like he bought it. He felt bad for cockblocking his best friend, but he needed him right now.
“I need your help with something.” Matteo told Gastón.
“And it can’t wait?” Gastón asked annoyed.
“No, it can’t.” Matteo said.
“Come on. And don’t forget to put on a shirt.” Matteo reminded his best friend before he turned around and walked towards the door. Gastón looked at Nina apologetically. She was red as a tomato. Gastón tried to keep in his laugh. He couldn’t help but feel all giddy about the situation. He was going to have to get back at his best friend for interrupting his moment with Nina. Gastón put on his shirt and gave Nina a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll see you later.” He said. She smiled and nodded. Matteo was waiting for Gastón in the door opening. Gastón cast him an angry glance.
“Oh come on! You have the absolute worst timing in the world!” He said when he was sure they were out of reach so Nina couldn’t hear it. Matteo just laughed.
“I’m sorry Romeo. It won’t happen again.” Matteo assured him. Then the two of them strolled off bickering and laughing.
#lol I imagined gastón rolling of the bed in the funniest way possible#i hope you like it#soy luna#gastina#gastón perida#gastón agüero battán#nina simonetti
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Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden: Chapter one
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.
I forget about you long enough, to remember why I needed you
Breathe.
Just stand still and breathe… she could do this.
Just breathe, in and out.
The noise of everyone clapping and cheering rang in her ears. It felt like the noise was drowning her.
Breathe. Inhalar y exhalar. No one would notice. She could do this.
Nina felt her hands going numb as she tried to control her ever more shallow breath. She could not move. The video Delfi and Jazmin had shown had left her in a trance. It had woken something inside of her that she had thought had been buried… she had convinced herself that she had buried it.
She had to get out of there. Out of the crowd. She could not ruin Luna’s party like this.
She willed her feet to move. Nina glanced around the yard hoping that no one had noticed her. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say to anyone…
She quickly found her way back inside the mansion and started climbing up the staircase before collapsing at the top, her head in her hands.
Everything was still spinning in her eyes, as she tried to balance out her breathing. She could not afford to have a panic attack right now. She couldn’t…
In and out. Just breathe. Why had she been under an impression that she was able to keep her panic attacks under control? She took another shaky breath.
The spinning started to slow down and she could not hear her racing heart so loudly anymore. The attack had started to subside and Nina was able to take a deep breath again.
She ran her hands through her hair and tears started falling down her face. Why was this happening to her? Why had the video gotten to her like that, she… she knew why. She just had been convincing herself that it was not true, it could have not been true anymore…
…what was so wrong with her that she was not able to get over it? Over him. She already should have, she thought she had. But just those unexpected glimpses —why had she even been caught up off guard? She knew that he had been there, she had also been there— had brough such a surge of emotions… just like when she had heard his voice again after so many months, a months ago. Everything had just come crashing back. The joy, the pain, the way she missed him… she still did, because she love—
NO! No, no no. She could not do this, she had Eric…
…Eric— What was she doing? She did not know. She didn’t know anything. More tears came from her eyes.
How had it come to this?
“Nina?” Suddenly she heard a voice from behind her.
***
Matteo was walking around the grounds of the mansion with Luna after they had all sung happy birthday to her and the girls had showcased that video. The party was still going strong, and the energy was still being super high. Knowing Luna, the party would definitely go on until midnight if not longer.
Matteo's own mood didn’t exactly reflect everyone else’s, but he was able to keep it to himself. It was Luna’s day after all, and he did love seeing her so happy, and Luna really was having time of her life, basically leaping on every step she took.
“Wasn’t the video so nice?” Luna asked after trying to do a pirouette in heels on the grass, and almost falling on her face onto said grass. “I legit almost cried. We have been through so much, and so many adventures are to come, as long as we are all siempre juntos.”
“Yeah, it was nice,” Matteo agreed, lowering his head just slightly, “if only we were all together,” he said mostly to himself. Yes, it was true that the video had dampened his mood. It just brought back some memories and it was not the easiest seeing the footage of all the times with Gastón.
They hadn’t talked that much during the past month after that call about Nina and Eric. Gastón was clearly closing himself off, even towards Matteo. Matteo knew Gastón and knew that being in denial was never good for him. He was not coming back to Buenos Aires for the summer, saying that he had gotten a coveted internship at London and could not afford to miss it… well he was the son of Isla and Marco Perida after all.
He had made sure Luna had invited Gastón to the party, but he had declined, even if it would have only been for couple days. Matteo though knew the real reason why he was keeping himself at the other side of the Atlantic.
“What did you say?”
“Oh nothing.”
“Do you see Nina anywhere?” Luna asked looking around
“Hmmm,” Matteo said glancing around. Eric seemed to be talking to Simon and Pedro, so Nina at least was not with him. “I don’t know, maybe she went to the bathroom or something, don’t worry.”
“Oh I am not, just wondering,” Luna shrugged, “I feel like she kind of vanished after the video. I wanted to ask her opinion on it.”
“She’ll probably come back soon.”
“Hopefully. Because this party got me thinking about that we should have a graduation party…”
“Luna, grandpa wants a picture with us, right now.” Ambar suddenly sprinted in front of Luna and Matteo. Mateo still did not understand how all the girls could maneuver so smoothly with those deathtrap shoes.
“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Luna let go of Matteo’s hand and dashed off. Matteo was about to follow her before Ambar stopped him.
“Matteo, I left my phone to my room and Simon is too busy with the band. Can you get it for me?”
“Actually I was going to—”
“I was not asking, Matteo,” Ambar looked at Matteo with her more threatening eyes, “Go get my phone.”
“Okay, okay,” Matteo shook his head and started walking towards the door. If you were the boyfriend of the birthday girl, your job apparently was the delivery boy of the hosts. Okay, not that he really minded. He could go get Ambar her phone and be nice.
Matteo walked back to the mansion and climbed over the side staircase to Ambar‘s room. He grabbed her phone from her bed—how had she even forgotten it there?
He was checking his own phone as he came out of Ambar’s room. Matteo sighed of relief when he noticed that Gastón had actually answered to his latest message. They still needed to talk but full on phone call would need to be left to the next day. Matteo also was thinking that maybe he should take some time, probably after Luna’s graduation, to go visit England. They needed to talk face to face, as he was getting quite worried about Gastón…
He was about to turn back towards the side staircase when he heard a noise that seemed to be coming from down the hall.
Matteo did not know if this was against his better judgment —Well he had been told multiple times that he had no “better judgment”— or not, to go after a suspicious noise in a mansion that could as well be haunted. Also, disturbed people had attempted to burn it down too, multiple times, but his curiosity got the better of him. He could fight off a burglar if it came to it. He slipped Ambar’s phone to his pocket and started moving.
As Matteo walked further in the hallway, he heard the noise again. Now more clearly. It sounded like someone was crying.
There was no doubt about it as he approached the grand staircase of the Mansion. As he walked closer to it, he saw a figure huddled at the top of the stairs.
Matteo instantly knew who it was, even when they were not facing him. He had witnessed Jazmin working on all the girls’ hair before the party, because she had insisted of doing his and Simon’s hair as well —Pedro had ran away. That brown straight hair with a half updo, as Jazmin had called it, was unmistakable.
“Nina?”
Matteo saw her jump and frantically turn around. He had obviously scared her. Her glasses were in her hand and face tearstained.
“It is me, Matteo. What are you doing here?” He asked as he started walking towards her, “Are you okay?”
“...Yes…uhm, Well… no,” She was trying to wipe the tears off her face. “It’s stupid.”
“I doubt that if you are like this.” Matteo pointed out. “Do you want me to get someone?”
“NO! No, please … don’t get Eric.” Nina’s voice had quickly gotten fast and desperate… before she buried her face into her hands and, burst back into tears. Matteo furrowed his brow. It was pretty interesting that she had said that… specifically not wanting her boyfriend present.
Hold up a second, were they even boyfriend and girlfriend? Matteo honestly had never heard Nina call Eric that. Not that Matteo had even meant him. He was never going to lie and say that he even liked the guy or whatever he had with Nina, but as Luna had said, he was not really allowed an opinion… but you gotta have some solidarity with your brother.
Matteo stepped on the stairs and sat down next to Nina. He did not wanna leave her alone while she was like this. He had gotten to know her much better during the past year, and he definitely held affection and protectiveness towards her, as she was extremely important to two people Matteo loved the most: Luna and Gastón.
“Did something happen?” Matteo draped his arms around her, as he remembered that Gastón had mentioned in passing in some side sentence that Nina calmed down easily from physical contact.
“No, nothing happened.” Nina sobbed, “That is the problem. I— I don’t feel anything… or at least the right things.”
“Are we talking about Eric…?” Matteo questioned carefully. Nina just nodded. Matteo tried to mask the smile on his face. He had been right, and had not just imagined the nothingness between Nina and Eric. He had always failed to see what ever Luna was always gushing about being so cute.
“I have no right to be unhappy. I shouldn’t be, but I am. I can’t help it. Everyone was so happy for me, I just thought that, since it seemed to make so much sense to everyone, it would make sense to me too.” Nina seemed to start calming down, even when her voice still seemed quite shaky.
“No one can tell you how you should be feeling,” Matteo responded. “I learned that the hard way.”
“I thought that I was over it. That I could move on. But I don’t know anything anymore. I don’t know what I am doing.”
Matteo absolutely knew who the topic had changed into. “Honestly, we both know that I won’t be unbiased on that front, but it never is a good idea to lie to yourself. Everyone will understand.”
“Matteo, he doesn’t love me anymore. He said he was happy for me… ” Nina shook her head, “...I, I wasn’t happy about that. I don’t know what I was expecting him to say. That he would come back and fight for me? I just convinced myself that I could get over it.”
Matteo really wanted to tell her the truth about that phonecall but he knew that it was not his to tell. They needed to talk that out themselves. “Nina, you know Gastón as well as I do. Do you really think he would ever stand in the way, if he thought he was in the way of your happiness.”
“No, he wouldn’t.” Small smile formed onto Nina’s lips. “But I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore, about my future, about anything. It is a blurr. I have messed everything up for myself and I can’t see a way forward.”
“I know how that feels.” Matteo responded, “Trust me, it will all become much cleared if you really think what you want and care about. And do not think that you will disappoint anyone. Everyone loves you.”
Matteo got up and offered his hand to Nina. “I think we better head back. They’ll be having all the fun without us.”
“I can’t go back out there,” Nina shook her head. “I can’t face Eric… this is not the time and place for it. I need to get my head in straight. And… Luna will know something is wrong. I know I need to tell her, but I can’t do it here, she’d drop everything. It is her party, I can’t do that.”
“I can make up an excuse for you, if you want to slip away.” Matteo offered as Nina got up from the stairs.
“Thank you,” Nina hugged him.
“Someone once asked me to take care of you,” Matteo hugged her back, “I don’t think I succeeded in that, but maybe I can still redeem myself. You are my friend, and we all stick together.”
“We do.” Nina smiled at him and started walking down the stairs. Matteo turned around and took the route he had come from.
“Here’s your phone,” Matteo threw the phone at Ambar as he got back to the garden. Ambar, Simon and Luna had been chatting with Delfi and Pedro next to the band gear.
“Finally!” Ambar said as she effortlessly caught the phone. “What took you so long?”
“I could not find it.” Matteo remarked as he joined the others. “Maybe you should have sent someone that actually knows the current layout of your room… like Simon.”
Ambar looked like she wanted to snark something back at Matteo, but she just rolled her eyes, flipped her ponytail and wrapped her arm around Simon’s arm. Matteo grabbed Luna’s arm and pulled her a little further away from the circle.
“I ran into Nina while I was on the goose chase for Ambar’s phone,” He started.
“Oh, did she come back out with you?” Luna questioned.
“No, she went home.”
“Why?”
“She had a huge migraine,” Matteo lied smoothly. That was something that would sound believable and not make anyone too worried. “Probably from the sun. And the festival this morning was probably exhausting for her as it was her performance. So not really surprising.”
“Oh noh,” Luna looked alarmed, “I should call her, make sure she is alright.”
“Luna, she knew you would make a huge fuss,” Matteo took Luna by the shoulders, “and she didn’t want to take attention away. It is your big day after all, she didn’t want to ruin it.”
“Oh,” Luna looked down, “okay then.”
“Call her tomorrow,” Matteo suggested, “Now come on. Are we just going to let that delicious looking cake melt in the sun?”
“Oh, did I tell you that Mom made it double chocolate?” Luna started pulling Matteo towards the cake. Her attention was successfully diverted.
***
3:00 AM. Nina rolled on her side in her bed. You should never look at the alarm clock when you were having a hard time sleeping, but there she was.
Not that it could make things any worse than they already were. Thoughts swirled in her head and she was unable to get them in order.
Matteo was right, she should just be true to her heart and listen to it and not her head.
In her head, being with Eric made sense. He was nice and sweet to her. He reminded her of herself… when she had been younger. She should give him a chance, she owed him that… Everyone thought so… but did she think so?
What did she feel? She had felt content at the start because… because everyone had been so happy. Happy for her, because she was happy. Had she actually been? Been happy?
She tried of thinking of Eric. Being with him had not been unpleasant, just, something was missing. She was not really sure about what she felt for him. Did she feel anything for him? The only thing she felt right now, was guilt. Not the overwhelming warmth and happiness that made her heart race. Everything that just a voice over the phone could cause.
She didn’t not feel the buzz when she touched his hand or the constant need to be close to him. There was nothing physical about the relationship. No attraction… Maybe it would come with time…
Be honest with yourself Nina … the truth was that… she did not want any of that. She could not even imagine it. It was not just nerves because she was inexperienced, because it was not true. She had done it before.
She and Gastón had gone all the way just three months into the relationship. She could never regret it, it had been incredible. Any time he had even just touched her, the feeling was indescribable. She had not felt something like that since…
Even just the way he had known something was wrong from her voice after saying once sentence. She missed that too.
Tears crept their way back into her eyes. The searing pain in her heart returned in waves. She could not keep going like this. He was gone, but that didn’t change the things with Eric. She could not keep doing this to him. She had seen firsthand what happened when the relationship was stretched too thin while there was nothing left. .
She almost instinctively reached out to the drawer in her nightstand. Her hands found the fabric easily, she never could have been able to get rid of it. Nina wrapped the green scarf around her left hand and laid back on the bed.
Next morning she was not feeling that better, so she tried to keep busy. Alongside all of her personal problems, she still had to figure out, well, the future.
The graduation was going to be in three days and she still had not finished any college applications. Her mother had surprisingly not been super overbearing on the topic, but Nina had the feeling that if she didn’t present her with some answers soon, Ana’s patience was going to run thin.
This should be easy, if only she actually knew what she was doing.
Nina was sitting on the floor of her room and had probably a thousand different university leaflets in front of her. Yeah, honestly, she was trying to focus on this to avoid the eventual conversation with Eric. But this also needed to be done, so what better time than now?
She reached for one of the leaflets and looked it through. Why was this so hard? She had thought that after figuring out the major, picking the school would come automatically.
“Could I just get some kind of sign?” She leaned into her bed and sighed. How had she let this come to this?
She thought back to year ago. She had had the perfect plan then, which would have given her everything she had ever wanted. But she had let that all go. She really didn’t know what she wanted, huh? Why had she stayed? Staying for the writing post seemed ridiculous right now, but she had not known it then. She had given up all her happiness, all her clarity for that, and had ended up here—Why had she done it all?
Suddenly her phone started ringing, making Nina jump for a second. She frantically looked around to see where she even had left it before getting up to get it from her nightstand. That must have been Luna, probably wanting to ask why she had disappeared last night… the call was coming from an unknown number. So it was not Luna.
“Nina Simonetti,” Nina answered the phone.
“Nina, Hello,” a vaguely familiar male voice rang from the other end of the line. “this is Manuel Ramirez, the headmaster of Blake South College.” That's why the voice had sounded familiar.
“Hello, Mr. Ramirez,” Nina answered, not really sure why she was receiving calls from the headmaster.
“First I want to say how sorry I and all the faculty are that you won’t be giving a speech at your Graduation ceremony this Saturday.” Probably about two weeks ago after they had gotten their final exam results back Nina had received the news that she was the top student of their graduating class. Traditionally that would mean the she would have been required to give a speech at the graduation, but thankfully she had been allowed to turn it down. She would never have the courage for a speech. From what she knew, the one giving the speech was the student who had gotten highest results after her. She did not know who that was, but thats how Gastón had given the speech last year.
“I know, but as I told Mr. Perez already, I don’t really like to give speeches and I am sure the one who has been offered the honor will be more than up to the task and I am really looking forward to hearing their speech.”
“We understand that,” Mr. Ramirez continued, “and that is not what I called you to discuss. Well, as you know already, you received the highest marks across the board. So, I have the honor to inform you that you have received the Educación Internacional Para Jóvenes Prometedores Del Mañana scholarship. It is sponsored by the city hall of Buenos Aires, and is highly coveted. Blake is one of the rare schools that has the qualifications for its students to even receive it.”
Nina was too stunned to speak for a second. She had not expected this at all. “I am sorry… I don’t think I have ever heard of that.”
“Only the top graduating student can qualify for the scholarship, and even then it is not guaranteed,” Mr. Ramirez explained, “No one at Blake has received it in a couple of years due to varying circumstances.”
“Yea, but, what is it exactly?”
“Like the name suggests, it is a scholarship for international study programs. It covers five-year University tuition, which means to masters, plus the student accommodations for a one year.”
“Wow… uhm, that is a lot,” Nina was still wrapping her head around all of it. “Does this apply to all the schools?”
“Not all of them, of course. All the Universities included in it are ones with teaching languages other than Spanish. This excludes most of the Spanish and Latin American universities. The latest schools added to the scholarship are from the Nordic region of Europe including The University of Helsinki and the Aalto University.”
“So this is for learning new cultures?”
“I won’t beat around the bush Nina,” Mr. Ramirez continued. “This scholarship is for you to go to an Ivy League school. Harvard, Yale, Stanford, and of course Cambridge and Oxford. Blake is a coveted upper secondary school and we expect great things from our alumni. We have not had an alumna in a noteworthy school outside of Argentina in five years until last year when one of our graduates went to Oxford. He is keeping the name of Blake South College up, and we have all the faith that you do the same.”
“Of course, but I need time to think.”
“I’ll sent you all the detail via email. I am sure you’ll make the school proud.”
“Thank you.” Nina said and heard the call to be disconnected.
Wow. She had had so much on her plate that scholarships had not even crossed her mind, not to mention massive one like this. It was huge.
Somehow automatically her hand had reached for another university leaflet… Oxford. The looming, beautiful building stared at her right from the page. The Head Master just had to mention Oxford.
Was this the sign? Did she believe in signs? She didn’t know.
Just… after everything had happened, she had just thought that she would spend the rest of her life in Buenos Aires. Moving away had been a fleeting dream, a burst of courage… because she would have not been doing it alone. Now… she was afraid.
The scholarship was way too good of an opportunity to not take advantage of it. She wasn’t an idiot. Right after they had divorced, her parents had set up a trust for her future education, which they had put in a certain amount monthly. Nina’s Blake tuition had been covered from that. Of course, her parents had tried to one-up each other on their contributions, plus Mora had made couple of donations to it as well. Nina did not know the full amount, but she knew that it was a fair amount. But there definitely was something super tempting to not needing to rely on it.
Gastón had gone to Oxford with Isla and Marco paying everything out of pocket for him, and of course he had been extremely grateful about it, but Nina knew that he had felt some kind of way about it. Being the sole child of millionaires was not as easy as it maybe seemed.
“Why are you in my head again?” Of course, she had ended up thinking Gastón again.
All a sudden her phone rang again. This time it was Luna.
“Hey Luna,” Nina picked up the call.
“Ninaaa!” Luna’s bubbly voice came from the other end. “Hiiii!”
“I am glad you called,” Nina started speaking, “I am so sorry that I left yesterday. I didn’t want to make a scene…”
“It’s all good. Matteo told me you got a headache.” Luna responded, “How are you feeling? Any better?”
“Yes, it went away during the night.” Headache? Matteo clearly was quite good at the excuse game, which should have not been surprising. Nina did get stress migraines from time to time. “I am fine now.” She felt really bad about lying to Luna like this, but she didn’t know what to say. She needed to figure everything out. But she would tell Luna the truth.
“Okay well, what are you doing now?”
“Universities. Trying to sort all that out before Mom’s patience runs out.”
“Uuuuu, me too!” Luna’s voice got even more excited. “I can’t believe that we are graduating on Saturday. Matteo has been helping me and Ambar is taking me shopping today. What are you wearing?”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Nina questioned. “Mora sent me a dress from her upcoming collection.”
“Take a picture. I wanna see it. Can you come over tomorrow? I wanna talk to you about the plans I have made about community college.”
*
“I missed you!” Luna jumped to hug Nina as she opened the Mansion door the next day.
“You didn’t see me for a day.”
“Yeah, but still.” Luna did a small twirl. “What are those?” Luna was gesturing the pile of booklets Nina was holding-
“University pamphlets. I wanted to talk with you about all of that and you mentioned community college.”
“Yes of course,” Luna said as she skipped ahead when Nina walked inside. “Simon and Ambar are out, and so is Pedro, so only Matteo is here with us. We can talk in peace. Mom just brought some cookies to the living room… I left my phone upstairs. I’ll go get it real quick.”
Nina shook his head laughing as she watched Luna run up the stairs before realizing that she was getting up the wrong staircase.
“She still does not know how to navigate here,” Nina turned around and saw Matteo shaking his head behind her. He had appeared from nowhere. “I was sitting on the couch, so I heard what you were talking about.”
“Yeah. It is maybe time to actually make decisions about all of this,” Nina gestured to the brochures in her hands. “Luna mentioned leadership and teaching classes at community college.”
“Yes, that idea came to her in a dream yesterday. You know how she is. She will probably tell you more about it soon.” Matteo explained, “Monica and Miquel are really happy about her actually having a plan.”
“It is a good one. Academics are not really her and that way she can have her career in skating as she wants.”
“Yep… How are you doing?” Matteo changed the subject. “You look better than couple days ago.”
“I don’t know how I am doing.” Nina shook her head, “I made some decisions, but totally lost with others.”
“What decisions?”
“Eric,” Nina shook her head, “I just… I can’t keep doing this to him. He deserves much more than me. But I don’t know how I am supposed to tell him that. I don’t want to break his heart.”
“Well, truth is always a good start.”
“I know.” Nina said looking down, “I better put these down on the table.” she gestured to the leaflets she was carrying and started walking toward the living room.
“Hmmmmm… Oxford huh?”
Nina turned around and to her horror, she saw Matteo holding the Oxford leaflet. When had she dropped it?
“Uhmmm, well, I just had it there.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you are pretty bad liar?” Matteo said looking at her. “Look, you don’t need to tell me, but I want you to know that you can trust me. I am your friend.”
“I know. Okay. The headmaster called me—” Nina started to explain, “—and told me that I have gotten a scholarship called: Educación Internacional Para Jóvenes Prometedores Del Mañana.”
“Wow, thats big.”
“You know what it is?”
“I am pretty sure Dad was just and just able to mask his disappointment that I didn’t get it.” Matteo laughed, “But yeah, I know what it is. So you were thinking about Oxford?”
“Well…” Nina struggled to find the right words, “...the scholarship kind of came out of the blue. I don’t know, honestly.”
“Wasn’t it your dream to go study abroad last year?”
“Well, yes, It was, but…”
“But now it is not anymore?”
“No, thats not it. I guess, it still is? Maybe. I would love to go, learn and live like an adult, with no Mom hovering over my shoulder and England is an amazing place.”
“Then what is the problem?” Nina saw Matteo to furrow his brow. “If you say Gastón, I won‘t believe you. I know him and you do too, he would never have a problem with you following your dreams.”
“I know that.” Nina smiled. “Guess part of that is the fact that I felt like he closed the door on that path for me, but I wanna open it again, but I don’t know how. And how can I leave everybody? All my friends are here and the team…”
“Nina, Roller will always be important part of all of us, but we are all also growing up.” Matteo started talking, “Simon and Pedro are trying to keep the band afloat, I have the label plus the studies I am doing, so do Jim, Yam, Delfi and Jazmin. Ambar is going to law school. Everyone will be going their separate ways, and I think you know that. If you want my opinion, I think you should do it. Taking risks can be worth it, especially if its for something you really want. Plus it seems like you have already made the decision.”
“I have?”
“You got a scholarship that basically enables you to go study basically in any school in the world, but the only thing you are thinking about is Oxford.”
Matteo was right, and Nina knew it. Maybe she had always known it. “But how do I tell Luna?”
“Tell me what?”
Nina turned around and saw that Luna was standing on the bottom of the staircase.
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Aaaaaa! It is honestly quite weird that I have been writing for the soy Luna fandom for about two years and have not yet written about how Gastina got back together. Well here it finally is, the Gastina Oxford story as we could say. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter
You all know what I think about the dynamic Matteo and Nina were never allowed to have, because you bet Matteo was never fan of Eric. He is the one who knows the other side of the whole mess and is able to help Nina through it.
Additional note: This will in no way shape or form be an accurate representation of what it is like to study at Oxford. I don't study there and there is only so much research you can do. Plus if I'd try to keep things 100 % accurate, the story would suffer, and the story itself is not all about Oxford or their studies. That being said, if you are a student at Oxford and reading this... I am so sorry.
#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 Gastón 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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Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden: Chapter nine
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.
I said: "No one has to know what we do"
“I need to get going now—” Nina was about to get up from Gastón's bed when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back down.
It had pretty much become a routine, at this point, for any time his room was empty during lunch, which during this term was often, they took advantage of it as much as they could. Gastón knew that he was an extremely physically affectionate person, so the “secret dating” or whatever you could call what they were doing wasn’t the ideal, but what they were working with. The Easter vacation had now been almost four weeks ago now, and they had miraculously kept up their charade and had not gotten caught by anybody.
“Hey! Let me go.” Nina squealed in a playful protest, and he pulled her closer. “I have class.”
“There’s plenty of time,” Gastón ran his fingers through her hair.
“It is easy for you to say, you are not a freshman with a packed full class schedule,” Nina sat up and rolled her eyes at him, “It’s in another building, so I won’t make it there just in the academic quarter.”
“Since when?” Gastón had pretty much learned Nina’s schedule by heart already. It made it easier to catch her in the hallways in between classes.
“The Thursday lecture changed locations,” Nina explained while smoothing her hair down with her hand, “Didn’t I tell you that?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Well, I must have forgotten.” Nina turned to look at him, “But I actually need to go, or do you want me to be late?”
“Of course not,” Gastón laughed and scooted to sit next to her, “Soooo… I guess I will have to let you go, as long as you kiss me first.”
Nina rolled her eyes before leaning towards him. Gastón placed his hand on her nape, deepening the kiss momentarily. Honestly, he’d much rather just keep going with this, but they were still at Oxford, so like it or not, they had to attend classes. Being in love was no reason for failing, neither his nor Nina’s parents would not let them get away with, nor should they let themselves get away with it either.
“I love you,” He looked deeply into her eyes after they separated, “You know, how about we go away for the weekend? Get a hotel somewhere. I am kind of getting tired of sneaking around.”
“That sounds really great,” Nina traced a pattern on his hand before her eyes focused on his watch, “But, now I really need to go.”
Gastón reached for his laptop after Nina had left. He didn’t have any more classes today, but still, there was some work that started to pile up. The minor requests should be submitted before the end of the month.
As he was about to open up a project file, the door suddenly opened. He half expected to see Nina come back for something she had forgotten… except that she never forgot anything plus there was no way she would have gotten the door open, she didn’t have the key, she would have been needed to knock.
Instead, through the door came Oliver and Jacob.
“What are you doing here?” Gastón asked before realizing what he was saying.
“Well, we kind of live here,” Oliver looked at him skeptically.
“What happened to the classes both you have had, for the whole year now, out of campus?” Gastón asked.
“Oh, mine got canceled,” Jacob dropped down on his bed.
“Mine too,” Oliver sat on a chair and took his tablet out.
“Well, that is just convenient,” Gastón mumbled. He was not sure if he should be freaked out about almost getting caught or relieved that it didn’t happen.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Gastón looked back down at his computer. He opened the file and scanned through the formulas he had written on there before opening up a calculator software.
“What was Nina doing here?”
“What?” Gastón looked up at Oliver’s voice. “What are you talking about?”
“We saw her come out of here?” Jacob sat up on his bed and had a very unorthodox smirk on his face. Gastón saw him and Oliver exchange glances. They had planned this. “What was she doing here?”
“We, uh, she—” Gastón tried to come up with something and quickly. They had seen her, so lying about that wouldn’t really work. “She just came to ask me something. I was her tutor after all.”
“Really? She couldn’t do that in a hallway?” Gastón felt like two pairs of eyes were practically trying to drill themselves into him. “And you are not teaching her anymore. Don’t tell me Nina took another physics course, after how much she was complaining about the last one. If she has, she needs more than just a little bit of help.”
“It was a private matter,” Gastón shrugged, “None of your business actually.”
“Just like it is none of our business that you two are sleeping together?”
Both Oliver and Jacob were smirking even bigger now. Gastón found himself quite speechless. This reminded him way too much of the time when his mother had been determined to get him to admit that he was seeing a girl when he and Nina had started dating, granted she had been right… just like Oliver and Jacob were right now…
“Well, I…”
“Don’t waste your energy trying to deny it,” Jacob crossed his arms, “I don’t know what the popular belief is, but we ain't stupid.”
“I mean it is really obvious. Do you fancy a list?” Oliver looked like he was about to burst into laughter, “You have been in an extremely increased mood the past weeks, your eyes never have wondered, until now whenever she’s around, those texts you often get late at night that are from Matteo that definitely are not from him, way you often disappear between classes and appear back up from the direction of certain literature classes. Yes, James has noticed this too.”
“And I mean, why would you try to deny it? There is no judgment here.” Jacob also started looking amused, “You have been holding a torch for Nina, since I don’t even know, even if you refuse to admit it. We're all human here, you are too. It honestly has been a matter of time, before you’d have taken her to bed. Nothing wrong with that, as long it’s consensual. It was, right?”
“Of course, it was!” Gastón snapped, “What do you take me as?”
“Ha!!! You admitted it!” Oliver almost practically jumped, “You are sleeping with Nina.”
“We’re not…”
“You are really still trying to deny it? Come on now.”
“We’re not just sleeping together.” Gastón finally let out of his mouth. There was no point trying to start denying it, this confrontation had clearly been cooking between Jacob and Oliver, and probably James too, for a while now. Seeing Nina leave had just given them optimal segway.
“You mean you manned up and told her that you are mad for her?” Oliver and Jacob looked astonished, “Before or after?”
“Before, actually,” Gastón cracked a smile. “I mean, it was really great. Everyone has been right. I was just super stubborn, but I guess I couldn’t lie to myself anymore, before I did something stupid anyway. I am in love with her, have been for a while now.” Much longer than a while, but he couldn’t just tell Oliver and Jacob that he had been in love with Nina since he had been 17, chasing her internet persona around and looking extremely stupid. They would have to let part out in the open at some point, but they needed to do that together.
“So, what is the deal here?” Jacob leaned closer. He was way too into gossip and relationship drama. “Still like a situationship? Or official, or getting there? You do know you need to nail her down now, as you just said that you are in love with her. Ah, should have gotten that on tape. Oliver, you weren’t recording right? He’s gonna deny that in like an hour.”
“I am not going to do that,” Gastón laughed, “We are, actually, official I mean. She is my girlfriend. We just hadn’t told you guys yet. We were going to, though, at some point.”
“This really is a Christmas miracle.” Oliver laughed, “Little late though.”
“More like Easter.” Gastón cringed, before smiling again. Honestly, it felt good to talk about this, about everything.
His phone call with Matteo, after they had told him and Luna, had lasted at least three hours. Matteo didn’t let him spare any detail or save him from hearing it about not telling him right away.
“If we would have known that all it took was to leave you two alone for a week, we would have done it months ago,” Oliver laughed, “But, good for you honestly. You are finally moving on.”
“Yep…” Gastón couldn’t meet their eyes. He was doing the exact opposite, “...thats what I am doing, for sure. It was about time.”
“Well, our job here is done,” Oliver leaned down on his bed.
“Well, don’t speak too soon,” Jacob smirked, “We need to hear the wedding bells first.”
“Guys…” Gastón laughed, “Nina’s not even 20. Her mother is the strictest lawyer in the world… would wring my neck.”
“Uuu, you already have insight knowledge on the in-laws, huh?”
“She has told me stuff,” Gastón tried to think something that would be vague enough to not fully sound like a lie. “Her parents are divorced and stuff like that.” Yep, not like he had pretty much convinced her parents to let her move to a different country with him already.
***
“Hey!” Both Marlee and Ariana were in their room when Nina opened the door.
“Hey!” She sat on her bed and pulled the laptop out of her bag and opened the document where she had her novel draft… yeah, it really was a novel, wasn’t it. Maybe it was stupid to pursue something like this as a literature freshman, not even having her bachelor's done but Gastón had said that what she wanted to write about was worth exploring… and he had the unfortunate ability to make her believe pretty much everything he said to her. Maybe it truly was worth the shot.
“Where were you at lunch?” Ariana’s voice shook Nina out of her thoughts concerning her draft.
“What do you mean?” Nina asked while trying to keep a strict poker face… There had been lot of things happening during lunch…
“You just seemed to disappear,” Ariana continued talking, “You often do that now, since Easter anyway.”
“Well, I was in the library,” Nina shrugged and tried to turn back to her computer, but Marlee started speaking, picking up the subject.
“You were?” She leaned her head on her hands. “Let me guess, you read books just there again, and didn’t check anything out, again.”
“Yeah,” Nina wasn’t sure was Marlee being sarcastic or not right now, “I didn’t fancy carrying extra books around for the rest of the day.”
“Okay,” Marlee said, and she and Ariana looked like the conversation was over, or at least that was how Nina took it, so she reached up to her bookcase and tried to pull a book out of it…
“By the way, by putting powder on top of the concealer, it blends much better to the skin when covering a hickey.”
“What?!!” the book almost fell onto Nina’s head as she pulled it while jerking her head around with little too much force.
Both Marlee and Ariana were wearing very blatant “You really thought you were going to get away with this?” faces while also smirking very proudly.
“Come on now,” Ariana was the first to speak. “You really think we wouldn’t have noticed? Library? Really? What you have been doing can be as far away from studying as it can be.”
“Uhm…” Nina tried to think of something to say but everything just got stuck on her throat. She could also feel her cheeks visibly heat up. Blushing clearly would give everything away.
“It has been obvious. You have stopped buttoning those button-downs completely up, you did that when we met, there are other things too, like the late nights in the “library” where you come back just a tad bit more disheveled…” Marlee’s smirk kept widening, “We’re not blind…”
“Well, yes… Uh, you are right. I am…” Nina was not really sure how to phrase this.
“So, how long has this been going on with Gastón?” Ariana’s tone had turned into a teasing one.
Nina was speechless once more. The girls had really done their research. They had thought that they had done a good job covering their tracks with Gastón, but apparently not.
“It is obvious that it is him, he is not that good at hiding it either. He hasn’t smiled that much before nor has his eyes been heart-shaped since we have known him, until now,” Ariana kept talking, “You got him under a spell huh? Taking that physics course was a good idea after all. You did try to deny it, but you can’t anymore… So, are you together or…? Because neither of you really seem like people just casually sleep with each other.”
“And if you were—” Marlee remarked still smirking, “—it wouldn’t have taken this long. Gastón has had his eye on you since you met, and so have you on him.”
“No, it is not like that,” Nina knew she probably was blushing furiously right now, “We are, together I mean.”
“I knew it!” Ariana clapped her hands together, “from Easter, right? Because honestly, this room did not look very lived in when I came back. Got a lot of quality time alone?”
“Yes, we did.”
Nina reached for the phone and after grabbing it, she realized that it was on mute. When had that happened? There were a couple of messages from Gastón, asking her to come to meet him after the class.
Gastón: Hey, where are you? You haven’t answered. I really need to talk to you
Nina: My phone was on mute, I didn’t notice. I’m sorry, meet you right there
“I need to go…”
“To the library?” Marlee laughed, “Nah, don’t worry about us, go to your man.”
*
“So, about that weekend?” Nina ran her fingers from Gastón’s hair to his neck as their lips separated for a moment. They had met up to talk but this far, almost no talking had actually been happening.
“Yeah, I looked up something,” Gastón slid his hand on her waist, “Kent is only about a little over an hour's drive away, and apparently extremely beautiful on the spring. We can just get out of here tomorrow after classes.”
“Sounds amazing.” Nina smiled. She had looked at a lot of pictures of English countryside before moving, it had looked extremely beautiful. She had kind of fantasized about getting to visit places but hadn’t really seen herself going alone.
She noticed herself starting to get lost in Gastón’s eyes, and his fingers drawing circles on her back didn’t really help.
“Uh, we were supposed to talk about something,” She shook her head as she remembered the text conversation. “That wasn’t it right?”
“Yeah, we were,” Gaston shook his head as well, and backed away a little bit so she could get off the wall she had been leaning against. “You’re way too beautiful not to get distracted.”
“So, what is it. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is fine,” Gastón took her hands in his. “Just, uhm, so—” He appeared to take a breath, “—Oliver and Jacob saw you leave our room, today.”
“What? You said that they had classes off the building, like always.”
“Yes, they do,” Gastón tightened his grip on her hands, “but apparently both of their classes got canceled, which was just awfully convenient.”
“So, they only saw me leave?”
“Yes, so it could have been worse,” Gastón smiled kind of awkwardly for a moment.
“What happened afterward?” Nina asked running her hand on his arm. “What did they say?”
“Well, obviously they aren’t stupid,” Gastón rolled his eyes, “You were at our room, with me, what else were they supposed to assume? So, they kind of gave me a criminal interrogation.”
“What did you tell them?”
“Well, there was no other choice really. I don’t wanna lie to them, because first of all, I am a terrible liar and secondly, they are my friends. So, I told them the truth.”
“Truth? As in…”
“As in… Yes, it is you, and it is not just a physical thing, we are together. And that you are the love of my life,” Gastón ran his finger on Nina’s cheek. “Then they did gratulate me on finally moving on… which I am not doing exactly… but the bottom line is that they know now. What are you laughing at?”
“I just, can this really be a coincidence?” Nina laughed, “I just realized… Marlee and Ariana gave me the same intervention as soon as I came back from class. There wasn’t much I needed to tell them while telling the truth. They just straight up knew what has been going on.”
“Really?” Gastón's face was amused, “Those five…” He muttered to himself, “This was not a coincidence, this intervention was planned. James had a job interview today, that's why he wasn’t there to interrogate me too.”
“So, everyone knows now?”
“From our own mouths…” Gastón said and looked up for a moment, “...except James, but I am sure he has been told already. So, what do we do now?”
“What do you mean?” Nina questioned.
“You know, what I said about everyone thinking that I have finally moved on a forgotten the girl that “is still in Buenos Aires”, but here you are, in front of me,” Gastón chuckled, “So do we just sit everyone down for Storytime?”
“Oh noh,” Nina ran her hand through her hair in momentary panic, “This means we need to tell them. How do we even begin to do that?”
“It’s a lot,” Gastón grabbed her hand to make her stop fiddling with her hair, “But the thing is that we don’t need to do that if we don’t want to. I mean, the point of this was to let everything out on our own terms and this really isn’t it, is it.”
“You think so?” Nina questioned.
“Obviously, everyone knows were together now, but maybe we should wait a little more to tell them everything. Just until we actually know what to say.”
“I think that would be smartest, yeah,” Nina responded.
“Well, this is my fault,” Gastón placed his hands back on her waist, “I just had to fall in love with this invisible internet girl four years ago. Here’s what I propose, we stop hiding right now, everyone can see us, everyone can know, and tomorrow after class we disappear the hell out of here to Kent.”
“Let’s do that.” Nina wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
***
“Your class ends at 12 tomorrow, right?” Gastón asked as they were walking towards Nina’s room later that night.
“Yeah.”
“Good, we’ll make the drive during daylight…”
They looked forward as they heard footsteps and saw James rounding the corner. He very quickly stopped as soon as he saw them.
Gastón was hundred percent sure that he had been in on the coordinated interrogation he and Nina had been put through today, but he technically hadn’t been there to witness the actual outcome.
“I’ll probably have to talk to him,” Gastón turned toward Nina.
“Do that,” Nina nodded to him, “I’ll find my way to my room well enough. I love you.”
“I love you. See you in the morning” Gastón leaned and pecked her on the lips before detaching his arm from around her waist and watched her walk away before turning towards James. “So, are you gonna keep staring all day?”
“No, I am just feeling like I am hallucinating.”
“Oh come on,” Gastón rolled his eyes at him, “Don’t pretend like you weren’t in the know about how Oliver and Jacob came at me today.”
“Yes, I was,” James nodded, “I am just shocked that we actually were right. Who are you and what have you done with Gastón Perida?”
“Hey, you remembered my name!” Gastón laughed, “Oh well, the only thing I can say is that, if you start teaching a literature major physics, and don’t want to fall in love with her, don’t do it at a dimly lit library at the evening. I just couldn’t deny my feelings anymore.”
“Well, at least I can stop telling you that now.” James patted him on the back, “Wait… Library? Really? I have heard of a lot of strange hookups, but the library… Mate…”
“No, not at the library,” Gastón scoffed. How many times would he need to defend his honor today? “What do you think this is? A regency-era romance novel? Both of our rooms were empty, made use of that. I know how to treat my girl well.”
***
The next morning Nina was greeted by a passionate kiss five meters away from her dorm room’s door.
“Morning,” Gastón said after he released her, “Since we’re going public, I thought you deserved a proper greeting.”
How was he still able to make her blush? Nina laced her fingers with Gastón’s as they started to walk down the hallway.
As they exited the stairwell and walked down to one of the study halls, where everyone apparently was already waiting for them.
“Oh, noh,” Nina said while looking at the others, “What are we going to say to them?”
“I mean they know, so technically, nothing,” Gastón kissed her on her forehead, “but I can come up with something snarky if you want.”
“Maybe it won’t be necessary.”
“Hey! Are you two love birds ever grazing us with your presence?” It was Marlee’s voice.
“Well, here we go.” Gastón wrapped his arm around Nina’s shoulder, pulling her close, and they approached the others. “So, I hope everyone is happy now.”
“Well, yes very happy,” Ariana crossed her arms smirking, “We don’t need to watch you two Latinos pining for each other any longer.”
“This has been the matchmaking scheme of the century,” Oliver laughed, “But this actually worked.”
“Matchmaking?” Nina looked at Gastón questioningly. They had literally yesterday agreed to delay the whole truth about her and Gastón’s actual history, but she already needed to remind herself of it. The others thought that they had met on the first day of Michaelmas term.
“Let them have the credit,” Gastón shrugged, “Makes them happy.”
“I am trying to start picking up some Spanish from the two of you… is Feliz happy or sad?” James rolled his eyes. “That's the only word I picked up. Speaking other languages in front of people should be forbidden. We never know what you say.”
“It means none of your business,” Gastón laughed, “I honestly like that I can say what I want in front of you, and you have no idea. Non-English speakers are forced to be bilingual.”
“Well, look at the time,” Marleed looked at her phone, “I need to get going. Will we be seeing you two at lunch or is the disappearing act still going on?” She shot a look at Gastón and Nina while everyone else laughed.
“Just go to class Marlee,” Gastón Rolled his eyes. “James, I’ll catch up with you before the class starts.”
“Why?” Nina looked at him questioningly.
“What?” Gastón moved his arm to her waist, “I’m walking you to class, I’m your boyfriend, no sneaking around anymore.”
Nina smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss before they started walking.
*
“Nina! Were my eyes seeing right!?” Lisa and another one of her classmates, Jess, hounded Nina as soon as Gastón had left her in front of the auditorium. “Since when are you an item with him? His name was Gastón, right?”
“Well, you know that we have been friends, my roommates have known him since last year,” Nina tried to give them the best explanation she could. It hadn’t crossed her mind that other people, who didn’t know Gastón, would be interested in her new relationship as well. She wasn’t as close with Lisa or Jess as she was with Marlee and Ariana, but they still were friends. “He’s also from Buenos Aires, so we kind of…clicked.”
“So, the only thing you need to do is to speak Spanish? Mind giving me some lessons?” Lisa laughed. “I mean he’s a catch… but you probably know that already.”
“But seriously,” Jess interrupted, “I have a couple of older friends in the science and technology faculty. Gastón Perida is one of the tops of his class, everyone is predicting him to be the Valedictorian. But, like the most commonly known thing is that he does not date, at all. Weird, especially for someone who looks like he does. What kind of spell did you put on him?”
“Oh, come on,” Lisa slapped Jess’ shoulder, “We’re all writers here, don’t you believe in true love?”
“Of course,” Jess rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that. I mean that, and I just heard this, so I don’t really know, but apparently, he took some girls out last year, but then he just suddenly stopped.”
Nina looked at Jess. She had not been aware of any girls that had gone out with Gastón. He hadn’t told her…
“There is nothing wrong with that of course,” Jess shook her head, “just interesting. He stopped and pretty much swore off dating, has been unattainable, until now. Maybe he just was waiting for the right one.”
“We’re invited to the wedding, right?” Lisa cut in.
“Little early for that.”
“Well, don’t try to tell us that you are keeping it casual, because it didn’t look like it.”
*
“Who were the girls you were talking to before your class?” Gastón asked Nina as they met up on a hallway after class. “I feel awful that you were pretty much forced to be part of my friend group, but I don’t know your friends’ names. One was Lisa, right.”
“Yes, Lisa was the first person to talk to me during orientation week. The other one was Jess.” Nina said, putting her hand on his shoulder, “She’s a bit of a character. Think of Jazmin, but less shipping craziness and more Sherlock Holmes, but I don’t really know her that well.”
“Sounds delightful.”
“She actually knows people from your faculty.”
“Okay.” Gastón turned to face her, concern in his eyes, “Are you okay? Just seem a little off.”
“Yeah, I am fine,” Nina looked up at him, “Just, uh, Jess doesn’t know you, and obviously she doesn’t know that I do as well as I actually do, so she told me some stuff, in order to help.”
“What stuff?”
“Apparently it seems kind of odd that you used to take girls out and then you suddenly stopped.” Nina looked down for a second, “just came out of the blue for me.”
“Oh,” Gastón was looking at her in surprise. Nina could see that he was thinking hard, “Wait… are you upset about that, that I did that? It was last year when I was a freshman. We were broken up and… Nina you had a boyfriend.”
“No, I am not upset exactly,” She really wasn’t… Nina knew that Gastón had had every right to show interest in other girls when they had been broken up…She knew that. But she sometimes couldn’t help feeling insecure. “I guess I just am wondering why you didn’t tell me?”
“Well, honestly, because it didn’t cross my mind to.” Nina saw Gastón’s eyes wander on the wall behind her —they had stopped on a narrow empty hallway— before focusing back on her eyes. The look in them was unmistakable. He wasn’t lying. “Yes, I went on some dates with a couple of girls last year, but the reason I didn’t think you’d want to know, was because those were nothing. Absolutely nothing happened.”
“Why?”
“Because I was still in love with you,” Gastón reached and grabbed Nina’s hands with his own, “I tried to move on, but it became pretty apparent really fast that it wasn’t going to be that easy… or well impossible. And I am not an idiot, I know that people like me, I never wanted that popularity at Blake and stuff. So, it wasn’t really fair to the girls that I kept giving false hope before I got my head straight… then you showed up here and made that impossible.” He ran his finger on her chin. “I don’t even remember their names. And they probably do not wanna see me again. I have you now, I wouldn’t spare any thought for someone else.”
“I’m sorry about freaking out about this on you,” Nina started talking, while relief started flooding into her, “I guess I just got scared that I was getting in the way of something for you.”
“Nina, you have been the only one for me since you wrote one word down on your account. I was just too stupid to realize it before it was too late.”
“You shouldn’t beat yourself up about that,” Nina ran her hand on his arm. She knew that he did get sometimes in over his head about that and overcorrecting and doing things properly was not uncommon with Gastón. “It’s in the past now… just like whoever I or you went out to last year. I love you too.”
Nina thought that they had done enough talking for now, and kissed Gastón. he responded immediately; Nina wasn’t sure if he had any kind of mechanism to be surprised by anything she did. He just smoothly wrapped his arms around her waist to get her closer. Nina allowed him to push her against the hallway wall.
“And, uhm, Eric never really was my boyfriend,” Nina said as they separated for a moment, “I mean, we were together… kind of and he thought he was, but I never called him that. We never did anythi…” Her voice started trailing off as she felt Gastón’s breath on her neck and her ear.
“Nina,” His lips were right at the right ear. That area was extremely sensitive for her. Thank goodness they were going away as the classes ended because kissing on the hallway was soon not going to be enough. “I really don’t want to talk about him.”
“Me neither.”
Gastón kissed her again, a little more possessively than before. Probably the mention of Eric got that out of him. Honestly, there was no way Nina could spare any more thought for him when Gastón was kissing her like this.
***
“This place is beautiful,” Nina said as Gastón closed the door to their room. “How did you find this place?”
“I just googled,” Gastón shrugged as he dropped their bags on the floor, “I could become a travel agent if the engineering thing doesn’t work out.”
“We both know that it is going to work out,” Nina ran her hand on Gastón’s arm. “Top of your class after all. Any company will be lucky to have you.”
“There are a lot of different companies in Buenos Aires. If I am lucky, I could be able to stay with one rest of my life.”
“You are only thinking of Buenos Airessian companies?” Nina asked as they sat down on the bed.
“Well, you do know that I want to go home, right?” Gastón asked her. They hadn’t really had a full conversation about their post graduate plans. “I don’t want to build a career out here in England, away from my family and friends. What are your thoughts on that?”
“It is kind of weird to think up until graduation, since it is so far away now,” Nina smiled hesitantly for a moment, “but I never planned on staying here either.”
“It is a good thing that were on the same page.”
“But you’ll graduate a year before,” Nina looked down for a moment.
“I can easily take a job here for a year. We’ll figure that out when we come to it.” Gastón raised her chin so she could meet his eyes, “I am not going to leave without you, made that mistake once already. I know I might have a bit of a romanticized view on university romances, given Mom and Dad, but that should not matter. I love you and I want to have my life with you.”
“Me too.”
Gastón pulled Nina closer by the waist and she climbed on his lap. Their lips found each other quickly.
Nina was about to pull Gastón’s shirt off when his phone suddenly started ringing.
“If that is Matteo, I am going to kill him through the screen,” Gastón groaned reaching for his phone.
It was not Matteo, but he was not that sure if it was better or worse for an interruption… It was his parents.
“It’s Mom and Dad,” He said looking at Nina, “I can just not answer.”
“Well, you should answer,” Nina nodded, “So they don’t start worrying.”
“You know what?” Gastón looked back at his phone. He had suddenly realized that their parents also were people who did not know about his and Nina’s reconciliation… they didn’t even know that she was there. “Should I just tell them, about us. Why keep it from anyone anymore? I know they will start noticing, especially Mom, that something is up, and they start thinking that I am hiding something or that something is wrong.”
“What do you think they’re going to say?” He could tell that Nina was trying to disguise the concern in her voice. Did she really think his parents were not going to approve of her? Gastón had not really made a number about their breakup to his mom and dad, just mentioned it and they had taken the hint that he really didn’t want to talk about it.
On the other hand, he had been noticing that Mom had been kind of subtly trying to ask about how his love life was going during the past year.
“I think they’ll be happy that I am happy,” Gastón said to Nina, “If they don’t like it, they won’t get an opinion on my life. I’ll better get this now.” Nina moved little bit away from him so she wouldn’t show up on the frame.
“Hey!” Gastón pressed the answer button and his parents appeared on the screen.
“Darling, hi! Were we interrupting something, or can you talk?”
“No, I wasn’t in the middle of anything…” Gastón gave Nina a small glance from the corner of his eye.
“Where are you?” His dad asked, “This doesn’t look like your dorm room.”
“Oh yeah, it is not,” Gastón glanced at the ornate headboard of the bed, “I am actually at Edenbridge.”
“What are you doing at Kent?”
“Just taking the weekend off,” Gastón tried to sound at nonchalant as possible. News would be best delivered casually, “We just decided to take a small weekend getaway.”
“We?” Isla questioned. Gastón had slipped that in there because he had been sure that Mom would have picked up on it. “Are you there with your friends?”
“Oh, no no no,” Gastón let out a small laugh, “James, Oliver and Jacob or Marlee and Ariana are not here—” he stopped for a moment, “—I haven’t told you yet, have I? I’m here with my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend? That’s great!” Gastón debated little bit if he kind of should feel insulted on Nina’s behalf about his parents being excited about, in their minds, him having someone new or not, but he could not really blame them, could he? They had many times told him that there should be more in university life than just studying, especially since he was doing so well already. “How did you meet her?”
“Yeah, so,” Gastón glanced at Nina again. He tried to think about the most organic way to reveal that it actually was Nina, “She was a roommate of my friends, a literature major. Then she decided to take a very unnecessary physics class and I kind of got roped into helping her. Uhm, she’s here, so why won’t you just meet her, because it is kind of weird to keep speaking about her while she’s literally right here.”
“Well, we would love to, if she’s okay with it.”
“Of course,” Gastón looked at Nina, “Ven aquí. Puedes conocer a mis padres.”
“Does she speak Spanish?”
“Yes, she in fact does,” Gastón wrapped his arm around Nina's shoulder, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on her arm as she slowly showed up at the frame.
“What is the meaning of this?” Mom’s and Dad’s faces were priceless. Gastón was debating of taking a screenshot on his phone.
“Well, I didn’t say I had a new girlfriend.”
***
“Hey! You’re back.” Nina was greeted as she dragged her bag back inside her dorm room on Sunday evening.
“Yes, I am.” Both Marlee and Ariana were in their room.
“So, how it went at Kent?” Ariana asked as Nina started emptying her bag.
“Well, it was very beautiful. There was this rose garden in the inn we stayed at. I took lot of pictures; I can show them to you. Gastón has a better camera here, I never took mine with me.”
“Sure, those gardens definitely were beautiful,” Marlee interrupted, “But that surely was not the best part of the whole trip, was it? Come on, we’re more than up to some girl talk.”
“Umm, what kind of details do you want me to talk about?” Nina felt herself blush again. Honestly, this was something that she hadn’t really done before. She and Luna talked about everything, but they never really had gone into any detail about physical intimacy with their partners, even when with Luna had been with Matteo for almost a year now. Luna had a very innocent heart when it came to discussing relationships.
“As far as you are willing to go, darling.” Ariana rolled over at her bed as someone suddenly knocked on the door. “I’ll get that.”
Nina didn’t look up as Ariana opened the door.
“There was no one there, but this was left on the door,” Ariana returned and sat on Nina’s bed, “I see someone else had great time too.”
She handed Nina a small red rose.
“This was on the door?” Nina questioned looking at it.
“Yes,” Ariana smirked, “I guess we learn something new every day about people you thought you knew.”
“Yeah,” Marlee laughed, “I didn’t think Gastón was this kind of romantic, but good for you.”
“Yeah, Red Roses are his thing,” Nina said while softly looking at the flower.
“How many has he had time to give you to it become a thing?” Ariana raised her eyebrow at Nina, “You seemed surprised. This has happened before?”
“No, no, thats not what I meant,” Nina quickly corrected, realizing that she had said too much, “I meant that it seems like something he would do.”
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Okay, so I realize that at the end it little looks like Nina is comparing her other friends to Luna... thats not my intention at all. Luna is, and always will be Nina's best friend, but obviously, Nina was not going to be alone at Oxford. She has friends there as well.
And honestly, I have a hard imagining Luna and Nina talking about some of this stuff because Luna is so innocent to me. She's a baby. Ariana and Marlee are older and "not from Disney" so to say, since I created them.
Anyways, what I am trying to say is that Luna in no way shape or form will be replaced, even if she is not there physically there right now.
Also if someone is wondering why Gastón and Nina are not telling the others about their history or why they hid it in the first place, the answer is drama and comical effect. Just be patient.
Additional note: This will in no way shape or form be an accurate representation of what it is like to study at Oxford. I don't study there and there is only so much research you can do. Plus if I'd try to keep things 100 % accurate, the story would suffer, and the story itself is not all about Oxford or their studies. That being said, if you are a student at Oxford and reading this… I am so sorry.
#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 Gastón 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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Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden: Chapter seven
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.
My heart, my body, my love. There isn't a part of me you didn't touch
“I don’t know, I honestly do not know anymore. Sometimes I can just feel it, when he looks at me, he feels the same. I can see it from his eyes… but then other times I am convinced that it’s not the case.” A tear rolled down from Nina’s eye as she was talking to Luna. “I can’t bear this anymore. I love him, and that hasn’t changed. It won’t change, no matter what I do.”
“Nina, I don’t like to see you like this.” Luna smiled at her sympathetically “What makes you think he doesn’t?”
“I told you, he pulled away.” Nina sighed, “I know him, he would have made a move by now. He hasn’t…”
“What if he’s just scared?”
“Scared?”
“What if he is just afraid to admit that he still likes you,” Luna shrugged, “That was the case with me and Matteo at least twice. Maybe you should make the first move?”
“You know I am not good at that,” Nina shook her head, “I hid behind a screen for a year because I was so afraid to put myself out there and get rejected, even when everything I ever wanted was right before my reach.”
“You won’t know if you don’t try,” Luna smirked, “And to me it is kind of hard to believe that Gastón has gone through all the trouble to help you with that physics, or whatever it is that you are doing, if there is nothing there anymore.”
“I don’t know,” Nina shook her head again. It was so hard to let herself hope, everything would just end up hurting twice as worse. “I don’t want to lose him… but I can’t keep going like this either…”
“Luna!” Someone was yelling for Luna behind the computer screen.
“Ambar’s calling me,” Luna turned around, “I’m sorry but I need to go. I miss you amiga.”
“I miss you too. Talk to you tomorrow?”
Nina fell down on her bed. Maybe Luna was right… and all of this was just in her head, and she should just take a risk…
Another tear rolled down her cheek. What was she supposed to do? Call him right now and plead her heart out to him, only to get rejected and ending up looking desperate. Would they just spend rest of their time at Oxford avoiding each other? She wouldn’t be able to bear that.
On the other hand, would she be able to bear to watch him live his life from the sidelines as his friend? Watching him fall in love and build that life, she had always wished to have with him, with someone else while knowing that she had thrown away her second shot when she had had it.
Did she even have a shot?
The thoughts started to swirl in her head with such a force, Nina had to close her eyes. She couldn’t keep thinking about this anymore.
Nina grabbed her phone and started scrolling on it pretty aimlessly, with no particular goal. She just needed some distraction.
She wasn’t sure how she had ended up there, but after little time had passed, she found herself browsing the audio files she had saved on her phone.
Why did she have so many unnamed files? Nina decided that as she had nothing better to do, she might as well start deleting them.
But what if some of them had something important? She honestly did not remember what those even were for…
There was only one way to find out. She picked one file at random and clicked on it.
“…The human voice isn’t the only way to communicate. But unlike gestures and signs, speech generates a lot more meaning when it comes to communicating ideas and feeling…”
Nina realized too late what this recording was… it was this.
“…The human voice has a perfect smile…”
She knew the she probably should have stopped listening to the recording but she just couldn’t bring herself to press pause.
“…A pair of eyes, so musical that…”
Nina closed her eyes and tears started streaming out of them again. It was too much, listening to the 16-year-old herself fawn over the same guy, those same musical eyes that still caused her heartache today when she was almost 20. If only she had known, she would have been wiser, done things differently, and avoided all the hardship.
…Delete, Delete, Delete.
She curled on the bed tighter. The clock was nearing midnight, she hadn’t even noticed that. Living in the dorms and sharing a room with two other people, no matter how well they got along, had made her value her privacy. But tonight, she really wished she wouldn’t need to sleep alone.
***
Gastón groaned and rolled over on his bed. He had not slept well… at all.
It wasn’t like him to just lie in bed for hours in the morning but now he couldn’t think of anything else to do. Not like he was in a hurry to go anywhere.
His talk with Matteo had not exactly helped anything, but at least he had been able to vent. Not that it had solved anything. Honestly, he didn’t see any way out of his situation… it was impossible to just turn your feelings off.
The most logical option was to just stay away from Nina, but he honestly couldn’t bring himself to even finish that thought. It would be extremely hard, because they saw each other all the time, and she would notice something was up.
The biggest reason obviously was that he didn’t want to. He wanted to see her every day, hear her talk and laugh, see her smile. In the back of his mind, he hoped he could wake up next to her rest of his life.
There also was the dynamic that he full on was forced to see her right now. He had promised to see her through the physics course and the exam was in three weeks. If he bailed on
Nina now, she would hate him, and to be fair that would mean that he would not need to worry about staying away from her, but he could never bring himself to do that. He would not be able to live with himself if he knew that Nina hated him.
There was no solution to this. They were meeting at the library at 9 pm, and he would just need to control himself.
Gastón rolled over his bed and again reached for his phone. When had things gotten so hard? Honestly, he had brought this all onto himself, by himself.
He noticed that he had instinctively opened the chat between him and Nina. He really needed to get rid of these habits.
He had expected to see the message where they had confirmed the time for today’s tutoring session but somehow, he had scrolled way further. What he was looking at were messages from 2016… or one message in particular.
Against all of his better judgment, he clicked on the video he had sent Nina in a ditch attempt to reach her before she left Buenos Aires. He had not had any actual hope of stopping her, and had been just desperate to let her know what he felt. He had been willing to wait for her until she came back. That felt like an eternity ago now.
“...Nina and Felicity, the girl of my dreams…”
He had had it all figured out when he had been 17. She still was the girl of his dreams no matter how much he had screwed things up.
Almost like the rest of the day had gone past in a trance because soon enough Gastón found himself walking back to the library when the clock chimed 9 pm. He felt himself to be visibly nervous.
He saw Nina from afar already. She was sitting in their usual spot that was mostly concealed from view by the bookcases. She was writing something on her computer. He could notget his eyes off her and tried to ignore as well as he could that she was only wearing a cardigan on top of a tank top.
“Hey, I’m sorry that I’m late,” he finally got himself together enough to actually approach the table.
“It’s fine,” Nina looked up at him smiling as he sat down. He instantly got lost in it.
“What did you say?”
Gastón had to shake himself back into the moment as he heard that Nina had been saying something.
“Just that I thought you’d like to know that I talked with Mom.”
“That’s great.” Gastón answered, “How did it go?”
“Pretty great,” Nina nodded, “It was a conversation we really needed to have, and I think things will get better from here.”
“That is really good to hear.” Gastón smiled back at her and noticed something from the corner of his eye. What Nina had on her computer screen didn't look like physics homework. It was Spanish prose, so could not be any of her literature assignments either,
“What is that?”
“Oh, it’s nothing…” Nina glanced at the screen visibly getting a bit nervous.
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Gastón raised his eyebrow at her, “You do know that I can tell pretty well when you are lying?”
“Okay,” Nina relented.
“I don’t honestly know what it is quite yet… but it is trying to be a novel… maybe.”
“A novel? Really?”
“Maybe, I don’t really know what I am doing,” Nina shook her head, “Honestly, this probably won’t be a good idea. I just kind of started it after I gave up on the Amigos el Patin since journalism wasn’t really for me.”
“What makes you think so?” Gastón questioned, “You’re an amazing writer. What is it about?”
“Well, about this girl, she does not have a name yet, whose parents get divorced, and the custody battle ends up being so bad that she ends up in the system,” Nina started explaining, “The divorce issue in the media is often used as comic relief and child’s trauma is not fleshed out or given enough focus. I want to change that.”
“That sounds really intriguing. And you have real-life experience with it,” Gastón nodded.
“My situation didn’t end up as bad at that, thankfully,” Nina huffed, “Not to say that it was great all the time like you know. I never tried to run away, but I sure did think about it. But enough about this, it is just my silly project. It’s probably gonna mount out to nothing.”
“I think you have beginnings of something great here,” Gastón countered, “You can make it happen if anybody.”
“You really think so?”
“Of course.” He made a huge mistake by looking at her straight in the eyes so she could see that he truly meant it. She was so close, it would be so easy to lean towards her… NO, he needed to stop thinking about that. “So, what problem did we leave it on yesterday?”
“Five,” Nina said while tapping on her computer to open the physics document. The she reached for her notebook which she had apparently left on her left, so she needed to reach across Gastón’s arms to get it.
That was the only thing he could focus on for a second, how her hand had almost brushed his again.
Seriously, he needed to stop this, they were just friends.
“You okay?” He realized he had been staring into nothingness until Nina’s voice shook him back into reality.
“Oh yeah, I am. Sorry, just zoned out for a moment.” He turned back towards her. “What were you saying?”
“About this, do I need the harmonic force’s formula for this or not?” Nina pointed towards the next problem.
“Okay, let me see,”
Gastón leaned closer to the computer, “Yes, you do need that. The weight is on a spring which will have its own wave sequence. You know, a certain amount of movement in a certain period of time, just like the heartbeat—”
As he quit talking about the heartbeat, he realized that his own heart was racing. He turned his head to his right and realized that Nina had leaned towards the screen as well and placed her hand over his in the process… he saw her slowly turn her head towards him as well. They were only millimeters away from each other.
Their eyes locked and eye contact got as intense as it had been the day before, if not more.
Gastón felt himself be completely frozen, any part of him refused to function…
“Kiss me.”
Nina’s voice filled the silence suddenly. At that moment his brain short-circuited, and his mind blacked out completely. He wasn’t even sure what was happening until his left-hand dove into her hair and placed it on the back of her neck. And he kissed her.
He kissed her.
It got intense really fast. Gastón felt Nina’s hands run along on his chest and he wrapped his right arm around her waist in an attempt to get her closer. It forced them to get up from the chairs.
Once they were forced to separate due to them running out of air, they just stared at each other. Gastón’s mind was running over 200 kilometers in an hour. Had that just happened?
“Sorr…” he stopped himself before he finished what he was about to say. He couldn’t brush this off as spur of a moment. Like Matteo had said, it was all or nothing. This was his only shot and there was no going back now. “Actually no. I am not sorry. I have wanted to do that for months. I—”
“Gastón…”
“Please let me talk,” Gastón interrupted Nina as she was about to open her mouth. “Look, I don’t know if this is coming completely from the left field for you, but for me, it is not. I— I can’t keep doing this anymore. I love you, you have been the only thing in my mind ever since I crashed into you on the first day and before that too. Leaving you was the worst decision I have ever made in my life, and I have regretted it ever since. Thoughts of you have kept me up at night countless times. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t want to keep pretending to be your friend when all I want is you, all of you. I know this might be way too much for you and I have no right to say any of this. If you want, I will stay away from your life as far as possible, you don’t need to see me again, but I just need you to know this. I love you, I always have, that is the only thing I know for certain. I don’t know how to stop.”
“Gastón,” Nina grabbed his arms and looked at him straight in the eyes, “It was me who asked you to kiss me in the first place.”
Gastón realized that he had not fully even registered that since he had acted on such an impulse.
“I came here, because I didn’t want to be afraid anymore. Afraid of taking risks for what I want. But I can’t stop being afraid if I’m not with you. I know that now.” Nina was looking at him straight in the eyes. Gastón could have sworn he saw stars on them. “I didn’t know what I wanted, because the missing part in all of my plans was you. I love you and I don’t know how to stop either.”
“I never should have left,” Gastón shook his head, “I never stopped loving you. I can’t bear it anymore without you.”
“It’s a good thing I am here then,” Nina continued. Gastón had moved his hand on her arm and her hands were resting on his chest. He really had to fight the urge to pull her back tightly against him, but he wanted to let her finish talking first. “Maybe, this was how it was always supposed to happen. You were the one who said that we’d find each other someday and the sea would always keep our names. Maybe it is just waiting for us to decide when it is time… and Maybe it is now.”
“There is no maybe about it.” He said before the small distance between them became too much and he closed the gap between their lips once more.
The kiss was much more intense than the last one. Both of his arms were around her waist this time, pulling her tightly against him as possible while her arms were around his neck. The tongues got involved very quickly as the pure desperation from both of them became very clear. Everything that had been charged between them, during the past months, weeks and days, was finally released.
Gastón ended up rotating them, as there were no walls in close proximity to press her against and lifted Nina onto the table, simultaneously pulling that stupid cardigan off of her.
Things would have probably escalated much further if they hadn’t suddenly heard a noise. The place they were was secluded, but still not completely hidden and getting caught in the position they currently were in was not something that you’d wish to happen to anybody. This wasn’t the Blake Library.
“We should get out of here.” Gastón helped Nina off the table, still keeping her as close as possible.
“That’s a good idea,” Nina smiled at him and for the first time he allowed himself to just look at her, without any kind of reservations. She was beautiful.
They walked out of the library as discreetly as they could, never letting go of each other's hands. As soon as they got to the lobby of their dorm wing, Gastón picked Nina up and twirled her in the air.
“I missed you, every day, every hour every minute,” He pulled her into a very tight hug.
“I missed you too,” Nina buried her face into his neck, “More that I could ever describe with words.”
“Luna and Matteo will have a field day,” Gastón laughed. “You are right about that,” Nina laughed with him.
“Stop that.” He brushed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her right ear.
“What?”
“If you smile like that I can’t stop kissing you,” Gastón smirked and kissed her again.
*
The clock was striking 11 pm when Gastón walked Nina to her dorm room door.
“Good night.” He pulled her into another hug. He really didn’t want to let her go… honestly ever. “Do you know how happy I am right now?”
“I can feel it.” Nina slid her arms around his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He placed his hand on her waist. “Good night.” He leaned down and kissed her.
It was supposed to be a light, sweet, and tender kiss of goodnight, but he maybe should have known better. As soon as she laced her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, he automatically deepened the kiss into an extremely passionate one and backed her against the door they had been standing in front of.
Honestly, after the library, he had tried not to have any expectations of anything. Gastón didn’t want to pressure Nina into anything. They had just started to figure things out a little over an hour ago after all. But as he was running his hands through her sides and the kiss growing more heated with every passing second, it was impossible to ignore how much he wanted her.
Soon enough he moved away from her mouth and moved his lips onto her neck.
“Gastón.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He pushed himself off of her and the door, only to Nina to open the door and suddenly and pull him inside.
“No, don’t stop.”
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Heyyyyyy! It finally happened didn't it? I mean I have been so scared to get to this chapter because I have been thinking about this since I started writing.
I am super scared that this will feel rushed to some readers, and they feel like there should have been more angs, but I bad at angst. And what kind of angst would there have been? We aint doing a love triangle with anybody, Gastina are way above of that. Plus my view on this is that only reason Gastón and Nina were able to stay separate was that there was a physical distance keeping them apart. Now there is absolutely nothing keeping them apart outside them themselves and they would just naturally end up back together because they just can't stay away from each other. Sometimes nature just works it out for you
Plus this story has never been the gastina gets back together at Oxford: Story, this is the Gastina Oxford: Story. There is more to the story after they are back happily in love. More adventures are to come.
#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 Gastón 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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Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden: Chapter six
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 were bigger than the whole sky. You were more than just a short time
“When talking about essential acceleration, we need to take the radius and use that to calculate velocity and friction that way.” Nina watched the pen in Gastón’s hand draw a smooth circle on the paper. “Now, you draw the axels on this, and the different force vectors.”
It was the first day of the Easter vacation at Oxford. All the students were given a week off while the trinity term had just started a week ago. The physics course she was taking had been odd since it ranged one and a half terms. The exam would be in three weeks… but she didn’t want to even think about it.
She was not looking forward to finishing the course at all. Not because she didn’t believe that she couldn’t pass it. She did actually feel quite confident now, after all of Gastón’s help… that was the issue. After the course was over, he would no longer be helping her. She’d no longer have any excuse to spend long winding evenings at the library alone with him.
Nina had pretty much come to the conclusion that physics were not her thing anymore, but still these past months had been the happiest she had felt in a while, by just being in his presence. It often felt like nothing had changed at all and things between them were much warmer than when she had first come to Oxford. He helped her with the physics course, and after a while, she had had the courage to ask him to go through a couple of her literature essays. Often the tutoring sessions stretched out because they just kept talking.
She knew that there was no way she could get over him now. Nina didn’t want to get over him. If she had had any doubt before, it was gone now. She loved him. His laugh, his smile, the way he had the most patience in the world while explaining stuff to her. He was a fantastic teacher. Everything she had always loved about him, she loved even more now.
But it was not up to her. If Gastón still felt the same, wouldn’t he already have made a move? He usually didn’t beat around the bush with what he wanted. Sometimes the hope in her did wake up, whenever she thought that he was looking at her a little bit longer than normal, but it could have been easily that she had just imagined it.
It didn’t matter if she knew what she felt. If he didn’t love her anymore, there was nothing she could do. She didn’t want to lose him either way. She couldn’t be that desperate ex who could not accept reality.
“Nina? Are you listening?” Nina shook her head to get her focus back. Gastón was holding the pen out for her. She grabbed it and it almost felt like, with the way he was handing the pen to her, that he was purposefully trying to avoid even slightly touching hands. Like she needed any clearer indication of what kind of place she held in his heart.
Not that there had been anyone else either. Gastón didn’t seem to go out at all, at least with any girls. Any time she had seen him come out of classes, he was with James and James only. In the mornings he always appeared out of their dorm with Oliver and Jacob, so he didn’t spend his nights anywhere else either. That just gave her more hope, no matter how foolish it might have been.
“Yeah, I’m listening.” She started drawing the arrow indicating the velocity on the paper. “So, after this, I just insert all the variables in here, and calculate the right one?”
“Yes.” Gastón smiled at her. “You’re really getting the hang of these.”
“Not without you.” Nina looked back on the paper, “How did you draw a perfect circle on this paper. You couldn’t draw those well before.”
“I know,” Gastón laughed, “but we’re supposed to decide our minors this year, and I was kind of thinking of architecture actually.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I really want to get into environmental construction once I graduate, and they really could complement each other.” Gastón directed his eyes towards the computer screen, “It is just an idea, I haven’t really mentioned it to anybody—”
Once again Nina felt that involuntary flutter in her heart. He was telling her something that no one else knew about?
“—Now as everyone is away for the holiday, I will have time to think. Not that we’ll get lonely.” Now she was sure he was side eyeing her. All of their friends were going home for the holidays, but she and Gastón weren’t obviously, since they would have a little longer of a journey, so dorms would basically be deserted, outside of two of them. “Did you understand this one, since I think we can probably pick it up from here tomorrow?”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Nina said shutting her laptop and trying to ignore the disappointment in her chest that this would be it for today. She opened her phone and saw a reminder from her calendar. She had completely lost the track of time…“Oh, noh.”
“What is it?” Gastón looked at her concerned.
“Nothing, just—” Nina shook her head, “—I completely forgot. We have this group project about history and literature. I am doing that with Lisa, you know the classmate I told you about, and we agreed to go to this one museum today to do some research. The problem is that it is pretty far away, and I had looked up a bus to get there but now I missed it and Lisa’s getting straight on a train back home after this… I’ll have to cancel.”
“Don’t do that,” Gastón stopped her before Nina was able to press Lisa’s contact to call her. “What museum was it?”
“We were supposed to meet there at 2 pm. There is no other way to get there. I won’t make it on time.” Nina showed the address to Gastón on her phone.
“That’s not true. I’ll drive you.” Gastón said and picked his backpack up from the chair he had set it in, “I know that place. You’ll make it just fine.”
“You’d do that?” Nina looked at him at in disbelief. Why was she even surprised? Of course, he had a car.
“Of course,” Gastón said nonchalantly like this was not a big deal at all. “Come on. You didn’t want to be late.”
Nina quickly grabbed her bag from where she had left it and started following Gastón down a hallway. They walked until they turned to another hallway that Nina had never been to—she would probably never learn all of the secrets Oxford had to offer. At the end of that hallway was a bigger and really heavy-looking door that Gastón pushed open.
The chilly April air flooded from the door as they walked to what seemed to be a parking garage of some sort. Nina just kept following him until they stopped in from of a sleek-looking red car. Gastón got a key from his pocket and pressed a button and the car’s lights flickered.
Nina didn’t know why she suddenly was feeling quite nervous about getting in a car with him. This wasn’t even the black Ferrari he had had in Buenos Aires, the back seat of which they had spent a fair amount of time making out on.
“You seem to have a habit of looking surprised about me and cars,” Gastón laughed, as he drove out of the parking garage, “I can’t be that bad of a driver.”
“No, it’s not that,” Nina shook her head, to get the images that had been floating in her mind out of her mind. “I just never came to think that you had a car here.”
“It is good to have it, for these kinds of situations, but I don’t get that much use from it.” Gastón said as he stopped at the stoplight. “Mom and Dad insisted like they do every time honestly. Especially, this didn’t need to be new. I am gonna return it once I move back after graduation anyway. There is just no saying NO to them on this kind of stuff.”
“Why not?” Nina asked. The changes in Gastón’s speaking demeanor had been pretty clear, something kind of bothered him about this.
“Well, you know how they are,” Gastón directed his eyes on the road, and he started speeding on the highway, “I know they only wanna help me, but they keep saying that it is an advance of my inheritance, which doesn’t even make sense. I am getting everything anyway… one of the reasons I would really love to have those siblings.”
“You’ve never talked about that before,” Nina asked while looking at him curiously. Obviously, she had known all along about this. Having been born and raised in Buenos Aires, it was impossible not to know who Isla and Marco Perida were, as they were prominent names in the business world, even if Nina had not connected the dots right away. But she realized Gastón himself had never really acknowledged to her that often that his parents were self-made millionaires, they weren’t any celebrities after all. His family was normal people, just like him, the wealth didn’t really show outside of the obvious things. This was the first time he really was talking about it.
“I mean, I guess it has hit me now, honestly… What on earth am I gonna do with it all?” Gastón sighed, “I don’t have any idea about investing or whatever or interest in it… This is the only reason why I wish just a little bit that they would have forced me to follow their career paths. I know this is stupid, but sometimes it feels a bit overwhelming.”
“It’s logical to feel that way. It is a huge responsibility. That's why Luna split her inheritance up with Ambar.” Nina looked at him sympathetically, “But you shouldn’t get bent about it now, you have time. No one wants to think about the time when their parents are gone. And you are not alone.”
“Because a lot of our friends are millionaires already, why not just join them?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Nina rolled her eyes at him, “You do know that Ambar went to Law School right?”
“Yes, I do. That will be a deathly match.” Gastón chuckled, “No criminal will be able to get anything past her.”
“She wants to specialize in inheritance or family law.” Nina continued, “She can help… 50 years down the line, or whenever this actually will be relevant. Right now, you can just be yourself and live your own life and not worry about the future.”
“Is Nina Simonetti telling me to not worry about what will happen?” Gastón said glancing at her amused. The look in his eyes made Nina’s heart flutter again. “What happened to the Murphy’s law?”
“Nothing happened… it is all still here, trust me.” Nina laughed, “But that doesn’t mean others need to. I know you can do it, so you should believe in yourself too.”
“I know this is one of the most superficial insecurities to have. I know I am extremely privileged.” Gastón shook his head, “My future is secured, and I am able to provide that for my children and my… wife.” His voice trailed off for a moment once he said the last words.
Nina felt her heart speed up. She could have sworn his eyes had flickered on her when he had said that. Could it be that he had envisioned that future with her? She definitely had…
“Anyways…” Gastón continued, “I am sorry about dumping this all on you… kind of just came out. It’s just, I can’t really talk about something like this with the guys… Jacob, Oliver or James don’t exactly know, I mean they must suspect something because I am here with no student loans or scholarship, but I rather not have them know specifics. I know I should have talked about this with Matteo, but it is not always easiest to do through the phone.”
“It’s okay,” Nina reassured him, “You can talk to me, we’re friends.”
“It has always been easy to talk to you, Nina.” Gastón wasn’t looking at her, since they had just hit traffic, “I— I really missed that, last year.”
“I missed that too.”
“Can you tell me the address again?” Gastón asked after a small silence.
“560 Queens Road.” Nina looked the address up from her phone. She had almost forgotten already that he was giving her a ride to meet up with Lisa.
“Okay,” Gastón said while turning right from a roundabout, “Don’t worry, we’ll still make it on time… You know, if you need a ride somewhere again, you can just ask me. This doesn’t need to be a one-time thing. Or if I can’t do it at the time, I can just give you the keys.”
“Oh, I can’t do that.” Nina was completely taken back by the suggestion.
“I mean I’ll need to show you the ropes, but I trust you enough to let you drive. You don’t need to worry about that.”
“No, you don’t understand.” Nina interrupted, “I can’t drive.”
“You don’t?” Gastón questioned, “I thought, you would have gotten the license before you moved.”
“I know, and I think maybe I should have gotten it,” Nina looked down, “But I guess I never made it happen, and I don’t know if Mom would have let me…”
“Is everything okay between you and Ana?” Gastón suddenly asked, “You barely ever mention her and when you do, you sound bit strange.”
Nina looked down again. Of course, he had noticed that.
“Well, it’s the same deal again,” she sighed.
“I thought you got on better now.”
“We did, yes,” Nina continued, “Mom is in some ways almost a completely different person from who she was three years ago, but in some ways, she’s still not.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I got the scholarship to come here quite suddenly, and I made the decision quite fast as well. Not that I regret it, it is not about that. I didn’t tell Mom about any of it until I had gotten in… and she didn’t like that, because after I declined the offer going in 2017, I guess she just thought I’d want to stay in Buenos Aires.” Nina sighed, she really didn’t like thinking about this, “Basically, after I told her that I was coming here… we had a fight. In the end, she had to accept that I was an adult and had made my decision and then we kind of just pretended that it never happened, but I haven’t talked with her in a while.”
“I am sorry to hear that.” Gastón glanced at her again.
“Her problem is that she thinks that she always knows the best and doesn’t admit when she is wrong. That has never changed, you saw it yourself. She and Dad never worked anything out. They are fine now, as Dad moved away.” Nina shook her head. “I know she technically wants what is best for me, but I need to grow and be independent someday. I thought she already understood that.”
“You’re the only thing she has. These kinds of big changes are not easy to our parents. Mine at least have each other.”
“I know that.” Nina looked out of the window, “Mom and dad have been fighting over me since I was 7. Mom just doesn’t understand that I am not going anywhere. I love her, she is my mother. It’s not going to change, no matter where I go with my life. I just hate this. I don’t like being in a fight with anyone, especially with her.”
“You said that you haven’t talked to her in a while,” Gastón turned to look at her as they stopped on another red stop light, “Maybe you should. Explain everything to her like you just did to me. It is clearly really bothering you, and it is not good to keep pondering on it.”
“Yeah, maybe you are right.” Nina looked straight ahead again. “But I don’t know…”
“Just remember that none of this is your fault…” Gastón started saying and suddenly chuckled, “I’m sorry, but I just have a hard time imagining someone being mad at you.”
“It is not that impossible,” Nina looked at him not amused, “Lot of people had been angry with me… You have.”
“Because I was an idiot.”
“You were not,” Nina started. Her intentions had not been for the conversation to end up in this direction… the Oxford application, in the end, was the pivotal reason why they were broken up in the first place… “You had every reason to be angry at me… I am a lawyer’s daughter and I basically committed identity fraud… You could have sued me.”
“Not likely,” Gastón shook his head, “You didn’t mean any harm and like I said, it is hard to stay mad at you.”
Nina saw Gastón keeping his eyes on the road, but he was smiling. Nina had no idea why he was speaking to her so tenderly. It was making her so confused… she hated how much it all filled her with so much hope. Was she really just being delusional?
“Do… Do you ever think what would have happened if I hadn’t done it?” She asked carefully, “Would be both still be in Buenos Aires…?”
“Honestly, I don’t know…” Gastón’s voice trailed off as he pulled up to a parking lot, “... and we’re here.”
“Already?” Nina tried to mask the disappointment in her voice.
“Yep, the museum is right here.” Gastón stopped the car and turned to look at her again, “You can get back alright by yourself?”
“Yes, I think so,” Nina nodded, “Thanks for this honestly. You didn’t need to do this and waste your time…”
“I didn’t waste anything,” Gastón shook his head, “And like I said, it was really nice to talk to you…” He did a sudden hand movement, and his arm struck the place the car key was inserted, and the key fell out. “Arg, really? This is the one thing I absolutely hate about this car. The key is extremely loose and falls out all the time. Where did it go?”
“It’s right here,” Nina noticed that the key had fallen on her feet. “I’ll get it.”
She reached for the legroom of the front seat and picked the key up. “Here—”
…As she went to place the key to Gastón’s outreached hand, she realized that he had leaned forward to see where the key was and that their faces were maybe only a couple of centimeters away from each other.
She somehow managed to put the key into his hand, by accidentally brushing her own against it. The contact sent sparks down her spine, almost like she had been suddenly struck by lightning. The friction burned her skin.
It suddenly became hard to breathe as she looked up and her eyes ended up meeting his.
The look in his eyes was intense. More intense than she had seen it in months. She hadn’t seen it like that since… His brown eyes looked like they were on fire.
The only thing she heard was her heart pounding as she waited for him to close the gap between their lips…
…but before she had the time to do it herself, she realized that he had pulled away.
Gastón had pulled away from her.
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Gastón hoped it didn’t look like he was hurrying to leave, as he watched Nina get out of the car. As soon as she had turned away and started walking into the museum, he backed away from the parking spot and down the road.
Soon enough he found a small convenience store with an empty parking lot. He shut off the car and buried his head in his hands after parking the car.
What was going on? What was he doing?
He had thought he could handle himself with her… but it was getting impossible. He was IN LOVE with her. It was impossible to ignore those strong feelings and how they made him absolutely mad.
He wanted to kiss her. Press her against the seat and make her feel everything he felt for her. Kiss her until she forgot her own name.
They had gotten too close. It had been a centimeter away from happening.
He took a couple of shaky breaths as he grabbled for his phone from his pocket and instinctively clicked on Matteo’s contact.
The surge of feelings was so overwhelming, he almost felt like crying. Not that there was any shame in that, but he didn’t cry often. Honestly, only Matteo had seen him like that, outside of his parents. The few times he had cried, since being a child, most of them had been about Nina. How did that girl ever manage to get such a chokehold on him? Äh, he knew precisely how.
“Hey!” Matteo’s voice rang from his phone and Gastón turned the camera on, turning the call into a video call. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Gastón shook his head.
“I can see that.” Matteo continued, his voice growing concerned. “What’s going on?”
“I… just…” Gastón was trying to find the right words to describe the situation.
“Let me guess, it starts with an N and ends with an ina?” Matteo started smirking.
“This is not a joke, Matteo.”
“Okay… Tell me, what happened now?” Matteo’s voice turned serious again, “Start from the beginning.”
“Okay, Nina had to get to this museum, and I offered to drive her,”
“Aha, you gave her a ride…” Matteo repeated, for some reason getting amused.
“Yes, I did. I have a car and the public transportation is a nightmare,” Gastón continued, “That’s not the point. So, I drove and we got talking… actually had a really good talk… and when I dropped her off, we … we got kind of close, accidentally, and I… I… It took everything I had not to kiss her.” He finally blurted it out.
“Well…” Matteo made a couple of faces, “So you didn't do it? But you wanted to?”
“Of course, I wanted to!”
“The fact that you are admitting it is so many steps to the right direction that I can’t even begin to tell you,” Matteo started smiling, “At this point, you should have just done it, finally ended this suffering for all of us, especially yourself.”
“Matteo, I couldn’t have done that,” Gastón shook his head, “I am not like you and Luna in your first skating competition.”
“Okay, okay, not my finest moment, I admit it,” Matteo raised his hands up in a sign of surrender, “But, this isn’t about that, or about me and Luna. This is about you and Nina.”
“She just wants to be friends with me.” Gastón ran his hand through his hair, “There is nothing I can do, but I can’t keep doing this.”
“You are certain that that is actually the case?” Matteo didn’t look that convinced. “Tell me something. Was she the one to pull away?”
“Uhm…” Gastón tried to rewind things in his head, “...No…I did.”
“So, you have no actual proof for that.” Matteo was smiling once again, “She doesn’t know what you want, so, of course, she wants just to be friends. You should know Nina better than anybody, hasn’t she always been afraid of rejection?”
Gastón just nodded. He did know Nina and that was exactly how she sometimes was. He had looked her in the eyes, and for a moment he had allowed himself to see the hope in her eyes.
“What if that's not the case?” he shook his head again, “We’re in a good place right now… I don’t want to lose her.”
“So, you just rather keep suffering while watching her from the distance?” Matteo raised his eyebrow at him, “Hermano, it is all or nothing right now. You want her, you are in love with her, it won’t go away.”
“It’s killing me,” Gastón admitted.
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I would not say that I am a writer who writes angst or slow burn very much, and honestly, I would not call this either of them, but I would love it if someone who has bee reading this just yelled "Come on!" when they didn't kiss. Patience my young padawans
#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 Gastón 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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Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden: Chapter five
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.
No proof, one touch. But you felt enough
“How is it already time for exams?” Marlee groaned and rolled over on her bed holding a laptop in the air. “We literally just got here!”
“You know the Michaelmas always goes quickly.” Ariana rolled her eyes at her from her desk where she was working on something on her tablet.
“You are the one to speak,” Marlee shot her back. Nina was sitting on her own bed reading a book that she had found in the library and observing the girls on the side. “You barely even have exams.”
“If by not having exams you mean that I don’t need to go sit in the auditorium for three hours to answer questions, then you’d be right,” Ariana continued, “But I have like ten different projects I need to complete, so you can call that an exam week. I still need to talk to Oliver about the collab assignment.”
“Why are you even working with Oliver? You two never agree on anything.”
“He is still our friend. Easier to work with.” Ariana just shrugged. During these past few months, Nina had been able to observe Gastón’s friend group —that she was part of now too— and the dynamic was very interesting. There was no inter-group dating or even interest in it, which was rare in co-ed friend groups. Marlee had told her that she and Jacob had grown up together and everyone had expected them to start dating when they hit the high school years, but then neither of them ended up being straight, and the rest was history. Ariana and Oliver bickered from time to time when it came to their different point of views, but there was never even a hint of a spark or something like that between them. Then there was herself and Gastón… Nina didn’t really know what that was …they were friends and no one else even knew that they had history,
“How did we end up being friends with a bunch of guys?” Marlee slammed her laptop shut.
“I don’t know,” Ariana rolled her eyes. “At least we're not outnumbered two to one anymore. Right?”
“What?” Nina saw from the corner of her eye that Ariana had turned her head towards her.
“How do you like our guys?”
“They are nice.” Nina tried to say nonchalantly. It was true, James, Oliver and Jacob were nice. Gastón on the other hand… well, there were a million different ways she could describe him.
“They are harmless, but idiots.” Marlee laughed. “No wonder they still don’t have girlfriends.”
“Uhm, about that,” what Marlee had said had reminded her of something Nina had been wondering about for a while but always forgot to ask. “When I met everyone, you said something about everyone not needing to be single… I honestly didn’t get that.”
“Oh, that’s just a joke we have with Gastón.” Ariana laughed. “He hates it.”
“But what did it mean?”
“It is only about how James, Oliver and Jacob try to fix him up with dates, but he is having none of it.”
“Why?” Nina blurted out without thinking.
“Why are you so curious?” Marlee asked her with a suspicious tone, “Are you interested in Gastón?”
“No,” Nina said quickly before her face could give anything away. “I was just asking because I want to get the full picture.”
“You sure?” Ariana joined in, “Because you two do seem to talk a lot. You get along super well, at least it looks like it.”
That was true, they did. They hang out in a group a lot, but Gastón always seemed to make an extra effort to speak to her. He was always asking if she needed help with something or knew where everything was. Nina often caught him up on everything that had happened in Buenos Aires during the past year and sometimes they even ended up gossiping about Luna and Matteo. Talking to him was so natural and she had missed him so much. More they talked and spent time together, more she just realized how much he meant to her… Almost like nothing had had ever happened and her feelings for him were as deep as ever.
Nina was afraid to read anything into it. They were friends and friends talked a lot… even if a small part of her kept hoping it was because he wanted to spend time with her.
“Well, he is better in English than me,” Nina tried to defend herself. “I hate using google translate so it is easier to ask him about some stuff.”
“We get it. He does have his appeal,” Marlee and Ariana didn’t appear to be listening, “He is smart, I’ll give him that. Very friendly and charming. Good looking even, if you are into that kind of thing.” Nina saw Marlee and Ariana exchange a couple of skeptical-looking looks.
“Why do I feel like there is a but coming?”
“None of us can say that we know everything about Gastón,” Ariana continued from Marlee. “It took a while for him to open up to anyone, and we all know that he has not told us everything about himself. I mean, it is pretty clear that he has a bit more money than he lets on… and there is nothing wrong with that of course. I guess what I am trying to say is that he is still quite protective of his private information. He came from Buenos Aires, like you, so maybe you understand this, and there is definitely things there that he still misses. It is not like coming from a small town to live in a big city as we have. His life is still in Buenos Aires in some ways and probably always will be.”
“What we are trying to say is that he is a good person, and would definitely treat a girl well,” Marlee started. “But we’re not sure how emotionally available he actually is.”
“What do you mean?” Nina seriously had no idea what they were talking about. She had known that Gastón had not opened up to his roommates right away, and it was totally understandable why Isla and Marco’s financial status was not something he was voluntarily telling people. But emotionally unavailable?
“This happened before we really knew him,” Ariana was looking like she was thinking hard, “So this definitely will not be the whole story. When he came here, he had a girlfriend, back in Buenos Aires. We to this day do not know her name, or what really happened, but a month or two into the semester he went back to visit and when he came back, he had broken up with her. No one knows why, not even James, so we can only guess. I have a hard time believing that she had been cheating on him or something because he was not angry, just extremely sad. He was really broken up about it.”
Nina hoped her face wasn’t giving anything away… it was extremely jarring hearing this side of the story… especially when it was about her, Ariana and Marlee just didn’t know it. Nina had not really thought how Gastón had been feeling about all of it, she had been so wrapped in her own grief and heartbreak. Maybe he had been as hurt as she had been… missed her as much, maybe still did. Those thoughts made her heart flutter, even if it was not likely at all.
“The thing is that we have no idea where his head with that is anymore.” Marlee nodded, “And we don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“But if you wanna go for it—” Ariana spun a pencil in her hand and her and Marlee shared a mischievous glance, “—by all means do. This is just something to be aware of. And honestly, he could use a girl, actually, someone like you Nina.”
“Oh noh, you misunderstood,” Nina started speaking.
“Sure.” Marlee was looking at her unconvinced, “You just casually were interested in all of this.”
“Yeah, I was curious.”
***
Gastón was going through an equation he had grafted about some energy losses. Even if it was the year 2019, he still preferred on doing most of the work by hand.
The Hillary term had just begun, but he only had three courses. Material physics, programming basics course and something like that. The programming had been a little bit more challenging, but nothing he would not be able to handle.
He opened his class schedule and looked it through. Maybe he should have taken some more classes. Studying was the only thing he had full control over right now. Everything else… was a mess.
Since when did trying to forget someone make you just fall in love with them more? That didn’t make any sense.
It had been months since he had learned that Nina was at Oxford, and now she had been fully integrated into their group. He had absolutely nothing against that, he couldn’t choose her friends for her. Plus, he could not think of better people to take care of her than Marlee and Ariana.
BUT BEING SO CLOSE TO HER WAS MAKING HIM CRAZY. They had agreed to be friends, but it was hard to ever really comprehend that. Matteo was right about how they never really had been friends.
He also could not bring himself to stay away for her either and always found at least one excuse to talk to her little bit longer. This was probably the least sense he had ever made in his life. He knew he could not have her, he didn’t deserve her and she didn’t want him either way. It didn’t matter that she was single. But at the same time, he could not get her out of his mind.
Honestly, he could not blame the guys for thinking that he and Nina could be a good match, even if they did not know everything. Matteo obviously told him off every time they talked.
Gastón honestly didn’t know what to do anymore. Was this some kind of cruel joke from the universe to punish him after a series of really bad decisions. He refused to start hoping that this was some kind of second chance that fate had given him. No way he was worthy of that.
But there was no escaping the truth either. Every time he talked to her, about anything, or even just looked her into her eyes, he just fell more in love with her.
He had been on the verge of breaking down multiple times already. The multiple paragraph messages he had written — and the promptly deleted after realizing that she might have noticed him typing. He had even considered writing by hand… but that would have been way too corny. His own actions had led him into losing her, and he had to carry the consequences.
He had even considered speaking to Luna, asking her help, but never ended up doing it. He and Luna were friends enough, she was Matteo’s girlfriend after all, and sometimes joined him on video calls. She also occasionally texted him, usually about something stupid Matteo had done so they could make fun of it, but Luna was always going to be on Nina’s side. Matteo had assured Gastón at some point that Luna did not hate him, but Gastón didn’t want to take the risk when it came to this. He was the person who had broken her best friend's heart and he really didn’t want to accidentally start causing a wedge between Luna and Matteo either.
He took his focus off his phone and look down the hallway. 3ßß? He was on the wrong floor? Really now? The day was starting out well.
3ßß was the floor where the girls’ room was, he realized. He had a brief internal battle about if he should pop in and say hi, but decided not to do it. He would just walk to the next staircase and change floors.
In front of the door was a group of couches around a table. He saw her from the far already. Nina was sitting on one of the armchairs and crouched over her computer and some papers. She looked concentrated, but not in a good way. It almost looked like she was struggling. She did not appear to notice him.
“Hey. What are you doing?” Gastón could not bring himself to just walk past her. Nina frantically looked up as he voiced his presence. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Oh no you didn’t,” Nina shook her head. “I was just doing some homework.”
Gastón walked over and sat on the couch facing her. From the corner of his eye he saw the papers and those seemed to have bunch of symbols written on them. “This doesn’t look like literature homework.”
“Oh it isn’t,” Nina sighed, “It is for University basic level physics.”
“You’re taking basic phys as one of your freelance courses?” Gastón questioned. “Nina, you’re a literature major. Why would you do that to yourself?”
“I just thought that, since I could fit it in my schedule, that I should take it for general education and common knowledge.” Nina looked back onto her computer, “But honestly, I don’t know anymore. This looks like gibberish to me. I was good at physics.”
“I know you were,” Gastón responded. His instinct was telling her to just quit the course if she was having hard time. He had done it on his first term at Oxford, and knew it was not going to get any easier. The problem was that he also knew how much she hated giving up. “Let me see it.”
He moved to the chair next to Nina and looked at the problem that was displayed on her computer screen.
“Okay, I think I see the problem.” He said after looking at her work, “You need to cross-reference the two formulas, not calculate them separately. Plus, this needs proof about the energy not disappearing. The work that is acquitted to that is always the friction, and that is always negative. It was said right there.” He pointed to the problem on the computer screen.
“Really?” Nina said while looking over the formula he had drawn on the paper. “I didn’t even notice that. I am so stupid.”
“How can you even say that?” Gastón said defensively, “I don’t think anyone who is studying at freaking Oxford can call themselves stupid. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“Well, I didn’t get in like that, did I?” Nina hung her head slightly, “I got in here through that scholarship, which pretty much was a guaranteed spot.”
“That was maybe so,” Gastón hated to see her doubt herself like this. She always had had trouble seeing her worth, when that was the only thing he could see. She was amazing. “But not just anyone gets the scholarship. Nina, Ambar didn’t get it.”
“Well, she had a lot of things going on…”
“I don't think Blake ever knew about the rink thing.” Gastón interrupted, “She didn’t get it because the board that determines these things didn’t deem her worthy of it, but they thought that you were. So don’t try to tell me that you are not one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. I have seen what you can do when you put your mind to it.”
He wasn’t sure if he was just imagining or was she blushing.
“And honestly, if I look at this,” He gestured to the problem, “Your issue does not seem that you are not comprehending this, you just don't fully understand it.”
“And those are different how?”
“This is in a different language… it can trip the best of us up. Took me a while to properly get hang of it too.”
“Thank you,” Nina said to Gastón after he had finished explaining. “I wish I was like you. I probably won’t pass this.”
“Well, do you want that I help you?” Gastón blurted out before he had fully thought it through. “I could go through the stuff with you on a regular basis, so you get a better handle on it.”
“Would you do that?” Nina looked at him in disbelief. Honestly, if only she knew that he would do anything for her. “This course ranges to the Trinity term. Over Easter and everything, a long time.”
“I know that,” Gastón assured her, “This is a mandatory course in the science and technology faculty. I did it a year ago. So, tomorrow morning? Meet you at the library, so we can continue this?”
“Yeah, sure, that works for me,” Nina smiled at him, and he had to avert his eyes before getting lost in that smile. “You don’t have to do this for me.”
“What if I want to?”
“What are you two talking about?” All a sudden, James, Oliver and Jacob appeared on the couches.
“What are you doing here?” Gastón countered their question.
“This is a free level.” Oliver shrugged as they sat down. “Answer the question.”
“Gastón just helped me with my electional physics course,” Nina explained.
“Why are you doing optional physics?” James looked horrified. “I wouldn’t be doing it if I wasn’t forced to.”
“I thought the credit would be a good addition to my roster,” Nina said a bit more shyly. “I know I am a literature major, but I loved doing science in high school.”
“What school did you go to?” Oliver asked, “I don’t think we know that.”
“It was called Blake South College.” Nina suddenly looked at her phone. “I need to go. My class starts.” She turned towards Gastón. “¿Entonces mañana? ¿En la biblioteca?”
“Sí. Te veo después. I’ll text you.” He tore his eyes off her, so it didn’t look like he was watching her walk away. As he turned back to the rest of the guys, he noticed that they all were staring at him. “What?”
“Blake South College,” Jacob said with a pensive voice. “Why does that sound so familiar… NO WAY! Wasn’t that fancy private school of yours called something similar, Gastón?”
“Uhmmm, that’s because…” Gastón felt his words getting stuck in his throat. He honestly was not sure what to say… the fact that no one knew that he and Nina actually knew each other was running pretty thin… but it had also gone far enough that there was no easy way out of it either. Things were going well between them, or as well as they could, as friends at least. He didn’t want to make it awkward again. “...it is the same school.”
“What? You two went to the same school?” Oliver had to lean back as he was laughing so hard.
“Looks like it,” Gastón responded, trying to sound nonchalant, “What's the big deal? She is younger than me. I didn’t even know all the people from my own grade.”
“When are you recognizing that she is made for you?” James punched him lightly on the shoulder.
“Not this again.” Gastón groaned.
“What excuse are you going to use this time?” Oliver joined James. “You both are conscientious and responsible to frustrating degrees sometimes. You both love books and nerdy stuff in general. Don’t you see yourself that you are whipped for her pretty much already?”
“You are just imagining.”
“I don’t think so.” Jacob shook his head. “I mean, just when we walked in here and saw you talking… just saying: I see sparks fly.”
“You listen way too much Taylor Swift, Cob.” Gastón rolled his eyes.
“Not apologizing. Swifty forever.”
“I am with Jacob.” James continued, “You are literally bending over backwards to tutor her in physics. Since when you have tutored anybody?”
“Then how did you pass the electromagnetic course?” Gastón snapped back.
“You only help me because we do most of the work together,” James was not relenting, “Nina’s a literature major, she doesn't need that course. You are willing to sacrifice your time helping her pass something she doesn’t even need to do. Come on, this is just an excuse to spend time with her.”
“I am helping her because it is not the physics that is the issue with her.” Gastón tried to explain himself, “She is really smart, but the different language on this kind of stuff can trip you up. I can explain it easier to her since we speak the same language.”
“So, it absolutely has nothing to do with practically being her knight in shining armor, saving her from the impending doom of failure?” Oliver joked.
“You know, there is a thing called being friendly.” Gastón shook his head, “James, we’re late. We need to get going.”
“I seriously don’t get what your deal is anymore,” James continued as they walked down a hallway. “Ask Nina out and be done with it.”
“You don’t know what you are talking about.” Gastón tried to continue being defensive. He actively tried to avoid flat-out lying… since he was terrible at it, but he also needed a way to get the guys off his back. “She is my friend like she is a friend to all of us.”
“So, what you are saying is you’d have no problem with it if I asked her out?”
“WHAT?” For a moment he was sure his blood was literally boiling and all he wanted to do was to punch James in the face for even suggesting such a thing.
���Just joking.” James started laughing, “But feel that jealousy, don’t you? You can basically see it. You have no filter sometimes. You keep telling yourself whatever you wanna tell yourself, but you aint fooling anyone else mate.”
“That was not funny.”
*
The next morning Gastón was walking towards the library at 7:45 am. They had agreed to meet up there at 8:05 am. He had intentionally taken the longer way to the library… He had always been a punctual person and almost always tried to be five minutes earlier than you were supposed to, but right now he was afraid that it would look too eager if he would be there waiting for her.
What the guys had said to him had really gotten to him. He was doing this so he could be closer to Nina. He truly wanted to help her, but they also were right. Things were getting harder everyday, and he was starting to be afraid that he wouldn’t trust himself to be alone with her at all.
Gastón hadn’t told Matteo about this, but he was sure he had heard if Nina had said anything to Luna. Matteo would have probably just told him the same things as James, Oliver and Jacob.
Gastón got stuck wondering why or why not Nina possibly would have mentioned this to Luna. Because she didn’t think anything of it and was just grateful for the help? For sure Luna would have not been interested in that. Or had she mentioned it because she did think it was something. Did he want her to think that? Ähh, he really should have talked to Matteo…
Stop it. Nina Simonetti was the only thing in his life that made him overthink and analyze everything. He needed to stop.
They were friends, and he had to accept it and get over himself. And that would be started by not just stalling time on a hallway.
Gastón and Nina had agreed to meet up at this one corner of the library where Gastón often worked. It had one roundtable and was relatively secluded, so there often were not a lot of people there.
He was just about to walk around the bookcases that covered the area when he heard talking behind the bookcase.
“I am so sleepy that I am sure I am gonna trip on my skates.”
“I am sure that won’t happen,” He heard Nina laugh. It was probably the most beautiful sound in the world.
“Have you met me?” It was clear that Nina was talking on a phone, so he didn’t want to interrupt. “But, I need to go now. Talk to you soon.”
Gastón listened long enough that he knew that call was discontinued and came out from behind the bookcase.
“Hey, you're here early.” He put his bag down on the chair next to the one where Nina was sitting and set the coffee he had brought with him on the table. “That was Luna right?”
“Yes, it was her.” Nina nodded.
“It is impossible to mistake that voice,” Gastón laughed, “but how is she awake right now? Matteo would have told me if she has become an early bird.”
“She has not,” Nina shook her head. “Her and Ramiro are with an agency now and they want an introduction video of them or something, that they can promote them with. They were going to go get some sunrise shots.”
“I think I remember Ramiro mentioning something about that.” Gastón still actively kept up with the group chat their group at Roller had.
“Luna’s really excited about it. She will finish her community college classes in about six months or so, so they can properly go full time after that.” Nina said while taking a sip of a thermos cup that she had with her.
“Don’t tell me you have become a coffee person.” Gastón questioned as he sat down.
“No, it's not coffee, just tea.”
“Lemon?”
“Yes, I don’t change that much.” Nina laughed. “But I see you have become a coffee person.” She pointed to the cup he had brought with him.
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say that,” Gastón cringed. “It is more of a necessity. I either go to the gym or do just work in the mornings, so you need to stay awake somehow. I don’t believe in all nighters, those do not work. But this is more of a latte, barely has any coffee in it. Black coffee is the last straw against the battle for workaholism, and I refuse to cross it…” He trailed off after realizing that he had started rambling. With Nina it was just so easy to talk about everything…
“What does that mean?” Nina had apparently picked up on what he had said.
“Nothing, just Mom and Dad constantly drink black coffee and I always thought it looked disgusting,” Gastón turned his cup absentmindedly when he talked, “I mean, you know how it is with them. They were always there for me, but not necessarily always really there. They definitely are workaholics.” He sighed, “I am not even sure if they‘re aware of it themselves. It has never affected them or their relationship at all, since they both are, and they work together so much. Match made in heaven honestly.”
“How are they?”
“They are doing well. Nothing out of the ordinary really. They are working a lot obviously, especially since they don’t need to worry about me anymore.” Gastón started explaining, “We do talk often. At least once a week.”
“Well, that is nice.” Nina smiled at him.
“How— how are yours?” Gastón asked in an attempt to distract himself from that smile.
“Dad’s still in Miami. He really loves his job there. I think he’ll probably stay there, maybe forever. Mom is still helping Luna and Ambar with the inheritance, at least from what I heard last we talked.”
Gastón was fairly certain that he had not just imagined her upper lip stiffening up just a bit when Nina mentioned Ana. She didn’t usually look like that when talking about her mother. Gastón really wanted to ask her what was bothering her, but wasn’t sure if that would be crossing a line… It wasn’t his business.
“Have you looked at the elective course roster more?” He asked, changing the subject. “There are a couple of really good photography courses.”
“Really? I haven’t really looked at them.” Nina raised her head, “Have you taken any?”
“I took the basics in an advanced photographic aesthetics course.” Gastón noted. “It was incredible. I mean I would not be a Perida if I didn’t take a photography class at college. Did I ever tell you that Mom and Dad actually met on a photographic course in the University of Cordoba? Dad helped Mom pass it…” As soon as he had said it, it was impossible to not draw comparisons to the situation he was in with Nina right now. Gastón shook his head quickly before he got lost in a daydream.
“I don’t think I have heard that before,” Nina responded. “Their story is beautiful… You're lucky. My family is probably cursed when it comes to love—” Gastón felt a sudden sting in his heart when Nina said that. Was that really how she felt…and was it because of him? Of course, it was. He was the one who had hurt her by his stupid actions. “—especially after everything that happened with Gary.”
“I still can’t believe that that actually happened.” Gastón shook his head before falling silent for a moment. “I don’t think you are cursed… I— I never meant to hurt you. I just—”
“You did what you thought was right.” Nina suddenly interrupted him. “It was not my place to stand in your way, or hold you back.”
You never held me back. I was stupid and foolish. Only thing holding me back is not being with you and the agony that that creates. Gastón was so taken aback by what she was saying that he ended up staring her right in the eyes, which was a big mistake. He could see the hurt clearly in her eyes, but almost like there was a glimpse of hope in them…
“Nina. What are we doing?”
“What?”
“What are we doing… with physics? I mean that's why we are here, this early,” Gastón snapped back into reality. “You were on the first exercise packet, right?”
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Additional note: This will in no way shape or form be an accurate representation of what it is like to study at Oxford. I don't study there and there is only so much research you can do. Plus if I'd try to keep things 100 % accurate, the story would suffer, and the story itself is not all about Oxford or their studies. That being said, if you are a student at Oxford and reading this… I am so sorry.
#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 Gastón 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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Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden: Chapter four
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.
I just wanna open up your eyes. And make you realize
Nina pushed the unorthodoxly heavy door of the stairwell open and stepped onto a hallway. It was pretty early, she had not been able to sleep so she decided to go exploring. The campus was huge and just the dorms were a huge maze. It was surprising that no one had made a phone app where you could have a map.
She looked around the hallway she had just entered. It was clearly part of the renovated area, even if she had no idea how far she was from her own room.
The hallway didn’t look like a dorm hallway. It looked like the doors led to some conference rooms or something. There were some photographs on the other wall. Under them was a plack that had some text on it.
Nina walked closer to it and started reading it. It was talking about some monument significant construction project that was done by former alumnies of the University. Four engineering majors from different fields had banded together and started their own company… Maybe that was what Gastón would be doing after he graduated—
Nina shook her head. Why was she still thinking about him? She had to stop… even if everything had gotten a hundred times more harder. The real reason why she had not been sleeping had been that she had been replaying the conversation they had had the other day in her head…
…thinking about the feeling of his lips on her skin, even if it had just been a small cheek kiss. Just a small polite gesture from their culture, nothing more. They had relegated themselves to this polite friendship and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it.
Nina had blurted that friendship thing out in a small internal panic, in order to delude the awkwardness that had been looming over them. She wasn’t sure what else she would have been supposed to say. She had no idea how much Marlee and Ariana, or any other of Gastón’s friends, knew about his ex-girlfriend or how they’d react to it being her.
The whole situation was so complicated… why was love this hard?
“Nina? What are you doing here?” She jumped from the sudden voice that came from behind her. “It is 7:15.”
Nina turned around and she was so rapidly looking for the voice that she dropped her bag.
“Over here. Did I scare you?” She finally turned enough around to see Gastón standing close to the end of the hallway. He walked forward to her and picked her bag off the ground.
“Little bit… I didn’t know there was anyone here.” Nina took her bag from him, “What are you doing here?”
“I go to the gym in the mornings. There is small one over here.” He gestured towards the door at the end of the hallway, “But they apparently removed the sign… Hmm, don’t know what that’s about.”
“You— go to the gym?” Nina realized too late that her words came out as a stumbling mess. She had been too focused on erasing the image from her mind. She really hoped he had not seen her face or the fact that her eyes automatically had focused on his arms, which unfortunately were covered by a long-sleeved shirt.
What was with her? She had seen him shirtless enough times not to get that flustered over that… and just thought of him working out made her feel things she hadn’t been feeling in months.
“Couple times in a week, depends really. Only cardio and lifting mostly to keep in shape since I don’t exactly skate anymore.” Nina was not sure if Gastón had noticed her staring, but had or not he still kept talking, “It helps to keep up a routine and helps me think. But you did not answer my question. I don’t think you were looking for the gym.”
“No, or course not,” Nina snapped back into the moment. “I didn’t really sleep well, so I decided to do little exploring and I think I got lost. I am not sure how I ended up here, exactly.” Her phone dinged and she pulled it out of her bag, “Sorry, one second… Marlee asks me to come to the study hall lambda… now I just need to find my way there…”
“I’ll show you.” Gastón said while looking at his own phone. “We have a group chat and Marlee told us all to go there. We’ll need to go through our room so I can drop my bag off.”
“Sure.” Nina nodded and followed him to the stairwell door and went through the door he was holding open for her.
“Speaking of skating,” Gastón started as they were descending the spiral staircase that pretty much felt never-ending. “I watched the River Live festival.”
“You did?”
“Yep, Matteo sent me the link to it. It looked incredible.” Nina was happy to notice that the awkwardness seemed to pretty much be gone. Maybe it was because Gastón was totally fine with being friends. “It was great to see you out there as well.”
“Well, Luna put me on a boot camp,” Nina responded, “It went alright I guess… but it wasn’t something that felt very natural to me. Not like you all.”
“Didn’t look like it. Everyone must have been so proud of you…” Gastón’s voice trailed off for a second, “Uhm… I talked with Matteo, and he told me that you and Eric are not together anymore.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” Nina nodded. She had not been expecting that Matteo would have kept that from Gastón after her presence at Oxford had been revealed.
“I am sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be.” Nina shook her head, “It was the right thing to do… it just wasn’t working. It was a whole mess honestly. He… didn’t really take it well. He tried to make me stay by telling me that he loved me.” She blurted out.
“Autch,” Gastón reacted. Nina could tell from his face that he disapproved.
“I have no idea what he is thinking right now and I don’t think I want to know,” She continued, “We haven’t spoken since and I honestly do not know what I would say to him. We we’re clearly not on the same page about the relationship… it was my fault. I never should have gotten him involved.”
“You did what you thought was right.” Nina felt his hand land on her shoulder briefly. It sent shivers down her spine, no matter how casual the touch was. “If he loved you, he would respect your decisions.”
“Yeah,” Nina sighed. Something about his voice was still so reassuring. It still managed to make her feel better about herself. “We don’t need to talk about this.”
“You’re right,” Gastón stopped in front of a door that had α5 written on it. He held it open for her and then followed her into the hallway. The hallway appeared to be normal dorm hallway. Nina followed Gastón as they turned at least ten different corners. “So what do you think about Professor Sauylar? I took one elective literature class last year and she taught it.”
“Well, I only have had couple lectures but everything she has talked about has been so intriguing…” Nina continued before remembering something, “I have been meaning to go to explore the library at some point. Ariana showed me around a little bit last week, but I wanna see the whole library, but I think I will probably get lost… Ariana said that she knew a person who could show me around better than she can. She meant you right?”
“Yes, I am sure she did.” Gastón laughed. “Jacob an Oliver prefer E-books, Marlee makes so many notes on the books that she often just buys if she needs something and James only comes with me occasionally. I can totally show you around there. It is amazing and you really can get lost there. I mean it is not the Blake library, but we’ll make due.” He kept joking.
Nina was not sure if he was doing this on purpose. She really hoped she was not blushing again, because just the mention of the Blake library brought to her mind all the moments they had shared there. Or there was just something wrong with her mind, but the small daring smile on his lips made her mind blank at least twice.
“I’ll just grab my bag real quick,” they stopped in front of a door that had the number 267. Nina realized that they were approximately two floors down from her room. It was official, the roomnumbers made no sense. She watched as Gastón opened the door and went inside.
Nina stood outside the door feeling a bit awkward. She walked tad bit forward and peeked in the room. The layout wise it looked almost identical to hers, except that it was mirrored, with two beds being on the left side. It also look quite tidy… which should have not surprised her since she knew Gastón… but she did not know Jacob or Oliver. Gastón seemed to look up for a moment and Nina quickly pretended that she had not been looking.
She did not know why she felt so nervous being so close to the place he slept at. She had been his girlfriend and intimate partner for a long time… maybe the past tense there was the answer. It felt unnatural to keep the distance like this or constantly think about what was she allowed to say to him and what not.
Or maybe the problem was that, she had been the first… and she had no idea how many or who had come after her. That was something she was sure that, even if she would have asked, Matteo wouldn’t have had the heart to tell her. Not that she was entitled to that knowledge, but just thinking about the possibility broke her heart. That was not technically fair at all since she had been with Eric after all, even if they had barely ever done anything.
Oh goodness sake! No one had even said that Gastón was single. She had only seen him couple of times at Oxford, and never with anyone else, but that did not mean there weren’t other times where he could have been seeing people. Who said he did not have a girlfriend whom he had met on his classes?
If you applied all the logic to the equation, it was more likely than not that Gastón was seeing someone. Who wouldn’t want him? Nina knew all the reason why someone would want to be with him.
“Okay, lets go.” Gastón closed the door. He was carrying a blue backbag that looked oddly familiar to Nina.
“Is that the same one you had at Blake?”
“Yeah, actually,” Gastón answered as they started walking again. “It still in one piece and those messenger bags are extremely unergonomic, so I took it to use again. Do you still have the green one?”
Nina a shot her gaze up as he mentioned the back bag, she had stolen from him when they had started dating. She didn’t think he would have remembered it. “Uhm… yes I do, at Buenos Aires that is. I didn’t take it here. I know I stole it and I did think about returning it, but I didn’t know how to do it.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Gastón just shook his head, “You can have it. There are worse things you have stolen from me.”
Nina was left wondering what on earth he meant by then when they rounded the corner, and they suddenly were at the study hall. The entrance they had taken was not the one she had used the other times she had been at the study hall.
“I found her at the top floor of the sigma wing.” Nina started walking after Gastón towards the opposite corner of the hall where she saw that Marlee and Ariana were talking with three guys. One of them was as tall as Gastón and had dark skin, other had red hair, the third one was pretty pale with brown extremely short hair. He also had an earring.
“What were you doing there?” Ariana asked as Nina came up to them. She very quickly noticed that the guys were looking at Gastón a little bit longer than you usually looked at someone when arriving and kept glancing at her. “There are reception dead-zones here, you can actually get really lost.”
“Well, I did kind of got lost.”
“Anyways, now that you are here,” Marlee started speaking addressing the other guys “most of you have not met each other yet. Guys, this is our new roommate Nina Simonetti. She comes all the way from Argentina.”
“She is a freshman, so be nice to her.” Ariana put her hand on Nina's shoulder. “These are the people we somehow tolerate in our everyday life. Oliver Carson,” She pointed to the red-haired guy, “someone who does not know how to draw a straight line. James Wilson and Marlee told me you already met Gastón… how do you say it again?”
“Perida, it is not that hard,” Gastón rolled his eyes, while avoiding eye contact with Nina.
“Sure.” Marlee responded, “James and Gastón are our brainiacs from the science and technology faculty. And then finally, that is Corncop.” Marlee pointed to the guy with the earring. Who made very not amused face.
“Don’t listen to Marlee. Jacob Tomas.” he spoke before shooting Marlee and playfully murderous glare. That was clearly some kind of joke between them.
“We’re the so called singles club at Oxford,” Ariana remarked, “Even if some of us wouldn’t need to be.” Nina was sure she was looking at Gastón while saying it. So Gastón was single? But what did “not needing to be” meant?
“Well nice to meet you Nina,” Oliver started to speak, “but I think we are all soon late to class. See you around.”
“We’ll be adding her to the chat and not listening objections,” Marlee said before the guys started to scatter.
***
“I am not exacarating,” Gastón said to Matteo who was on the other side of his phone screen. Gastón had slipped from the group after lunch because he needed to give Matteo a status update, plus to blow off some steam. “She just wants to be friends, and I am fine with it.”
“You sure look fine,” Matteo’s face told him that he was not buying it, and the truth was that he should not be buying it.
Obviously, Gastón was not fine with it, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that. But that was what Nina wanted, so he had to respect it. So, he needed to scarp more on it. Only this morning he had already slipped on the shoulder. He had managed to stop himself before he had moved his hand closer to the back of her neck and grabbed a piece of her hair like he often had done. It was not the easiest thing to fight against your natural instincts. How did she manage to be so cute when startled.
Only thing he wanted was to be close to her. The feelings, everything he felt for her had come rushing back so fast… maybe because they never had been gone in the first place.
“I am literally quoting: “This should not be awkward, we are friends.” Do I need to show you a recording for you to believe me?” Gastón shook his head, “What did you want me to say? Thats what she wants, and I am accepting it. We talked this morning, it was completely normal.”
“So you talked, did you?” Matteo still had that annoying smug smirk on his face.
“Yes, we did. You know that I work out on the mornings. I ran into her at the wing, which is pretty far, and she had gotten lost.”
“So she just happened to be lurking outside of your gym,” Matteo remarked skeptically. Gastón wanted to snark something back, but honestly he had kind of been wondering the same, but he was sure he had just imagined the change in her impression after mentioning working out. “These coincidences really just keep being coincidences.”
“She was lost. This place is a maze.” Gastón shook his head.
“So, what did you talk about?”
“Nothing special, a little bit about everything. You know, what she had been up to in Buenos Aires, like that Eric guy.” A sour taste appeared in his mouth with saying that name.
“So, she told you about that?” Matteo seemed to get excited. “You can’t make things up anymore. You did realize that she specifically told you that she is single?”
“She didn’t bring it up,” Gastón huffed, “I did. She deserves to know that you told me.” He leaned back against his bed’s headboard. Thinking about that Eric guy made his blood boil, “What kind of person tries to guilt-trip someone to bend to their own will by telling them they love them?”
“Oh, so she told you about that?” Matteo had an amused expression on his face, “Honestly, I never really like that Eric guy. I don’t think you would have either.”
“She doesn’t deserve to be treated that way.” Gastón said through his teeth. Nina deserved the world.
“See?” Matteo’s smile suddenly grew wider than the Cheshire cat, “How do you feel?”
“Like I wanna punch him.” Gastón stated.
“I didn’t mean that.” Matteo shook his head, “You are getting this riled up about the guy Nina dated disrespecting her, but you are still trying to tell me that you are fine being her friend.”
“Yes, of course I am.” If only Matteo wouldn’t be so good a reading him. “We have been friends before—”
“Hey, Gastón—” The door opened and Jacob, Oliver and James came in. Gastón signaled them that he was on the phone.
“When have you been friends?” Matteo continued, “If we look at the time line backwards here for a second… you started talking to her and the literally the next day you were complaining to me about how you were confused about two girls. You have always been crazy about her, and that’s why you started liking the freaking Felicity in the first place, because that was how she was expressing herself. I had the first row seat to this show, and I know you. You would have fallen for her anyway.”
“I have no other option.” Gastón sighed, “I can’t just hoist myself on her. She does not deserve it.”
“What if what she deserves… is you?”
“We’ve been over this…”
“I can see I am not getting through to you right now,” Matteo huffed, “especially with an audience.”
“You do know they can’t understand, right?” Gastón looked up on the other guys. “Talk to you later.”
“I can’t even start to comprehend what you possibly could have been talking about,” James remarked after Gastón hung up on Matteo
“All kinds of things,” Gastón noted dryly. “You know, there is things I don’t tell you.”
“We know that already,” Oliver leaned back on his bed, “So, from one topic to another, what do you think about Marlee and Ariana’s new roommate?”
“She seems nice.” Jacob nodded while typing away on his computer.
“Yeah, I agree,” James nodded and turned his gaze toward Gastón. “You?”
“Yeah, she seems alright.” Gastón tried to keep his face expressionless as possible.
“Just alright?” James kept asking, “So, you didn’t think she was cute?”
“Uh, why are you asking?” Gastón got caught completely off guard by that question.
“I don’t know, just looked like you were getting along quite well when you came to the hall,” James stated nonchalantly. “Marlee said you had already met… how did that happen?”
“I accidently ran into her and Marlee on the first day.” Gastón tried to sound as casual as possible, “Like I said, about today, she was lost. And you have no idea what we were talking about. It was nothing special. Do you know how exhausting it can be needing to use language not your own in everyday communication? Sometime speaking Spanish is just relaxing.”
“It is quite a coincidence that she is also from Buenos Aires, isn’t it?” Oliver had also turned his head towards Gastón.
“What are you getting at?”
“I don’t know, just saying,” Oliver shrugged his shoulders, “Ariana told me little more about her, because I was curious. She is a literature major, likes books and reading. Apparently writes. Seems pretty sensitive. Maybe little shy, but give it a month in Marlee and Ariana’s hands and she’ll need to start opening up. There even is no language barrier. Gastón, you should ask her out.”
Gastón hoped his face was not showing the pure panic and… everything else he was feeling. If they only knew… he half considered just blurting out the truth here and now… but no idea how they would react. It would make the things harder.
“Why an I the only one getting an intervention about needing to ask someone out,” he finally settled on saying. “As far as I know, you three are also single. Why aren’t you focusing on that?”
“Because we are not having an emotional block about all of this.” James crossed his arms. “Girlfriend would be nice, but you refuse the mere idea of it.”
“We are not psychologists, but you do realize what is holding you back, right?” Jacob had turned back from his computers.
“I honestly don’t anymore.”
“We know you loved her, your ex, but she’s in Buenos Aires, you are here. Unless you are planning on going on like this for four years and then trying to get her back after that, when it will be too late, might I add, there is no point to this. We’re saying this because we care about you.”
“This isn’t about that,” Gastón tried to answer.
“Then what is it about?” Oliver questioned again. “Your excuses don’t work anymore. You have good opportunity here, with Nina. You should at least try. Ask her out. What do you have to lose?”
“No entiendes...”
“You don’t have to marry her.” James continued. The word made Gastón freeze for a moment… it had crossed his mind more than once. It was always said that 18-year-olds shoudl not be thinking of marriage, but he had always seen a future like that with Nina. Well, untill... “You can tell her you’re not looking anything that serious, but mate, you need to put yourself out there again. When was the last time you went on a date? A year ago? You never know what might happen.”
“Plus getting laid would do you some good.”
“Thank you for that assessment, Jacob.” Gastón remarked sarcastically.
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Okay, so this chapter may seem like it ends bit abruptly. That is because I had to split it up, because it was getting too long. You also might have already noticed that I am not trying to dance around the NSFW subject as much as in my other fics. There will be no explicit or mature content but this is T-rated, everyone is a consenting adult and they are in college. We are not at Disney anymore.
Additional note: This will in no way shape or form be an accurate representation of what it is like to study at Oxford. I don't study there and there is only so much research you can do. Plus if I'd try to keep things 100 % accurate, the story would suffer, and the story itself is not all about Oxford or their studies. That being said, if you are a student at Oxford and reading this… I am so sorry.
#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 Gastón 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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Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden: Chapter three
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.
And I lost you, the one I was dancin' with
Nina squeezed the key for dear life when she stepped into the elevator. She really was here… at Oxford.
She had received all of the information via email weeks before and she had studied every detail as possible, but now she felt like she could crumble under the nerves at any second. All she had done this far was to call her mother after the plane had landed, and then talked to Luna through the whole journey from the airport to the campus. At the dorm front desk, she had shown them her new international student ID and she had received the key to her room.
From what she understood she was in one of the newest wings of the dorm building and they were renovating the older ones with time. The key she had been given was electrical and it really didn’t even look like a key if she was honest. Apparently, the rooms had a one-locked cabinet for all of its occupants for storing some valuables and keys worked for them as well, not that she had anything of value. She would be living on the fifth floor in room 180.
One thing, that she was not sure did it scare her or was it a relief, was that apparently her roommates, there were going to be two, were older students. All the older students living in the dorms already should be back, at least from what Nina had read about the moving days.
Nina got out of the elevator… well a lift. She was in England after all. She looked at the hallway. It was not that long and had maybe eight to ten doors. The room numbers clearly didn’t follow the hotel room logic where it number just meant: floor-room. The first room on her right was 189. With quick math, her room should probably be to the left.
Yes, there it was. It was two doors down from the left. Nina walked in front of it, took a deep breath and put the key into the lock and opened the door.
The room was empty, but clearly lived in. It wasn’t that small, at least 30 square meters or more. There were three beds in the room. One was against the middle of the left wall and two against both sides of the wall on the right. Next to the beds there were a nightstand and a closet, above a bookcase. Opposite of each bed there was a small desk.
The bed on the right, closest to the door was clearly the one that would be hers. The bookcase was empty, and so was the desk. On the bed, there was a dark-blue bedspread while the other two had colorful sheets. In the bookcase above the bed on the left had a bunch of books. From their spines, a lot of them seemed like biographies and history books and one of them seemed to be a feminist manifesto. The desk closest to the window had a bunch of drawing supplies arranged ins strict order..
Nina dragged her bag inside and sat on the bed. She only had two suitcases plus a back bag. During packing, she had discovered the unfortunate truth that there was only so much she was able to bring over. She brought all the necessities and clothes she could, but she needed to go shopping, especially when it started getting colder. Jazmin had offered to fly over to be her personal shopper, but Nina had declined. The easiest way to do this would probably be online shopping.
Nina stacked the books she had brought on the shelf while trying to leave room for more books that she could get from the library. However nervous she was about the classes that would be starting after the orientation week, even if she had already memorized her timetable completely, she was also really excited about everything…especially the library.
“Seriously, you need to let it go.” While Nina had been unpacking her stuff, she had left the door half open. She had almost finished unpacking her second suitcase when she started hearing footsteps and talking that were coming closer. “Why do you think I am talking about this?”
“Hold up a second. Did you leave the door open?” The voices had stopped in front of her door.
“No.”
Then the door opened, and Nina turned around to see two girls coming in. They were both taller than her. One had blonde hair that looked almost white, and she had freckles all over her face. She was bit shorter than the other one who had black hair that had been dyed pink on the tips.
“See, I didn’t leave the door open.” The white-haired girl pointed to Nina.
“Well, don’t get mad at me.” The black-haired one rolled her eyes at her. “Well, this was a good way to meet our new roommate. First thing she sees is us arguing. Anyways…” she turned her attention to Nina. “You are our new roommate, right?”
Nina just nodded and got on her feet from the floor. She should probably introduce herself, but she somehow found it hard to find the words now that two sets of stranger eyes were focusing on her. “Hola, soy—”
Wrong language… Good start Nina. She wanted to slap herself, buts she just shook her head and tried to rearrange the things in her brain as fast as possible. “—Sorry.” She finally started speaking English. “I’m Nina Simonetti, and yes, I am your new roommate.”
“So, you are Spanish?” The black haired one asked casually. She had a pretty distinct accent. Ireland maybe? Nina was not fully versed on different accents and dialects when it came to the English language. She had expected girls to look confused or laugh about her slip, but they did not react at all to her speaking some Spanish. Almost like they were used to it, well maybe they knew other international students.
“Argentinian, actually.”
“Well, that is even better.” The blonde haired slopped down on the middle bed. “So are you an exchange student?”
“No. I’m gonna be here until I have a master's degree.” Nina answered sitting down on her own bed. “If I survive that is.”
“Well, don’t worry.” The black-haired girl went to sit at her desk close to the window. “This place is not as scary as it sounds. You could almost call it boring. So… whats your major?”
“English language and literature.”
“Thats cool…” the black-haired one continued before she trailed off for a moment. “...what are we even doing? We haven’t introduced ourselves yet. I am Ariana and that right there is Marlee. I do graphic design and she does social studies.”
*
“Okay, here is the auditorium. We don’t have classes yet because since we’re not freshmen, that’s why Marlee went out for the day, but I have some things to do so I am gonna be at the library. Shoot me a message when you get off and we can go to lunch together.”
“Thanks Ariana,” Nina said as she and Ariana walked towards a door. A lot of people were already gathering around it. It had been so long since she had made any new friends and she had been afraid that it would be hard, once again. “Can you show me around the library later?”
“Sure,” Ariana shrugged, “I don’t spend that much time there, but I’ll show you what I can. I do know a person who knows the library much better. You’ll meet him later like all the rest of our friends. “Well, have fun!”
Nina eyed the crowd after Ariana had left her. Soon enough the doors the lecture hall were opened.
“Hi! This seat taken?” Nina had sat in the middle of the sixth row. She was just sending Luna couple of pictures of the lecture hall when she heard a voice from next to her.
“No.” Nina shook his head and a girl with light brown hair sat on the seat next to her.
“I’m Lisa, Lisa White.” She was offering her hand for a handshake. “I have always wanted to be a biographer, so this had to be the place to start.”
*
As the week went on, the nerves Nina had been feeling at the start already started to drift away. The classes had not yet started but even just the introductory lectures she had been attending during the orientation week had been extremely interesting.
Marlee and Ariana had taken her under their wing and Nina really liked them already. She didn’t need to be alone for a second if she didn’t want to be. Marlee and Ariana also apparently had a bigger group of friends that they wanted to introduce Nina to once the classes started. She had even gotten to know couple of her classmates like Lisa.
She missed Luna and everyone, but it really felt like Oxford was where she was meant to be.
There only was the one thing…
Nina knew that Gastón had no idea that she was there… unless Matteo had secretly told him, but she was sure he would have not betrayed her trust like that.
She was feeling extremely conflicted. Part of her wanted to call him right now, let him know that there no longer was an ocean between them… other part of her was being hesitant. There was no changing the fact that all she knew, he wanted nothing to do with her… she was not sure if she could be able to take that heart break again.
Plus, the words Eric had said to still echoed in her mind. That she was just running back to Gastón. It was not true, but it still made her feel extremely guilty.
***
“Okay gentleman, keep you eyes peeled for cute freshman girls.” Jacob declared as he, Gastón and Oliver exited their room. Jacob grabbed Gastón’s shoulders, “So are we looking for a blonde or are you more into darker hair colors?”
“What?” Gastón gave him a concerned look. “What is this?”
“New year, new chances.” Oliver continued. “Thats how this is going to work. We get you a girlfriend and then she can wingman girls for me and James, and for Jacob… whatever he is into at that time.”
“Why me?” Gastón rolled his eyes. He should have guessed that the guys would try to stage a new intervention as soon as they had an excuse.
“Because you are the one of us who actually has prospects.” Jacob shrugged, “You are the good-looking Hispanic Latino, who is also really smart and nice. We are just average boring Europeans in the eyes of all the girls.”
“How many times do I need to tell you that I am not on the market?”
“That’s the problem, you should be.” Oliver was working on something on his tablet, but still fully invested in the conversation. “The only reason you are single is because you keep sabotaging yourself.”
Gastón rolled his eyes. He had gone on maybe two or three dates last year, and those had ended up being nothing short of a disaster… because of him. All that had done, was to prove him that no other girl could ever fill the hole in his heart. He had sworn off dating after that, because he did not want to give anyone any false hope.
“Hey guys!” Ariana appeared in their side and Gastón breathed a sigh of relief when the topic changed.
“Where’s Marlee?” Jacob asked he opened the door to the staircase.
“She went to escort out roommate to her first lecture. Plus her first class is not even in this building.” Ariana explained. “You are not still doing that?” She turned her attention to Oliver’s tablet.
“I was just tweaking it.” Oliver answered her back. “It needed more color.”
“Whatever, looks like a mess anyway.” Ariana shook her head, “I assume you did not notice the email that said that lecture hall has changed. It is now 296U.”
“What?”
“Knew it.” Ariana rolled her eyes. “So, we are going here.” She grabbed Oliver by the shoulders and started steering him towards the left corridor.
“I am actually going this way.” Gastón said and pointed to the corridor on the right. “I need to go check something in the study hall. My class is close to it anyway.”
“Have fun!” Jacob said as he kept walking straight ahead. “See ya.”
Gastón shook his head as he walked alone through the hallway. There was nothing he actually needed to do at the study hall but taking that route to his class spared him off the rest of the walk with Jacob and more talk about finding him a girlfriend. It was already enough that Matteo kept calling him an idiot every time they talked. Matteo did have a good reason for calling him an idiot, but it was starting to get annoying.
Yes, he had been an idiot. But there was nothing he could do anymore. Nina had moved on, probably being very happy at Buenos Aires. She must have found an amazing literature program at some University at Buenos Aires and was having the time of her life. Only thing he hoped for her was that she would keep writing and maybe someday he hoped he could read that again.
Stop it. He wanted to slap himself. He was supposed to stop thinking about her. Even if he was not going to give into Oliver and Jacob’s matchmaking schemes, it didn’t mean he should keep going on like this. Who would have known that if you fall in love madly once, it was super hard to ever let it go, and he had tried.
Maybe he should try harder…
His train of thought was cut by him slamming into someone. Great… He had been so in his thoughts he had forgotten completely to look ahead.
The girl he had crashed into had dropped the books she had been carrying so he crouched to help to pick them up.
“Por favor perdoname. Esto fue completamente mi culpa. I wasn’t looking in front of me,” Really? Like this was not going to get any worse. He had started to speak Spanish, something he tried to avoid doing when speaking to girls, especially ones he did not know. It always got him branded as the hot latino and that was something he wanted to avoid by all cost.
“No te preocupes por eso. Está bien. Happens to me all the time.” He was just and just about to register that the response also came in Spanish.
Gastón blood ran cold and he got on his feet at the instant as he heard her voice. It could not be…
…he looked up and found himself staring straight into those green eyes that still haunted his dreams.
Crazy. He had gone crazy. He was very clearly hallucinating right now. She could not be here.
He was not sure how long he had been standing frozen until he got something out of his mouth. “Nina?”
“Oh my, are you okay?” Gastón got snapped back into reality by Marlee’s voice. Wait a minute, what was Marlee doing here? He shook his head and looked straight ahead again. She really was standing there, Nina really was there, standing in front of him.
“You clumsy oaf!” Gastón realized that Marlee was standing next to Nina, hand on her shoulder. Her words seemed to be directed towards him. Nina looked as confused as he was, but Marlee didn’t seem to notice it. “Way to make a first impression.”
“What?”
“It is not even that early in the morning, why do you look like you been hit on the head with a wooden block?” Marlee continued. “Fine, I guess I need to do everything around here.” he she turned towards Nina. “You remember how we said that we had other friends? This is one of those idiots. That is Gastón, with a last name that I can’t pronounce, and he apparently also needs glasses. Gastón, this is our new roommate, Nina… Simonetti was it?”
Gastón did not know how he was supposed to explain that they did not need introductions at all. He had never told his friends that much private information about his life In Buenos Aires. He had never told then his girlfriend’s name, so of course Marlee and Ariana would have had no idea who she actually was. It did not look like that Nina was eager to start explaining the situation either.
“She is also from Buenos Aires, so you two should get along splendidly.”
“Sure. That sounds good…” Gastón started speaking. “Súper gusto en conocerte. Soy Gastón Perida.” He switched languages over, so Marlee could not hear. “What are you doing here?”
“I— I didn’t think it would happen this way.” Nina responded.
“What did you think was going to happen?”
“Okay. I gather that you two introduced yourselves to each other… but what do I know, I do not speak Spanish.” Marlee laughed, “Now that there is two of you, rest of us are probably forced to take some lessons.”
“I have been telling you that for a year…” Gastón still did not know what to say. He was still wrapping his head around all of this. “I need to get to class… uhm, I see you later.” And he just walked away. Honestly, he did not know wat else to do.
He actually had class. The lecture hall was still quite empty when he got to it, since there was still 20 minutes until the lecture was starting, when you took the academic quarter into account. He must have walked faster than he had thought. He sat down on his usual seat in the eight row, and ran his hand through his hair.
What was happening? If Marlee had not appeared on the scene, he would still believe that he had been hallucinating. Nina was here… at Oxford… and she was the roommate of Marlee and Ariana…
Why had no one told him? There was no way Matteo had not known, Nina surely had told Luna… Why was she even here? She hadn’t wanted to leave Buenos Aires… that was the reason he had made the worst decision of his life on a whim.
“I know, I know, I am late but I was talking with Jacob…” Gastón heard a vague voice come to next to him. “...you okay?” James snapped his fingers in front of his face to get his attention.
“Yeah, totally.” He turned his head towards James. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to explain… You know, the girl I left in Buenos Aries and the one I am still in love with is here. Just a casual conversation starter. But he and James were not that close, and James did not know everything.
Telling the truth about Nina, especially without her knowledge and consent, when it looked like she was going to be in the same circle was not right. Marlee and Ariana clearly had taken her under their wing and it was not his place to make things awkward or break the six of them up because of this.
He needed Matteo… Matteo was the only one who knew what was going on.
Gastón took his phone out and wrote Matteo a message.
Gastón: I need to talk to you, it is important. I am calling you in 75 minutes and you better pick up.
“Seriously! What is up with you?” A slight slap on his shoulder made him sit up and become aware that he still was in class and James was eyeing him suspiciously. “You are just staring blankly ahead, clearly not paying attention and you have ignored me every time I have asked you something.”
“What? I did not hear you.” Gastón shook his head and tried to snap back into the moment.
“My point.”
“I did not sleep well. I’m sorry.” He came up with an excuse.
“Then where is the coffee?” James questioned, “Don’t tell me you started a decaf diet.”
Gastón was about to snark something back when his he felt his phone vibrate and he grabbed it with a lightning speed.
Matteo: Well, good morning to you too. Should I be concerned? Well, good for you, I have an early production meeting with the label, so you did not wake me up. What can be so important?
Gastón: I think you know… don’t you?
Matteo: What are you talking about?
Gastón: Just answer my call after my lecture
***
Nina sank onto her bed after she got back to the room. Marlee and Ariana still had classes, they were going to meet her for lunch, so the room was empty.
She stared at the ceiling while taking some deep breaths. If only her heart would stop pounding so she could hear herself think.
This was not how she thought it would have happened. Not that she had any plan in place… but, she would have wanted to have herself somewhat together before she came face to face with Gastón again.
Was life really what happened when you were busy making other plans? Typical. She was never going to be allowed to have control of her own life, was she?
Instead of taking her time, with her head straight, and everything that she wanted to say thought through… not bumping into him like some idiot because she had been too busy looking at the ceiling and the walls, even the more modern areas at Oxford were extremely beautiful. But, what else had she been expecting… they always had a habit of bumping into each other… smile automatically formed on her lips when she thought about it.
She had been even more shocked when Marlee had started scolding him like he was her younger brother. They knew each other… pretty well it seemed. Nina had had no idea, she had never heard of Marlee Wynne or Ariana Williams before. She knew that Gastón’s roommates were called Jacob and Oliver and she vaguely remembered him mentioning the name James, but nothing about any girls.
Only thing she knew right now, was the overwhelming surge of emotions… and she had no idea what he was thinking. Nina reached for her bag and started searching through it for her phone.
“Hi, Nina! What is up?” Luna picked up the video call at once. Nina for a second didn’t understand what Luna was talking as she mispronounced couple of the English words, “What did you think? Matteo has been teaching me English because he thought I’d fare better in that than Italian. I think I am doing better.”
“It was really good, Luna,” Nina laughed.
“So, tell me everything about your first day.”
“Well, there is lot to tell, but I don’t know how to start.”
“Is everything okay?” Luna’s face grew more concerned. Nina was sure she was able to tell it from her face.
“Yes, it is… but uhm,” Nina tried hard to find the right words. “I ran into Gastón.”
“You did?” Luna’s voice was surprised but also excited. “Just like that?”
“Yeah, I was just walking in one of the study halls and we just bumped into each other. I didn’t even know that he lived in this building.”
“What a coincidence!”
“Well, it was not a coincidence, exactly,” Nina thought what the best way was to explain this, “but it also was.”
“Nina, I am not understanding right now.” Luna’s face grew more confused. “How can it be a coincidence and at the same time not?”
“You remember the girls that are my roommates, Ariana and Marlee?”
“Oh yeah, they sound cool.” Luna responded.
“Well, that’s the thing.” Nina started. “They are Gastón’s friends.”
“What? Really?”
“Yes, I, I didn’t know that. They probably were not friends yet when we were… you know, still talking.”
“World always has mysterious ways of working.” Luna laughed, “But tell me, what happened with Gastón.”
“Nothing,” Nina ran her hand on her face, “He… didn’t exactly look happy to see me. He barely said anything and then practically ran away. He said he had class. This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
“How was it supposed to happen?”
“I don’t know.” Nina lamented. “Marlee and Ariana are nice and seems like they want to be friends with me. They don’t know the truth. I don’t know what to do.”
“You two should probably talk.” Luna suggested, “If I have learned one thing about me and Matteo is that, you should always try.”
***
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” Gastón had thrown himself onto his bed as soon as he had gotten to his room, which thankfully had been empty. Not that Oliver or Jacob would have been able to eavesdrop, since they did not understand Spanish, but his overwrought tone of voice would probably give something away.
“Hi to you too. I am doing well, thanks for asking.” Matteo thankfully answered as soon as he called him.
“I am not in the mood for jokes.”
“Okay.” Matteo’s face turned a bit more concerned. “Whats wrong? It has been a while since I have seen you this distressed.”
“Don’t try to tell you didn’t know. I am sure you did. I thought I had gone crazy, Matteo.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nina!”
Sudden recognition spread onto Matteo’s face. Gastón was right, he had known.
“Is it some kind of new thing there that you don’t tell me anything that is happening, just like when you almost killed yourself?”
“Okay, look.” Matteo started, “It is true, I did know, but she asked us to not to tell anyone. Try to look it from my side, what would have you done?”
Gastón hated to admit that Matteo was right. He would never compromise someone's trust like that.
“But lets backpedal for a second,” a sudden smirk suddenly started growing on Matteo’s face. “You mean to tell me that you two met already? That was fast.”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly intentional.”
“What do you mean?” Matteo questioned, “Did you just crash into each other?” He joked.
“Pretty much so.”
“Really?” Matteo’s smile grew wider, “You two really are some kind of soulmates… what really are the odds?”
“The same odds that she is the roommate of my friends.”
“This just keeps getting better.” Matteo started laughing, “Marlee and Ariana, right?”
“Yes, them.”
“We’ll this is a super good thing.”
“It is?” Gastón questioned. Just the thought of her being so close, but still out of reach, was torturous. “She didn’t even tell me that she was coming here. Who says she even wants anything to do with me?”
“You are madly in love with her, don’t even try to deny it, we both know that's the truth. You don’t need an excuse to see her, she is in the same circles as you. Now act.”
“Matteo, it won’t work like that.” Gastón sighed resigned.
“I should not be telling you this, but it is for a good cause, so I’m doing it anyway. Nina is not with Eric anymore. She broke up with him right before their graduation. She’s a free woman.”
“That does not mean she wants to be with me again. I am sure she did not move away to another country only for that.”
“Obviously not, but that does not mean that she doesn’t still love you. I think she does.” Matteo kept pushing, “Look, you know nothing happens without a reason. You have been given a second chance, you just need to take it.”
“I can’t. I left her by saying that we can’t make it work when there is an ocean between us.”
“Which was stupid,” Matteo remarked.
“I know, I know.” Gastón shook his head. “But I can’t just say that I want her back now when she is physically here. How do you think that will sound?”
“That you love her, messed up, and want to redeem yourself?”
“It sounds like I’d only want to sleep with her!”
“You mean you don’t?” Matteo raised an eyebrow at him.
“You know what I mean,” Gastón huffed at Matteo’s suggestion.
“Then what are you planning on doing?” Matteo kept challenging him. It was clearly on purpose. They knew each other two well.
“Getting over her.” Gastón stated simply.
“Okay… uhm that is quite a goal.” Matteo was trying to hold in his laughter and Gastón rolled his eyes.
“I am being serious.”
“No, you’re not. How many times have you tried to do that?” Matteo pretended to count with his hands, “You have not succeeded once. You can’t do that—”
Matteo got interrupted by the door. Gastón looked up and saw Oliver enter the room.
“I would honestly appreciate some support.” Gastón continued, not paying Oliver any mind.
“I will of course support you, but how well do you think you will actually succeed when she is actually there, when you could not do it when she was still across the Atlantic.”
“I’ll find a way.”
“Honestly, the only thing I want to see is for you to be happy.” Matteo finally sighed. “And I think it is with her… uup, I need to get going… think about what I said okay. I have experience with stupid decisions ruining my life. You have a chance to make things right, don’t ruin it. I want to give a speech at your wedding.”
“What were you talking about?” Oliver asked Gastón from his desk, where he had a complicated setup of screens and drawing pads.
“Nothing important,” Gastón lied swiftly. He was not sure how he would even begin to explain any of what had happened to the others.
“Kind of sounded like you were arguing.”
“Since when do you understand Spanish?”
“I don’t, but the language does not hide your tone of voice.”
“Matteo is an Italian, it is impossible not to get in an argument with him.” Gastón just shrugged. “You should see him and his girlfriend… anyways, I need to go to the library.” He got off the bed, grabbed his laptop and walked out of the door.
That had not been an excuse, he actually needed to go to the library. No matter what kind of emotional hurricane he was in, he still needed to do his work.
“Gastón!” As he was walking forward on a hallway, he heard someone call his name. Who was he kidding, it was not someone, he could recognize that voice in his sleep.
He stopped and turned around to see Nina making her way towards him. He still needed to blink, because it still hadn’t fully sunk in the she really was here, in front of him.
“Hi.” She caught up with him. Outside she had not changed much, her hair was a bit longer, but that was it. She still had that shy smile and her eyes were the same. She was so beautiful…
“Hi,” Gastón responded back, not sure what else he was supposed to say. Oh, there were a million things he wanted to say, but could not.
“We should talk.” Her voice was the same too, except that there was an underlying confidence in it, even if she clearly also was nervous… and he found that extremely attractive… like he always had.
“Yeah, we probably should,” He shook those thoughts quickly out of his head.
“Do you know a place where we can do that?”
There was this underlying awkwardness looming between them that Gastón absolutely hated. Neither of them really knew what to say or do next.
“Sure, there are a couple of couches around that corner,” he said and started walking forward in the hallway and Nina followed him.
“We don’t need to worry about being overheard.” He explained as he sat down on one of the couches, Nina sat on an armchair opposite of it “I have yet to meet a Spanish speaker, which is a bit odd, but we can talk in peace wherever we want.”
“Well, that is good.”
Silence loomed over them for couple of minutes.
“So uhm… what are you doing here?” Gastón finally broke it by asking the question that had haunted him the whole day. Matteo had given his own answers to it, but he wanted to hear it from Nina.
“Well, I study here.” Nina answered simply, “I am majoring in English language and literature, right now I am going to go all the way to masters so aiming for at least five years. You are still doing energy science engineering?”
“Yes.” Gastón nodded, “I definitely found my field… So, how are you?”
“I guess, well as you can be,” Nina responded, “I had some hard time figuring out what I wanted to do after Blake, but I think I finally managed to figure it out.”
“I am sorry…” Gastón started “...I am just so surprised to see you. No one told me anything.”
“I know.” Nina looked down. “Don’t be mad at Matteo, please. I asked him not to tell you, be mad at me.”
“I get that. Little heads up would have been nice, though.”
“I didn’t mean it to happen like that either. I guess we just can’t look ahead of ourselves,” Nina smiled shortly.
“So, I have to ask—” the question had been burning on his tongue ever since this conversation had started, “—last time you said that you couldn’t come to England because you could not leave your life… but, here you are. I guess I am just having a hard time understanding it.”
“Well yes, of course, you would.” Nina looked down again. Gastón could tell that she was thinking hard about what to say next, you could tell that from her small frown and the fact that she kept fiddling with her hair. Had she been nervous to face him again? “Honestly, it is a long story. You see, I got a scholarship, it was called: Educación Internacional Para Jóvenes Prometedores Del Mañana, I don’t know if you have heard of it.”
“I have.” Gastón responded, “That’s a huge honor.”
“I know,” Nina continued, “it was too good of a chance to not take advantage of it. This was what I always wanted when I really sat down and thought about it.” She suddenly looked up at him straight into eyes. “I know what I said then, and I don’t know… I did think so then I guess… and I am sorry…”
“Oh, no no no,” Gastón interrupted, “You don’t owe me any apology or even an explanation… I should have not even asked.”
The silence loomed over them for the second time.
“So… you know Marlee and Ariana?” Nina broke the silence this time.
“Yes, I do.” Gastón nodded. “It kind of started from me, Oliver and Jacob. Marlee is his childhood friend. Ariana studies that same stuff as Oliver and then I met James. We’re quite close now, the six of us. I still talk to Matteo almost daily and Simon and Pedro sometimes join him too, but it is nice to have friends here.”
“Well, that sounds great.” Nina smiled, “I totally understand that, and if you want me to—”
“I am not going to tell you to do anything,” Gastón caught up quickly where Nina was heading, “You are free to be friends with anyone you like. I would never dictate that. Marlee also seemed quite protective of you, and that is going to be hard to shake.”
“But they don’t know?”
“Yeah, they don’t know anything about our history, and I am honestly not sure how to approach the subject.” Gastón shook his head.
“I understand what you mean.” Nina responded. “It would make things awkward, more than they already are.”
“Yeah”
“But this doesn’t need to be awkward,” Nina suddenly said.
“I absolutely agree,” Gastón was not fully sure where she was going with this, but he figured that the best course was to agree.
“We’re friends.” she continued, “We were before and are now. No reason to make this that complicated, right?”
“Yeah, totally.” Gastón was sure that some part of him inside died from those words, but what else had he been expecting? Hadn’t he just said an hour ago to Matteo that he’d get over her?
“You were going somewhere, weren’t you? Before I stopped you.” Nina suddenly asked and shook Gastón from his thoughts.
“Yeah, I was. I need to get some work done.” He started getting up from the couch.
“Then I should let you get to it then,” Nina also got up from her chair.
“Yep,” Gastón said while looking at his watch, “And Nina… it is good to see you... really.”
“It is good to see you too.”
“And if you need anything, you can ask me. I know this place pretty well already, and we will probably be seeing more of each other. Marlee and Ariana are great people, you are in good hands.” Then Gastón did something that he knew he would come to regret and kissed her on her cheek before heading to the direction of the library.
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Well, they finally met again! It was about time. Now the story will really get going.
Again about the language thing: I try to establish as best as I can, but you can just assume that when Gastón or Nina are talking to Luna or Matteo, or to each other they automatically are speaking Spanish, and when they are speaking to the other at Oxford it is automatically English. There also can be some moments where Gastón and Nina speak each other English, but those are only going to be times when the others are also supposed to understand what they are saying to each other. Also, I googled this and apparently, Nina's eyes are green.
Another thing I really try to do with this fic still tries to keep it connected to the larger SL verse. Luna and Matteo will be relevant to this story and even if Gastón has other close friends now, Matteo will still be his main confidant, just like Luna is Nina's. We are not gonna for get that SL and BA exist
Additional note: This will in no way shape or form be an accurate representation of what it is like to study at Oxford. I don't study there and there is only so much research you can do. Plus if I'd try to keep things 100 % accurate, the story would suffer, and the story itself is not all about Oxford or their studies. That being said, if you are a student at Oxford and reading this… I am so sorry.
#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 Gastón 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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