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Puerto Viejo | Enzo Vogrincic

road trip con tu mejor amigo

friends to lovers

*si hay algún error por favor déjame saber!

Llevabas días sin ver a tu mejor amigo. Los cielos grises de Uruguay te impulsaron a tomar una decisión repentina: escapar a un país tropical. Sin previo aviso, decides llamar a Enzo, tu mejor amigo, quien aparentemente se encontraba en Madrid. “Che, ¿cuándo piensas bajar por acá?” le preguntas. Enzo, con un tono preocupado y algo asustado, responde: “Mirá, capaz que en una semanita ando por ahí. ¿Está todo bien? ¿Cómo venís vos?” Tú, intentando mantener la calma, le respondes: “Tranqui, todo está bien... estaba pensando en organizar algo para cuando llegues, tal vez hacer un pequeño viaje a Costa Rica o algo así, si tienes tiempo, claro." Después de un prolongado silencio, Enzo, profundamente pensativo, te responde: “La posta es que tengo la agenda a full, pero obvio que me muero de ganas de verte... mirá, mejor te mando la guita y vos comprás los boletos para una semanita, ¿dale?” Tú aceptas con entusiasmo, preguntándole: "Enzo, pero ¿cuándo caés exactamente?" Enzo, aún pensativo, te dice: "Me parece que caigo el próximo viernes, así que sería mejor que compres el mío directo a San José y allá nos vemos, ¿te va?" Aceptas la propuesta, aunque con cierta confusión, y le preguntas: “¿Y no vas a sacar ida y vuelta a Montevideo?” Y él, con toda la seguridad del mundo, te responde: "Nada, comprá solo el pasaje a San José, yo me encargo de arreglar las cosas en Montevideo." Con un simple "Dale", aunque todavía con un poco de cabeza en el aire, das por terminada la charla.

Después de dos semanas, te encontrabas en el aeropuerto de San José esperando la llegada de Enzo. Mirabas tu celular con cierta ansiedad, dado que no lo habías visto en varios meses. Enzo, ahora una estrella del cine, estaba sumamente ocupado y rara vez encontraba tiempo para reunirse contigo. Así que, mientras esperabas en una esquina de la salida del aeropuerto, sentías una sensación inusual hacia tu mejor amigo, como mariposas revoloteando en tu estómago. La última vez que habías sentido algo así fue cuando eras adolescente y tenías un flechazo con un amigo de Enzo, pero nunca antes con él. Por lo tanto, realmente no sabías cómo iban a desarrollarse las cosas durante este mini viaje con tu mejor amigo en Costa Rica.

De repente, sale Enzo de la salida y te saluda efusivamente, "¡(Y/N)! ¿Cómo estás? ¡Te extrañé un montón, pero mirá qué grandota estás!", te dice mientras te abraza fuerte y te planta un beso en la mejilla. Tú, con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja y un leve sonrojo, le respondes a tu mejor amigo, "¡Ay, loco, pero vos sí que estás grande ahora! ¿Qué te ha pasado? ¡Y ya no estás flaco, ahora estás gordito!", bromeas. Enzo te mira con una sonrisa sarcástica y pregunta, "¿En serio estoy gordo o me estás chamuyando?" Tú, rápidamente, lo tranquilizas, "¡Estás re lindo, mejor?!" Enzo asiente satisfecho, "¡Mejor, mejor!"

Entonces, una sensación de nostalgia y déjà vu te invade mientras lo observas. Después de un momento, le dices con entusiasmo, "Bueno, vamos por el auto." Enzo, sorprendido, exclama, "¿No me digas que rentaste un auto?" Tú lo miras con complicidad y le respondés, "¿Te olvidaste quién soy? ¡Claro que renté un auto!" Ambos se encaminan hacia el auto y, Enzo, quien entre risas comenta, "Ah, ya entendí, yo manejaré, ¿cierto?" Tú le guiñas un ojo y respondés con seguridad, “Obvio”.

Al subirse al auto, Enzo enciende el Google Maps y se ponen en camino hacia Puerto Viejo, en la zona caribeña. Tú, con tus lentes de sol y lista para la playa, decides poner "Ojitos Lindos" de Bad Bunny y Bomba Estéreo. Aunque Enzo no sea un gran fanático del reguetón, lo cual te duele en el alma, como buena amiga, te importa un bledo y pones lo que te da la gana. Sin embargo, sabes que Enzo, en su interior, está en modo playero y listo para el jolgorio.

Lo observas y notas cómo su cabello ondea con el viento, luciendo absolutamente encantador en su desorden. Luego, tus ojos se deslizan hacia los brazos de Enzo en el volante, notando cómo sus venas resaltan y lo suaves que se ven sus brazos. Te dan ganas de tocarlos y besarlo, pero en lo más profundo de tu ser sabes que para Enzo, tú eres simplemente su mejor amiga.

Con la música a todo volumen, le gritas a Enzo, "¡Che, tengo que ir al baño! Para en una estación de servicio". Sin embargo, Enzo te responde, "¡Loca, habíamos planeado ir directo al Airbnb, no tengo tiempo". Tú le replicas, "¡Boludo, de verdad necesito ir al baño!" Enzo te mira riendo y te dice, "Bueno, tres minutos y nos vamos". Tú lo miras con incredulidad y le respondes, "Ay, dejate de joder y esperame tranquilo, ¿entendiste?" Enzo, con una sonrisa encantadora, te dice, "Entendido".

Al llegar a la estación de servicio, sales corriendo de manera cómica hacia el baño y Enzo, riéndose, te dice, "¡Corre, corre, que te come el coco!" Terminas en el baño y regresas al auto, sacándole el dedo medio a Enzo, quien te devuelve el gesto con una sonrisa.

Esta vez, después de tanto rogar, Enzo te pide que pongas Enanitos Verdes, pero como buena amiga desobediente, decides poner "Chulo" de Bad Gyal, Tokischa y Young Miko, y comienzas a cantar la letra a todo pulmón para deleite de Enzo: "La cadena le brilló en lo oscuro|Huele a Baccarat, fumándose un puro|Tiene cara que en la cama te da duro|Yo sé, papi, que tú eres muy chulo". Ambos se unen para cantar el coro, gritando "¡Chulo! ¡Chulo!" a todo pulmón mientras recorren la costa del Caribe hacia Limón.

Finalmente llegan al Airbnb, que está literalmente en medio de la nada, en la jungla, con un estilo hippie donde los extranjeros parecen pasarse el día fumando hierba. Enzo te mira con seriedad, mientras tú te ríes como una loca y le dices: "Tranquilo, esto es solo por una semanita, como dijiste". Enzo te mira, luego dirige el volante hacia la entrada del Airbnb, que resulta ser una cabaña de bambú, y te dice sarcásticamente: "¡Boluda! ¿Se te olvidó mi relación peculiar con los mosquitos?" Tú lo miras sorprendida y admites: "¡Loco, olvidé comprar repelente!" Enzo, con calma y madurez, responde: "Vi un mercado en el camino, nos detenemos ahí más tarde y compramos algo". Tú, como una niña emocionada, le dices: "¡Dale!"

Al entrar al Airbnb, emocionada abres la puerta de la cabaña, siendo tú quien tiene la llave. Pero, al abrir, lo primero que hacés es tirarte a la cama como un sapo. Sin embargo, después te das cuenta de algo: solamente hay una cama. Y le decís a Enzo: “¡Ay loco! Vas a tener que dormir en el piso, yo te presto una almohada”. Pero Enzo te mira con una sonrisa pícara y te dice, en tono coqueto: “Pero, yo quería dormir con vos”. Después de un largo silencio, te ponés colorada como un tomate y parece que Enzo se da cuenta, cambiando rápidamente de tema diciendo: “Eh… vamos al mercado, que ya veo que no hay nada en la cocina”. Te levantás rápidamente de la cama como un resorte y le decís: “¡Vamo’!”

Cuando te disponías a subir al auto, Enzo te hace una señal de que no, y te dice: "(Y/N), es caminando, ¿no te diste cuenta?". Tú le respondes: "Ni idea, no vi nada". Enzo te mira seriamente y te dice: "Loca, está a menos de cinco minutos". Tú, con apuro, comienzas a caminar rápidamente y le dices: "¡Vamos, vamos!"

Ambos caminan juntos por el exuberante estilo de la jungla, el verdor y la vida salvaje los rodean mientras se dirigen al mercado. El silencio de la naturaleza los envuelve, solo interrumpido por el suave susurro de las hojas movidas por la brisa y el canto de las aves. Tú observas a Enzo con admiración, maravillándote de cómo se sumerge en la belleza natural con su cámara vintage. Él captura imágenes de todo lo que encuentra a su paso: las intrincadas formas de las plantas, los adorables osos perezosos columpiándose en las ramas, los coloridos pájaros que revolotean entre los árboles. Mientras tanto, tú lo observas con cariño, pensando en lo hermoso que es Enzo y en cómo parece fundirse con el entorno.

De repente, Enzo gira hacia ti, con el lente de su cámara apuntando en tu dirección. Instintivamente, volteas rápidamente como si estuvieras fascinada por una pequeña flor amarilla que apareció de la nada, tratando de disimular tu sorpresa. Enzo, con una sonrisa traviesa, te toma una foto, luego otra. Cuando finalmente volteas hacia él, lo encuentras un poco nervioso, como si temiera haber sido descubierto.

Finalmente, llegan al mercado de estilo hippie, pero de repente, te tropieza con una columna debido a una piedra que no viste. Rápidamente, Enzo te sujeta firmemente de la cintura, preocupado, te pregunta con tono suave: "¿Estás bien?" Nerviosa por la manera en que te agarró, respondes en voz baja: "Sí, gracias".

Una vez dentro del supermercado, lo primero que hacen es comprar el repelente, algunos jugos, vinos, frutas, papas fritas y algunas chucherías para no morirse de hambre. Después de pagar, se dirigen de regreso al Airbnb, que ya está oscuro. Enzo enciende la fogata mientras tú preparas los vasos de vino. En un momento tranquilo, Enzo te agradece por haberlo invitado, diciendo: "Gracias por invitarme, (Y/N), realmente necesitaba estar contigo en un lugar así". Tú, ya bastante nerviosa por las mariposas revoloteando en tu estómago, le dices: "Te extrañaba mucho". Enzo, con una sonrisa tierna, te abre los brazos para que lo abraces y te dice: "Ven acá, chiquita". Toda roja y casi a punto de llorar, corres hacia él para abrazarlo.

Mientras se abrazan, puedes sentir cómo Enzo se relaja ante ti, soltando un suspiro tembloroso y suave, al igual que tú. Estar cerca de él te hace darte cuenta de cómo se apoya en tu cuello y respira suavemente, dándote un beso cálido en el cuello. Tú lo miras a los ojos y, sin poder resistirte, lo besas en los labios. Él corresponde al beso y, después de un largo suspiro, te dice: "No sabes cuánto quería estar finalmente contigo así. Te quiero mucho, te re quiero". Tú le respondes: “Ay, Enzo, ¿por qué me hacés sentir así?” Enzo te dice: "Porque siento lo mismo".

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xcherryerim · 2 months

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Si tú me quisieras

(If you loved me)

Mike schmidt x Gn!reader | wc: 2.2k

“Si tú me quisieras, el amor que quisieras lo tendrías conmigo. No soy cursilera, pero si me quisieras, sería todo distinto” — Si tú me quisieras by Nia Vanie & Adrian Bello

notes: it seems like I love writing sappy stuff for Mike at 1-4 am. I didn’t really revise this so sorry if there is many mistakes or repeated words ✨ Also the lyrics in this story is the same as the one from the intro (and yes. Mike knows spanish here)

Summary: As time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult for Mike not to hide the secrets that are troubling him. He has had enough and decides to reveal his feelings to you, his best friend.

You caught sight of Mike wearing the same shade of sage green shirt you were wearing. With a deep breath, you called out to him, "No, no! Change, please. That's too much of a coincidence!”

Mike sighed heavily, slamming the car door shut behind him. His eyes narrowed, frustration etched onto his face. "Can you give me a break? This is the only clean shirt I have left!"

Reluctantly, you let out a frustrated groan. It wasn't about the shirt or the coincidences; it was about how deeply it affected you every time he wore that particular color. But you knew pushing him further wouldn't solve anything. So instead, you relented, "Fine, fine."

Why does it matter anyway?" he asked, increasing the volume of the radio in an attempt to cover up his unease.

Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel as you tried to explain your concern. "Because people are going to think we're a couple,"

Mike couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had been hoping that today would be the day when you finally noticed him in the way he wanted you to. But here he was.

“But like, we aren’t so it doesn't matter, does it?”

“I guess.” You shrugged.

You started to suggest what movie to watch at the end of the day. A little tradition you guys did after running errands together, but Mike was staring at the street, drowning in his thoughts. Did you hate the idea of dating him that much?

“No hay nada que pueda hacer que me veas, y eso me duele tanto. Y aunque tú no me quieras como yo te quiero yo te seguiré amando.” / “There's nothing I can do to make you look at me, and that breaks me. Even if you don’t love me like I love you, I'll still adore you.”

"Isn't this the song that you like, Mike?" you asked, a small smile forming on your lips.

Mike's response was quiet and subdued. "Uh, yeah."

He didn't like the song, not really. He related to it, to every verse, word, and beat. It was a reflection of his feelings, a mirror to his unspoken thoughts and emotions. The lyrics echoed through the car, resonating with both of you in different ways.

“Dicen que de amor nadie se muere, pero si este dolor es la alternativa, prefiero la muerte” / “They say no one dies out of love, but if this pain is the alternative, I rather die.”

Mike sat silently next to you, the strum of guitar strings and the singer's melodic voice echoing throughout the car. A wave of disappointment washed over him, making the atmosphere in the vehicle almost suffocating. You could sense his discomfort, but you pressed on, trying to stay focused on the road ahead.

“Te estoy amando aunque no te diga nada. Estoy guardando este secreto para mí en el fondo de mi alma. Si tú me quisieras, no perdería ni un minuto más. Me entregaría con sinceridad, si te quedas conmigo.” / “I'm loving you even if I keep quiet. I’m keeping this secret in the depths of my soul. If you loved me, I wouldn't lose another minute more. I’ll sincerely give myself to you, if you stay with me.”

…

Feeling the need to intervene, Mike quickly stepped in to assist an elderly woman who was struggling to reach for a specific medicine. "Oh, let me help with that," he said, his voice filled with genuine kindness. As he handed her the item she needed, a warm smile spread across his lips, and you couldn't help but feel proud of his compassionate nature.

The woman thanked him graciously, her eyes twinkling with gratitude. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said, her gaze shifting between you both. "You two look like a nice couple. It reminds me of when my late husband and I used to go shopping together."

A sudden flush crept up your cheeks as the weight of her words settled upon the both of you. You knew it wasn't intentional, but the implication made your heart race faster than it should. Swallowing hard, you felt the need to clarify things.

"We're not a couple," you quickly replied, your voice tinged with slight awkwardness. The heat from your blush radiated outward, an audible confession of your true feelings.

Mike smiled gently at you, his eyes dancing with a mix of mirth and sadness. "Definitely not a couple," he affirmed, a hint of longing lurking beneath the surface.

As he turned to face you, he couldn't help but notice the defensive posture you took, your arms firmly crossed over your chest. Was there pain in your eyes? No, it couldn't be. He pushed the thought aside, choosing to focus on the present moment.

"Well, you seem pretty insulted by that," he remarked casually, attempting to shift the topic away from the elephant in the room.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What? I’m not good enough for you?” Your words were laced with humor, but the underlying emotion was undeniable. There was a yearning, a desire for something more.

Mike sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. "We are not having this conversation again," he stated firmly. Today, he simply couldn't muster the energy for the friendly flirtation that had become a routine between the two of you.

The innocent, fun activity of grocery shopping quickly transformed into something far more uncomfortable between the two of you. The mood had shifted dramatically, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to grow more oppressive with every passing second.

Mike could no longer mask his emotions – his face bore the unmistakable signs of anger, complete with furrowed eyebrows and heavy breathing. His movements became more forceful as he tossed items into the cart, each action an expression of the tumultuous emotions churning within him.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, you hesitantly asked, "Are you alright?" The question hung in the air, seemingly adding fuel to the fire. The guilt you felt for asking it gnawed at your insides, knowing that you might have only exacerbated the situation.

Mike glared at you, his dark eyes flashing with hurt and resentment. At that moment, he couldn't bring himself to answer your question.

As you tried to find a way to bridge the gap, you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the last straw in maintaining the delicate balance of your friendship. For years, the two of you had shared laughter, tears, and dreams, but now you stood on the precipice of something unfamiliar and uncertain.

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To lighten the mood, you attempted a weak joke, "Where else, boss?" but it fell flat in the wake of the tension between the two of you.

Mike provided a terse response, focusing on giving directions to Walmart without acknowledging your attempt at humor. "I need to get a few things for Abby, she's doing a project for school," he said, buckling his seatbelt.

Attempting to ignore the growing discord, you asked, "Oh, are there any close by?" and started the car, navigating the streets according to the directions Mike had given you. However, your nerves got the better of you, and you found yourself missing turns and getting lost.

Each error only served to fuel the fire. Mike's frustration grew with every misstep, a slow burn that threatened to consume the both of you. And then, finally, it boiled over. "Left, I said fucking left!" he shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back his emotions.

"My fucking god. Can you drive?"

Stung by his harsh words, you couldn't help but retaliate. "What the hell is your problem? Why are you suddenly acting like a bitch?" Angry tears pricked at your eyes, the frustration of the day taking its toll on your composure.

His eyes locked onto yours, the transit stretching on as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he snapped, "Because you're terrible at driving!" It was a feeble excuse, an attempt to deflect from the real issue that loomed between you.

Your heart sank as you demanded answers, pleading with him to reveal the truth. "I'm not stupid, Mike. Tell me what is it!"

Mike's jaw clenched tightly, his mind racing as he tried to find the words to articulate his thoughts. But the harder he tried, the more elusive the truth seemed to become. The weight of the question pressed down upon him, threatening to crush the fragile foundation of their friendship.

Finally, he posed the question that hung between him like a cloud. "Do you hate the idea of being with me?" His heart pounded in your chest, waiting for your response, fear and hope to battle within him.

"What? Am I disgusting to you? Is it because I don't have a set job? Why?"

The weight of those words hung heavily between you, the car falling silent except for the hum of the engine. In that moment, everything felt on the line – your friendship, your future, and the truth that had been bubbling under the surface for so long.

"I never said that," you responded, your voice shaking with hurt and confusion. You grasped for some semblance of control amidst the chaos of your emotions.

"Well, you don't have to!" Mike declared, his voice wavering. Years of unspoken feelings finally burst forth, spilling out in a torrent of raw honesty. "We've avoided this for years. We're not friends!" The accusation hung in the air.

Mike recounted memories that flooded your minds, moments shared between the two of you that transcended the boundaries of friendship. "Holding hands at IKEA? Almost kissing? Showering together and almost having shower sex?"

With a bitter laugh, Mike snarled, "Friends, my balls. We're more than that, and we've been avoiding the truth for too long. It's time to face it."

"I just didn't know you liked me..." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the truth bore down on you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume you.

Mike's eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to dissipate. "I've liked you for a long time," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was scared to say anything, scared of losing you as a friend."

The car fell silent once more, the hum of the engine the only sound that broke the heavy silence. At that moment, the two of you sat there, grappling with the new reality that had been laid bare between you. The path forward was uncertain, but one thing was clear – the friendship you had cherished for so long has now changed.

Mike sighed deeply, attempting to gather his thoughts and steady his escalating emotions. "I understand if you don't want to ever see me again," he murmured, his tone filled with a combination of regret and resignation. Despite the turmoil, he reached out and gripped your hand tightly, a silent plea for understanding.

"But, if that is the case," he continued, his voice catching in his throat, "at least let me kiss you... for the first and last time." The request hung in the air, heavy with the implication of finality.

You felt your body tremble at his words, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through you. The prospect of sharing this intimate moment with Mike, the one person you'd always cared for, both thrilled and terrified you.

"I don't want to die without knowing what it feels like to kiss you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of longing and desperation. The weight of the moment bore down on both of you, the unspoken emotions finally giving voice.

"And you won't have to," you whispered, desperation mingling with determination in your voice. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you until your lips met his in a searing kiss that echoed the years of longing that had built up between you.

Mike hesitated for only a moment before responding, his arms wrapping around you as the passion of the moment took hold. The weight of the past years melted away, replaced by the intensity of the present. For once, the uncertainty that had plagued your friendship was gone, replaced instead by the electric connection that had always been there, hiding just beneath the surface.

As the kiss lingered, you began to realize that this was not the end, but the beginning of a new chapter for you both. The path forward may be fraught with uncertainty, but you were ready to face it together, finally embracing the love that had grown between you.

Fin, Hope you enjoyed! I just wanted to write more than smut 😪

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