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New Romance and Old Flames-Rated PG13

An Elena Of Avalor Fanfiction

By Zoe Fowler

For Matena Supporters

“Guess what?” Isabelle squealed. “Senorita Marisol told me that I got straight 100%’s, and I’m going to be Avalor City Elementary’s valedictorian!”

“Oh, Isabelle, I feel so bad for you!” Mateo said, his voice solemnly sympathetic, no hint of sarcasm in his words. “Being valedictorian is horrible. My speech at the eighth grade graduation was the worst moment of my life.”

“Really?” Isabelle sounded extremely anxious now. “Should I be worried? Maybe I should tell Senorita Marisol that I can’t be valedictorian!”

Naomi laughed. “Isabelle, are you having surgery between now and and graduation?”

Isabelle furrowed her brow. “I don’t have a surgery planned,” she replied slowly, looking at Naomi as if she had gone off the rails.

“Then you have no reason to worry, Isabelle. I guarantee what happened to Mateo will not happen to you,” Naomi reassured her.

“Okay,” breathed Isabelle. She looked curiously at Mateo. “What happened at eighth grade graduation? Why was it so horrible?”

Mateo practically spit out his milk. “Nothing major. Not important. Absolutely nothing worth remembering.” As Mateo spoke, he became increasingly animated and panicked.

Naomi smirked. “Yeah, it definitely has nothing to do with Samantha Banneker,” Naomi grinned evilly.

Mateo exhaled, furious. “You brat.”

Isabelle’s eyes widened. Then she shook her head. “Who’s Samantha Banneker?”

Mateo was bright red, desperately trying to change the subject. “Do you all remember the Allegria? It was a fun ship.”

“Yeah. You know what?” Naomi asked with an evil smirk. “It’s sorta reminds me of Samantha Banneker’s mansion.”

Mateo glowered. “You will die tonight, Naomi Turner.”

“Who’s Samantha Banneker?” Elena and Isabelle asked in unison, loud and angry.

“IT DOESN’T MATTER!” Mateo screamed as he stabbed the table with a fork and stormed off.

All the royal family recoiled.

They sat in silence, until Esteban exploded. “What is wrong with Mateo? He is the most immature person in the castle, my cousins and Miss Turner included! He is being completely ridiculous and thinks he can do whatever he wants!I have absolutely know idea what Elena sees in him! He…

Elena cut him off. “Sees in him? You mean like… What are you talking… We’re just friends.”

“Good for you.” Esteban resumed his tirade. “He is the most irresponsible, illogical, impulsive wreck I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. He is…”

“A kid who really doesn’t like to bring up what happened at the eighth grade graduation,” Naomi cut in gently.

“Exactly, A kid!” Esteban shrieked.

“Esteban, Mateo is a lot of things, but melodramatic is not one of them. I have known Mateo for longer than anyone at this table, with the exception of Naomi, but I have definitely known Mateo longer and more personally than you. Whatever happened to Mateo at his middle school graduation was probably really bad,” Elena gently chided her cousin.

“Elena’s right about two things, wrong about one,” Naomi cut in. “What she has right. Number one. Mateo is NOT melodramatic in any way, shape, or form. Number Two. What happened at eighth grade graduation was bad. Do you ever watch the TV show American Housewife?”

Elena nodded. “Some.”

“Have you seen the uprising?”

Elena nodded again.

“Do you know what happened to Oliver during ballet class?”

“Yes, wh…” Elena’s eyes widened as the sudden realization hit her. She put her hand over her mouth. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“What?” Isabel begged, looking from Naomi to Elena to her grandparents and cousins who still looked confused.

“Nothing,” Elena and Naomi both said quickly.

“We never watched that show,” Louisa gestured to herself, Francisco, Esteban, and Isabelle. “So what happened to Ollington-”

“Oliver,” Naomi and Elena corrected at the same time.

“Right-Oliver, anyway, what happened to him?”

Elena and Naomi exchanged a glance. Naomi seemed to be asking the princess a question with her eyes. Elena shook her head, almost unnoticaeably, but Naomi seemed to understand exactly what the princess wanted.

“So, what are we doing later today? Anyone have anything interesting?” Naomi asked, her heart in the question.

“Oh, no. Don’t change the subject,” Louisa insisted. “What happened at eighth grade graduation?” She was practically wailing now, begging for information.

“It’s not our secret to tell,” Elena said patiently. “Come on, Naomi, let’s go.”

*******

“Let’s go!” Naomi shouted over her shoulder to her friends, who were apparently far too slow.

Panting, Mateo, Elena, and Gabe chased Naomi to the ship. They were going sailing, and hopefully this time they would not end up on a remote ship in the middle of the ocean. Some 10 minutes later they were just about to cast off when…

“Wait!”

They all turned around. A girl ran up to them, long jet black hair streaming out behind her. She looked to be about their age, and was stunningly beautiful. She was wearing dark blue eyeshadow and matching lipstick. She was dressed identically to Gabe.

“Oh, guys, this is the new guard,” Gabe gestured to the girl. “Allow me to introduce…”

Mateo and Naomi spoke in unison. “Samantha Banneker.

For a few seconds, Samantha’s brow was furrowed, and then the lightbulb was turned on. “Naomi?” Then she turned toto her left? “Mateo! It’s so good to see you again. I can’t believe how long ago freshman year was.” As she spoke, a nostalgic smile spread across her face. “How are things going with your new girlfriend?” She asked Mateo.

“New girlfriend? You mean like he had an old girlfriend?” Elena pondered, tilting her head curiously.

“Yeah.” Naomi cut in. “He and Samantha dated for a year before she moved to Paararhiso.”

Elena opened her mouth to speak, but Mateo cut her off. “What do you mean, new girlfriend?”

“Um, Elena,” Samantha shot back.

Elena lost her mind. “WHY? WHY, WHY, WHY? Why does everyone think that Mateo and I are together? Esteban and Isabelle and my grandparents and now, Samantha! We. Are. Just. FRIENDS!”

Everyone took a step back. “Okay, then. Elena, why don’t we all just take a deep breath and finally share the story of what happened to Mateo during his valedictorian speech,” Naomi suggested hopefully.

“Not a chance in heck,” Mateo replied.

“Come on, Mateo, it’s not… Yeah, I can’t even sell that, it was pretty bad,” Elena muttered.

“You told her? Mateo asked, totally furious. “The worst possible person to tell, since the same thing happened after she was fr- I mean you shouldn’t have told her.”

Naomi grinned deviously as her voice took on a sing-songy tone. “Come on, say it. You guys are in…”

“Have any of you guys met Doña Paloma? You know, the annoying magister of trade, as she couldn’t handle not reminding me every ten seconds?” Samantha cut in, noticing the blush rising on her ex boyfriend’s face and the crown princess’. Also, she still liked Mateo and didn’t want to picture him with someone else.

“She called herself annoying?” Gabe asked with an eyebrow.

“No, she said she was legendary, but I feel like annoying fits better. She and the chancellor are such a cute couple,” Samantha replied.

“What do you mean?” Elena asked, eyebrows raised.

“What, you guys didn’t know that they were dating? I saw them together behind her “”world-famous emporium””.” Samantha said cautiously.

They all put their hands over their mouths, and their eyes drastically widened.

“So, you didn’t know that?” Samantha asked slowly.

“NO!” they all shouted in unison.

“Are you mad at me or him, and why?“ asked Samantha.

“You, for not telling us, and him for the same reason!” Elena yelled.

“Okay, let’s calm down,” Mateo said, gently putting a hand on Elena’s shoulder.

Samantha narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Are you sure you’re not secretly together? Before you say no, let Mateo finish the sentence he was trying to say earlier,” Samantha added.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Mateo asked, blushing and avoiding Samantha’s gaze. Samantha was NOT trying to get Mateo and Elena together, as much as it would seem that way. She was trying to make Elena hate him, which might cause a heartbroken Mateo to come back to her. She could see that they were totally, heartbreakingly in love with one another. She didn’t want that. She still really loved Mateo.

***

“Naomi! Samantha!” Isabelle called. “Do you want to help with something fun?”

“Like what?” Samantha asked slowly at the same time that Naomi said “I’m in.”

“Okay, we’re going to ask Mateo to teach Elena the sambarosa, and we’re going to set them up under the mistletoe.”

“YES!” Naomi yelled. “ I can do that!”

Samantha frowned, and then smiled. “I’m in.” She had a plan.

***

Samantha crept into the kitchen, a vial in her hand. She grabbed the goblet, and poured the poison into it. This time tomorrow, Elena would be dead.

***

“Good morning, familia!” Elena called.

“Yes, yes, yes, drink the water!” Samantha practically yelled. “Why? And why does it look pink?” She shrugged and started to lift the goblet to her lips.

“ELENA! Don’t! It’s been poisoned!” Mateo yelled as he looked at the cup. “It’s got essence of gradual poison in it.”

“Arrest her!” Gabe yelled, and Samantha was grabbed and dragged away.

“STOP!” Elena called. “Did you?” she asked Samantha. The girl, ashamed, nodded. “But, why?”

“So that Mateo and I could be together again. You are obviously in love, and you are my greatest threat. I read his diary, and talks about you all the time. He even said straight out he loves you. I have the entry right here!” She started to read out loud.

July 15th, 1534

I just realized I love her. I had always thought that we were just best friends, but we were playing hide and seek with the kids at a birthday party, and I chose to hide in a closet. She had already chosen that as her hiding spot though. I apologized, and offered to move, because it was a very small closet. BUt she said it was fine, and teasingly said, “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve ever been in a closet with a boy before.” and I felt a little upset, but I didn’t know why. Then, she started leaning closer, and so did I, but at the last second turned her head. “Not all of them were winners,” she smiled. I mean, I knew she was only joking, but for some reason, I was crestfallen. I kept wondering how to become a winner in her eyes. Then I asked myself why I had that train of thought in my head. My immediate thought was because I want her to kiss me. Of course, that confused the heck out of me, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was right. I loved The crown Princess of Avalor. But it’s truly a waste of my time. It’s not like she would ever love me back

Samantha looked up, breathing hard, tears flowing down her face. “He never loved me that much, and you deserve it, Elena. You are the perfect couple, and I’m sorry. Now take me away.”

The guards dragged her away as Elena stood there, shocked. “Mateo? Is that true?”

Mateo sighed. “Yes. I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. I am an idiot. You have every right…”

Elena cut him off with a kiss. She leaned in, pressed her lips to his, and closed her eyes. He was shocked for a second, and then he kissed her back, his hand in her hair, her hand in his, their arms around each other, the warmth from the kiss the most amazing thing ever.

Ten Years Later

“Mami?” Chloe, the eight-year old heir to the throne asked. “Why did Ms. Banneker in the dungeons say that Papi loved her?”

“Well, it started a long time ago, 13 years to be exact. Mateo was valedictorian at graduation, and the sight of a dressed-up Samantha gave your father an erection.”

“So he did love her?” a disgusted Chloe asked.

“Yes,” Elena admitted. Then she leaned into her daughter’s ear and whispered conspiritally, “But he loved me more.”

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