#Ambar Ch.

[wardenparker]

The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating Your Ex - ch 1

Marcus Pike x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst​

When Marcus unexpectedly runs into his ex-wife he is plunged into a world of complications where rekindled attraction and deep-seated insecurities reign. Unfortunately for him, it is also a world wherehis ex-wife is not the only ‘ex’ around, as a new case crosses his desk that will require all hands on deck. ✨💖Inspired by and based upon absurdthirst’s Tequila💖✨

Rating: G but this blog is Always 18+! Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: Mentions of: divorce, collegiate Greek life, underage drinking, food/alcohol consumption. Summary: Going to pick up his date from her office turns into a rollercoaster night for our dear Marcus Pike. Notes: Welcome to a brand new series and hang on for the ride! This should be a fun one, and Keri and I are really excited to spend time with Marcus once again.

Marcus hums as he searches for a parking spot. The building was off the Mall, a few streets over and it meant that he wasn't going to have to fight for a spot from overeager tourists who didn't realize how big their rental van was. Not that he begrudged anyone coming to the capitol to tour some of the amazing museums and monuments. He encouraged it, but the heavy summer travel traffic had given way to fall and he was enjoying the cooler temperatures. His stomach flutters slightly, not as much as it has from other women, but he tells himself that it's just because this is only the fifth one. He's trying to take things slow, although he doesn't know how sleeping together on the second date counted as slow. Maybe because he wasn't already planning out his future with the pretty restoration technician. He parks and hops out of his car, ready to pick her up from work since her own caar was in the shop. Reservations for Ambar were already set for seven o'clock and he was looking forward to sharing a bottle of wine and learning more about Silvia.

The FBI badge still pinned to his jacket means most people let him go by easily, with only security asking him to stop to check that his clearance is, in fact, authentic. The restoration labs are on the lower levels of the building with the offices above, and the large bullpen-style office full of conservationists that work specifically on photographs is on the second floor. He knows the building roughly at this point, mainly knowing Silvia's directions on how to get from the front door up to her desk in the second-floor photo office. She's been staring at the clock for the last half hour, intentionally a little overdressed for work so that they could go someplace nice for date number five.

She really, really likes Marcus and has been telling her little trio of work girls about him since the beginning, but doesn't have the same relationship experience he does since she's a few years younger. She's taking her boss's advice though - since Silvia adores her boss - and taking things slow. Not rushing into things is key, she's been told. Silvia sighs, glancing at the clock again right before the pebbled glass doors to the bullpen open.

"Hey you!" She calls out, waving enthusiastically. There's no one else in the office now so she can be as excited as she likes.

"Hey." His smile is easy, making the dimple in his cheek show as he puts a little bit of hustle in his step to reach with short statured brunette and give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Slow, he reminds himself. Moving too fast has resulted in a failed marriage and a failed engagement as well as plenty of relationships in between. "Are you ready?" He asks as he pulls back to smile at her again.

"Yeah, just let me send this e-mail and we can get going." She nods and sits down again quickly to type out two more sentences before hitting send. When she pops up again and grabs her purse the sound of commotion comes from behind a closed door on the other end of the bullpen. "Oh!" Silvia grins and motions toward the door in question. "You should meet my boss while you're here! She's awesome. Best bar trivia teammate ever."

Meeting Silvia's boss wasn't high on his list of things to do for the night, but he was always agreeable on small things like this. Plus, it was good to know the boss in case he ever needed a favor. Cultivating friendships and contacts was important now that he was running the Art Crimes division as a whole. "Sure. Lead the way."

"She's great," Silvia promises, leading him across the bullpen before knocking twice and pushing open the door. The brass name plate glints in the stagnant office light but he doesn't notice the name on it. "Hey," Silvia hums, sticking her head inside. "I'm headed out, but I thought I'd introduce you to Marcus before we leave. He'd make a great addition to our trivia team, ya know." It's about the sixth time she's told her boss that, but that's okay. She's just excited.

Marcus was expecting a woman, he was sure that Silvia mentioned her boss several times, but to be honest - he hadn't been able to keep up. She had a tendency to jump from subject to subject that made it difficult to actually understand what she was talking about. He hears a wooden creak as the boss gets out of her chair and rounds the desk. He plasters a friendly smile on his face and starts to extend his hand. "Nice to mee—” his words die in his throat as he comes face to face with the last person he had ever expected to see.

His ex-wife.

"Marcus?" You freeze on the spot, the polite smile that had previously been painted across your face replaced with complete shock. In a split second it's like you're back in the Kappa Sigma house while the dreamiest sophomore in the world makes fun of your cheap ass margarita to the tune of some god-awful party playlist made by one of his brothers. You almost feel like you can't swallow, so taken aback at the sight of him that your jaw may as well have hit the floor.

He sees you in the Chi Omega t-shirt, pulled tight over your breasts and your head thrown back as you laugh at his jokes. Looking at him like he's the only man in the world. In this split second he can feel the weight of the cheap wedding band he had worn proudly on his finger as he whispers your name. "I— what are you doing here?" He asks in shock.

"You're standing in my office," you remind him, amusement creeping into your voice as you start to feel a little relieved that he's as surprised as you are.

"You guys know each other?" Silvia is standing beside him still, looking between the two of you in honest confusion until a thought seems to dawn on her that makes her smile. "Hey, Pike and Pike. I never put that together before. Are you like...cousins or something?"

Marcus's eyes widen slightly as he turns to Silvia, completely forgetting that she was there for a moment and now thrown back into the very awkward reality of the situation. "Uhhh," he shuffles slightly and braces his hands on his hips as he absorbs the information that you had not changed your name back to your maiden name. "Doctor Pike huh?" He sees the doctorate proudly displayed behind you. "That's— that's great."

"Yeah...it, uh...it took a while. But it was worth the work." Shifting awkwardly from one foot to another, you look back at Silvia with a pit swirling in your stomach, and the wall of realization that hits you is far less innocent than the one that just hit her. "Th-this is who you've been seeing?" You ask, eyebrows raised in a way that just begs her to say 'no'.

"Yup!" But Silvia doesn't seem to be reading the room at all, and she nods happily while reaching for Marcus's hand. "This is what, babe...date six?"

Hearing her call him babe almost makes you sick, but you manage to barely hold onto your composure. Silvia's a hard worker and a kind person who has been a good friend in the time since she was hired. She's sweet and deserves to be happy. You just desperately wish she wasn't off being happy with your ex-husband of all people.

It seems wrong to hold Silvia's hand but he doesn't resist. Instead, he gives her a weaker than normal smile and looks back at you in abject horror, as if he's been caught cheating. Although the divorce papers that he had in his files at home would beg to differ. "Uh, you talk about me to your boss?" He asks, terrified over what she might have said since they have been sleeping together.

"Of course," Silvia laughs like it's not a big deal. "I told you; I tell my girls everything."

You cringe internally, wishing you could just disappear into the floor at this point. When Silvia says everything, she means it. "We...we've been friends for a little bit..." you tell Marcus. It had happened kind of by accident, but it was nice to have friends at the office. Of course, now you'll have to avoid socializing with her outside of work like the plague, just to avoid running into Marcus randomly.

Silvia shines a sunny smile on Marcus. "So...are you guys related? It's so weird I never noticed the last name thing before."

“I— uh—” he flounders like a fish out of water for an answer and immediately looks to you to see if you will step in and explain. The idea that she had shared fucking him with you nearly makes him want to melt through the floor although you know firsthand what he’s like in bed. Fuck, you had taught him plenty about what women liked. “So, about that, uh, it’s kind of a funny story.” He chuckles weakly. “We’re not related…anymore.” It’s wrong, it’s so wrong but he can’t help but think that Silvia isn’t the brightest crayon in the box for not picking up on the same damn last name. It’s not like Pike is common.

"We're divorced." The kindest thing you can do is just get it out in the open, instead of letting yourself and Marcus wither away in the awkwardness. Maybe it comes out a little more harshly than you meant it to, but only because you're trying not to squawk or get emotional over it. Over him. Fuck he looks good... Nope, don't let yourself go there.

"You're...?" Silvia nearly hiccups, her small eyes blowing wide as she looks between the two of you. "I...I didn't know you were married."

"It was a long time ago," you murmur, desperately wishing you were one of those people who kept a bottle of liquor in your office.

“I told you that I had been married before.” Marcus defends himself, oddly hurt that you kept his name but people didn’t know you had been married. Apparently, the divorce hadn’t been as friendly as he had thought, especially considering he hadn’t wanted it. “I—” he looks over at you, reminded of how fucking beautiful you are before he looks away, over to Silvia. “We got married in college. Divorced three years later.”

"Oh...god, I—I had no idea that..." Reality seems to finally catch up to Silvia and she tries for a joke even as she cringes. "I mean, you've got great taste."

At this point, Marcus isn’t quite sure who Silvia is talking to, but he needs to get out of this room. “We have reservations at seven, so we need to go.” He offers quietly.

"Right." Silvia smiles again, looking up at Marcus and giving his hand a happy squeeze. "Well...I'll see you tomorrow." She tells you, obviously just as glad to get out of the awkward bubble of suffocation that is your office as Marcus is.

"Yeah..." You nod, but it's stilted and awkward. "Tomorrow." For tonight...you'll be going home to drink a bottle of wine alone on your couch.

******

"—'m sorry, it's weird right?" Marcus looks up from the glass of Pinot Noir to find Silvia shaking her head and looking almost panicked as her words rush out. He shakes his head, a little ashamed that he hasn't been paying attention to his date. His preoccupation with his ex-wife living in D.C. and apparently working as a director at the Smithsonian was all he could think about. All while studiously avoiding the thought that you looked amazing – just like you had the day you had moved out of your shared apartment the morning after the divorce. "I'm sorry." He shakes his head and gives her a smile that is meant to be charming but probably falls slightly flat. "Could you repeat that?"

“I said it’s weird.” Silvia repeats, sinking in her chair a little bit like he’s just confirmed everything she was saying. Marcus has been completely different tonight - distant and awkward and inattentive. She knows why, of course. She isn’t stupid, despite what she knows other people say behind her back. “She’s my boss, and hopefully still my friend, and I like you but there’s a lot of history here that I’m just not comfortable being in the middle of.” Silvia sighs slightly, leaning her elbows on the crisp tablecloth between them. “Maybe it’s best if we just end things here?”

“Hey—” Marcus immediately feels guilty, reaching out and touching the back of her hand. “I’m sorry, I’ve been horrible tonight. I am just— surprised.” He settles on that and watches her closely. It’s not her fault, he’s been perfectly happy with his dinner date with her up until an hour ago.

“And I get that.” She nods, not pulling away from him but also not returning the gesture of comfort. “It’s not like I’ve never been through a breakup. But…” she blows out a breath, heavy and loaded. “Let me ask you this. Why did you get divorced?”

“Nothing bad.” He’s quick to assure her, not wanting her to think there was ever anything acrimonious between you and him. “We just— we got married too young.” He sighs softly, remembering the pain both of you had felt when you realized that you were both on very different pages for what was the plan over the next ten years. “So we decided the smartest think we could do was divorce.” He chuckles. “Nicest divorce ever.”

“God, you’re so nice,” she groans, laughing despite herself. She’s not laughing at him, but at the situation on the whole. How incredibly weird it is. “So…nicest divorce ever but you didn’t keep touch?”

Marcus frowns slightly, shrugging his shoulders. The truth was, he hadn’t wanted to see where you ended up, it was too painful. “We just…lost contact.” He settles on that finally. “I decided to join the FBI.”

“And she went to grad school.” Silvia knows your career path. She’s looked up to you since you were a guest lecturer at George Washington University in her undergrad years. Granted that wasn’t so long ago - and maybe the fact that Marcus is nearly ten years her senior is part of what’s making her feel like an awkward kid caught between parents right now. “Look…I just…I don’t want anything to get awkward or uncomfortable because of me being friends with your ex-wife, and…if I’m honest, it already feels pretty awkward.”

Marcus sighs, pulling his hand away and his shoulders slump slightly. Fucking ironic, the relationship that he wasn’t rushing into, he was getting dumped. “I understand.” The food is barely touched in front of the two of you and he motions to the waiter, asking for to go boxes and the check. “At least you can take dinner home.” He jokes weakly.

“I’m sorry.” She is. Honestly, truly sorry. But it’s better that this is discovered now when they’re barely anything to each other than in six months when she’s had a chance to develop feelings. “At least let me pay for dinner. It’s the least I can do, since I’m the one…ya know…breaking things off.”

“No.” Marcus shakes his head and reaches for his wallet. “Don’t worry about that.” He’s not going to hold a grudge or have any hard feelings. In fact, he’s a little relieved as he shoots her a small smile. “My treat. Last time.”

“You’re a really great guy, Marcus.” Whether it hurts or helps, Silvia is at least going to tell the truth. “This is just a super weird coincidence. That’s all.”

“Well, it will be something you can awkwardly joke about later on.” Marcus tells her as he hands the bill to the waiter with his credit card inside and reaches for his wine glass.

“Maybe.” She hesitates before doing it, eventually reaching out to grasp his hand for just a brief moment when the waiter places her to-go box in front of her. “It’s been really great to know you, Marcus,” she murmurs, continuing the streak of awkwardness by smiling and silently walking out of the restaurant.

Marcus sighs and finishes his wine before the waiter brings back the credit card slip to sign. Maybe this was for the best he tells himself as he takes his own box and gets up so they can clear the table. Obviously it wasn’t ideal to date her when she works for you.

****** The fact that you got shit sleep last night is really your own fault. A bottle of wine and an entire bag of tortilla chips with guacamole is not dinner by any stretch of the imagination but you just couldn't get yourself to eat anything substantial. It had been snacking and getting steadily drunker while you tried desperately not to think about Marcus, culminating in an extremely ill-advised viewing of Casablanca whilst wine drunk and digging through the remainder of the chocolates your sister sent you from her last trip to the Godiva outlet. This morning you're tired and hungover, glad to have nothing to do but paperwork and a little office organization that you've chosen not to pawn off on the new intern. Doing it yourself from time to time so the interns can get more hands-on time in research suits everyone nicely. Having already had a cup of coffee in order to even get out of bed this morning, you didn't stop for your usual venti soy pumpkin white mocha and you're regretting it, just wishing you had that little treat to pick yourself up when the weight of your own shoulders seems heavier than normal.

Silvia is nervous as she walks into the office, depositing her purse at her desk and deciding that she would stop in the break room before she talks to you. This is very convoluted - despite the insistence that things are okay, she wants to clear the air. Your regular coffee mug is in the drying rack, so she makes you a cup of coffee before carrying hers and yours to the door that proudly displays Dr. Pike, Director on the brass nameplate.

"Come in." Even though the knock is hesitant, you still hear it, and you pull yourself away from hard-staring into the void just in time to see Silvia poke her head in the door. Ah, shit. It's not that you don't want to see her - she's hard working and very sweet and honestly you like spending time with her outside work most of the time - but today it's just...it's fucking awkward. "Morning, Sil," you murmur, trying for a smile.

“I—I brought you a cup of coffee.” She offers, holding up the mug that is still steaming. “And I—I was wondering if I could, uh, talk to you. About yesterday.”

"Thanks." Nodding as you accept your Bat-Symbol coffee mug, you swallow a sigh and sit down behind your desk. Silvia moves easily, shutting your office door and leaning on the edge of the heavy wooden piece of furniture you sit behind for at least a few hours each day. "What did you...erm...want to talk about?" You know what, technically, but not specifically.

Silvia bites her lip and decides to just come out with it. “I stopped seeing Marcus.” She blurts out. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

"Oh." Whatever you had thought, however fleetingly, that she might say, that was definitely not it. "I—um...you didn't have to do that...I mean, he's a good guy. Just because we're divorced doesn't mean I hate him or anything." In fact, you never did. And that was what made it so hard. "And besides, how I feel about him has no bearing on whether or not you should go out with him."

“You’re my boss.” She flushes slightly and looks down at her own milky coffee. “And I just— I told you all about sleeping with him.”

“Yeah…” Huffing slightly, you shake your head and take a sip of the sweet, equally milky coffee she made for you, humming in appreciation. “And as your boss, I agree that it’s a little weird. But as your friend?” She reminds you a lot of your sister, actually, which might have been tucked away in your subconscious when you hired her two years ago. “As your friend, I don’t want to stand between you and happiness. If that’s Marcus? Well…I—I would completely understand. I mean, he’s a great guy.” He had been your happiness too, for much longer than five dates.

“Why did you get divorced? I asked him but he just said you got married too young.” If he’s such a great guy, why wouldn’t you want to stay with him? You had kept his last name.

“That’s what happened.” You nod slightly, but it’s obvious from her expression that she isn’t buying it. “We were really young, Sil. I mean we were still teenagers when we met. I was Mrs. Pike by the summer before sophomore year.” It had been the whirlwind romance to end all whirlwind romances, and your sorority sisters had cooed over it much more readily than your family.

“High school?” Her eyes are wide and horrified. She hadn’t thought you were that young. How was that legal?

“Oh, no.” Shaking your head vehemently, you realize you definitely left out a few details. You’ll blame the hangover. “College. Marcus is a year older than me, and his frat at UPenn used to throw this big welcome party for all the new Chi Omega sisters…which was the sorority I had just rushed. He was on the verge of turning twenty and I was not quite nineteen.”

“Oh, good.” She’s relieved at that, but she still couldn’t imagine being married that young. “So you were a freshman and he was a sophomore?”

“Yep.” You feel like a damn bobble head doll from nodding so much, and you sip your coffee for one silent moment. “We couldn’t even have champagne at our own wedding. We were kids. So when I say he’s great, I mean that. We just…dove in too fast, ya know? By the time we were starting to think about careers, Marcus was starting to talk about kids. And I…I just knew that I wanted to have a career before we had to start making compromises.”

“Oh.” Silvia hadn’t even gotten close enough to think about things like that. She had been too focused on her school and hell; she had been in elementary school when you had gotten married. “So you didn’t want kids and he did?”

"Basically, yeah." It was more complicated than that. There had been a great deal of immaturity and a bit of your own fear involved, but you're really not in a place to go into too many details right now. "We got divorced the summer after I graduated."

“If you hadn’t, you might not be Dr. Pike right now.” She decides, nodding. “I doubt he would have wanted you to go to graduate school.”

"I don't know." Over the years you've come to terms with that. That you'll never know what could have happened if you had stayed married to Marcus Pike. It's something that you had tucked away into the back of your mind, thinking you would never see him again so it would never matter. Oh, how very wrong you were. "But considering I got my doctorate at the Sorbonne and Marcus is an FBI agent? There would have been a rocky road no matter what. I just have to believe that I made the right decision. It’s not like our career paths are geographical neighbors or anything."

Silvia contemplates that and nods, taking a sip of her coffee. "I'm sorry that I sprang seeing him on you. You looked very shocked. I just— yeah..." She sighs and stands. "For what it's worth, he was preoccupied during dinner last night." She knows the difference when people are just not interested in her rambling and being completely in another world and last night Marcus hadn't been in the present. He was most definitely caught up in the past, a past that heavily involved you it seems. Giving you a small smile, she moves towards the door. "I hope that it doesn't make things between us awkward." She continues. "I have a lot of respect for you and have really enjoyed learning under your guidance."

"If anything, I think this brings us a bit closer together." The smile you return to her is a little lopsided and off kilter, but that's pretty honest to how you're feeling at the moment. "Thank you for coming in and not just letting it hang in the air. That shows a lot of maturity, and I respect the hell out of you for it."

That makes Silvia smile brighter and she ducks her head. "I'll go get started on my work, boss." She says before she scampers out of your doorway, feeling better about the entire situation. Marcus was a good guy, sure – but she wasn't going to ruin her job for any man.

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The 2022 writing Advent calendar: Day 25

24. A past Christmas taking place in someone's childhood

WE ARE HERE! We made it! The last day! Merry Christmas!!

“I honestly can’t believe that we still need to be here three years more. One year was more than enough. So. are you going back to Italy for Christmas?” Gastón asked Matteo as they were walking on the hallways of Bake South College until the summer vacation was going to start. 

“I wish,” Matteo shook his head, “But apparently Dad has some kind of meeting in Berlin on the 23rd so it’ll be Christmas on the road again. I do not even get why I need to be there.”

“You know, you don’t need to be there,” Gastón pondered out loud, “You could stay here.”

“Yeah, I know that… but Dad doesn’t,” Matteo remarked, “I am seriously 15, not a baby, I can be home by myself … even if it's Christmas.”

“You could come with us,” Gastón started speaking as they stopped in front of their next class. There was a group of girls who quickly straightened as they arrived, but Gastón and Matteo did not pay them any mind. “I think Mom and Dad were talking that we would be going to the Villa bosque de Rosas.”

“I would love that, but Dad for sure won’t let me.” Matteo frowned.

“Don’t be so sure of that,” Gastón grinned, “Let me talk to Mom and she’ll have Sofia talk Alexander into it. I mean is he really going to defy his new wife?”

“Honestly, I do know, but I don’t think he would wanna get on her bad side. Even I don’t want to do that.” Matteo leaned onto the wall, “But I honestly really would wanna stay, so doesn’t hurt to try.”

“And you know who also would be happy if you stay,” Gastón’s impression changed, “Ambar.”

“I know,” a smug smile grew on Matteo’s face. 

“So you are actually into that?” Gastón questioned.

“Well, why not? She is a catch. But it doesn’t hurt to play hard to get.”

“Okay, you do you with that, but be careful. I have known her since the third grade. She always gets what she wants.”

“And you’re the one to speak,” Matteo countered, “I am expected to believe that you are absolutely blind to all the girls goggling at you?”

“No… I just don’t fancy tying myself down,” Gastón responded. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t have any fun. Maybe there will be some cute freshman girls next year.”

“I am sure you’ll just crash into your soulmate,” Matteo joked, “I can already picture it. She’ll drop her books and you are madly in love.”

“You are terrible,” Gastón laughed, “But honestly, wild to even imagine that in ten years we might already be married.”

“Don’t scare me about the future like that.” Matteo joined in, “I pity that girl who marries you.”

“I could say the same thing.”

*

“Hey Mom,” Gastón said as he got home from school. “Blake gave us the preliminary report cards today, and I got full marks on almost everything.” He figure that if he wanted to get his idea about Matteo through, he could start with that. Good grades were more often than not, the best way to get through to his parents

“Well that is Amazing,” Isla came from the kitchen and ruffled his hair as she passed by. “If you keep that up, you could even get straight into Oxford.”

“Oxford?”

“You know Alexander got his degrees from there. Sofia told me that he is planning on sending Matteo there once you finish upper secondary. Wouldn’t it be fun if you two went together, it is an amazing school, unless you want to go to an Ivy league of course?”

“Yeah, sure,” Gastón didn’t really pay attention that what his mom was saying, “I’ll think about that in three years. But speaking of Matteo…” he swiftly got into the subject. “... we were talking today and what if he came to spend Christmas with us.”

“Won’t he want to spend it with his parents?”

“Well, yeah, but apparently they are going to Berlin and he really doesn’t want to go with them.” Gastón continued.

“Well, that is up to Alexander.”

“But, what if you spoke with Sofia,” Gastón suggested, “and she can convince Alexander. Come on Mom, wouldn’t it be fun if Matteo was with us? And that would allow Alexander and Sofia spend their Christmas alone. They would probably like that. And You always talk about how you wish we’d have more people to spend Christmas with, since we are not going to Cordoba…again. It is always just three of us, and you and Dad always loved spending time with your sister and brother. Matteo is basically the closest thing I’ll ever have to a brother.”

“Well, you do have a point,” it seemed that Gastón was striking the right spot, even if that was just slightly a lower blow, given the reason he did not have siblings.

“So…?”

“I can talk with your father about it,” Isla started speaking, “But I won’t make any promises.”

“Great, thanks, Mom!” Gastón said and dashed to his room to call Matteo. 

“Did it work?” Matteo asked from another side of the line.

“Not sure, but Mom is willing to try. I used to heave guilt-trip on her.”

“Proud of you already,” Matteo laughed. “I just hope my dad will be convinced.”

“Mom is an expert at convincing people that she knows the best course of action. That is literally her job.” Gastón flobbed onto his bed, “Her and Sofia together have always been an unstoppable force.”

The easy choice would be to write about Luna with this, but I thought about what I could write instead and I realized that I have not written any Gastteo yet on this calendar. And I really enjoyed writing some Blake Freshmen Gastteo antics.

I gotta say that this calendar was absolutely exhausting, but also so fun to do. I got to write bit more different styles than I usually do.

I hope everyone enjoyed this during this month and have a happy new year,

#2022 Writing DCLA+ advent calendar #Gastteo #Soy Luna

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BLOSSOM Song Lyrics – KAHLON

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Duniya te jinniyan ne gaaniyan Te gaaniyan ch jinne moti ni Ambar di chhavein beh ke soch le Tu gall koyi chhoti moti ni

Sadde baare je tu puchhengi ni dhupp nu Langhogi oh vi mathe tek ke

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The Moon. Art by Ambar Ch.

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Soy Sol: Chapter 10 (Hopeful Curiosity)

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The gang is huddled around each other at the Jam and Roller rink. Ámbar proceeds to glance over her clipboard that carries the original sign-up sheet. “So, Ámbar, do we have enough members to make up a team for the competition.” Ámbar quickly looks Luna in the eyes and decides to call out the list of names. “The official Jam and Roller team members are Luna, Simon, Matteo, Gaston, Ramiro, Jim, Delfi, Pedro and Jazmin.” Everyone starts counting with their fingers but before anyone gets the chance to start counting, Gaston and Nina both yell out “that’s nine members, we’re missing one.” Luna rollers towards Ámbar. “Ámbar you’re not on the list. Are you going to join us? Please, pretty please join us. Whether you would like to admit it or not, you’re one of the best roller skaters out there and we need you.”

Ámbar takes a big gulp of air, processing everything that’s going on. Luna’s pout with her watery eyes has made Ámbar reconsider her decision. Before she always wanted the worst for Luna, but the past few years has made them become inseparable. She now views Luna as her younger sister plus being the manager of the gang’s favorite place has made her feel as everyone’s bigger sister, being the mature one. Ambar gives in. “Fine, I’ll do it. Especially since you guys need me so much. You guys aren’t wrong though, I am the best,” Ámbar jokes. The whole gang cheers, everyone jumps up and down and excitement enters the room.

Everyone is huddled as they all set their hands out and chant, “ready! One, two, three Jam and Roller!” Juliana enters through the chaos of excitement. “Opa opa! Seems like the group has never separated and feels closer than ever.” The gang all turn around facing her, their faces show signs of shock. No one was expecting this except one certain person in the room. “Juliana! You’re back! Wait how did you know we got the team back together for a competition?” Simón asks. “A little birdy called me and said that a certain team needed my help so I came as quick as I can.” The whole gang starts whispering, wondering who was it that reached out to her. Luna gives Ámbar and Simón a little smirk.

“So have you guys chosen which song you all are going to skate to?” Juliana questions. “Nope,” Ámbar answers. That’s when the idea hits Simón. “I have an idea! Maybe not only the team gets back together for this competition, but also the band? What do you guys say, Nico, Pedro?” Simón suggests. Nico and Pedro look at each other in disbelief and with a loss of words. “Uhh yes of course! You have no idea how long I’ve missed playing on the drums,” Pedro states. “And you guys have no idea how long I’ve missed collaborating the three of us together again,” Nico chimes in. “I guess that settles it. The band is back!!” Simón announces. The room is filled with so many emotions as everyone is so excited about what’s to come next. True nostalgia and memories really do start coming back to them since working together and competing to save their beloved place truly brings them back to old times. Just like how Matteo and Luna wouldn’t stop stealing glances at each other through the midst of it all.

This competition will be fierce including what’s called two stages. The first stage is the basic entry in which they record a video of their performance, the second stage is where they have the official competition. They first though have to make it through the first stage. For the next few days, Juliana tries to prepare them with some exercises since it has been years some of them roller skated. Then they gradually learned again how to do some simple routines as pairs then as groups. Before the gang knew it, in a week they have mastered all the skills and are ready to practice the actual choreography for the performance. Luna and Matteo still haven’t talked much though, yet they’re constant staring proves to show that they still miss and love each other.

Monday Evening at the Jam and Roller (after about a week and a half)

Juliana tells the gang that they can rest, and training has just finished. The group has finally mastered the double turns alignment but are struggling with air spins. Matteo heads over to Luna like old times, while she’s drinking water near the rails. “What’s the matter Chica Delivery? Has all the training finally tired you out?” Matteo flirtatiously says. Luna tries to hide her blushed cheeks and smirks at his comment. “Chico fresa you know that can never happen. My internal adrenaline is endless.” Luna and Matteo begin to laugh. Luna stops once she remembers why she was trying to avoid him for the longest. “Matteo don’t think I forgot everything that has happened.” She begins to stare at the floor, holding back a tear. “I’ve already apologized, what more do you want?” Matteo begs.

“You know that’s not the issue. I just feel like I can’t trust you anymore. You promised me you wouldn’t lie to me anymore and that’s exactly what you did. I don’t want our relationship to be built out of lies. I’d rather stay single instead of having someone stab me in the back unaware.” Matteo widely opens his eyes, it feels like someone has sucker punched him in the gut. For a long time, Matteo has tried to prove to Luna he has changed and does truly care about her, how can one little lie bring all the pain back. “Luna, you know I would never want to break your heart or ‘stab you in the back.’ I just lied about this because I knew you would get jealous of me hanging out with Viviana.” Luna gasps in astonishment. “Jealous! Now that’s a joke right there. For me to be jealous of her, that would mean I would want to be like her or want something she has but that’s not the case at all. I’m happy with the life I live and don’t want to change it. I just don’t like how close she’s been with you. You know I’m okay with you having female friends, but not when one tries to kiss you when I’m not around and constantly wrapping her arms around you. Even the news outlets think you broke up with me and dating her because of how much ‘quality time’ you guys spend together.”

Matteo responds with, “You know how much I miss it when you call me Chico Fresa and miss these fun bantering moments. I would never fall for her because you’re my one true love. You may not be jealous of her but you’re jealous of her getting to spend time with me. Is that it? You want to hang out more with me? How do I make it up to you?” Luna shakes her head and says, “You just don’t get it and it’s okay. I don’t feel like arguing today.” Luna rollers away and Matteo covers his face as he lays his elbows on the silver polished rails. Gastón heads to him and pats his shoulder. “She still hasn’t forgiven you?” Matteo shakes his head in response. His phone begins to ring in the pocket of his jeans. He lifts himself up and pulls it out. “Hello…. yes……. Already in a week? ..... ah I see, okay that seems appropriate I guess…...tomorrow okay, I’ll see you then.” Matteo hangs up and places his phone in his pocket again. “Who was that?” Gastón questions. “It’s my manager. They’re planning to release my music video with Viviana at the end of this week. Usually, we don’t release music videos this early but apparently she demanded for it since it would look good and perfect for this summer. Well to prepare for the release, they want me to perform with her in a live concert.” Matteo’s expression shows his stress and frustration. “But what about the Jam and Roller training?” Gastón asks him. “I’ll try to practice for the concert before the Jam and Roller training starts every day and the concert is on Saturday so that day I guess I’ll just miss training for that one day. I have no other choice.”

Gastón keeps thinking and doesn’t say a word till an amazing idea slips in his head. “I just got it! I just thought of the perfect plan that’ll get Luna to forgive you and get back together with her.” Matteo starts smiling as Gastón whispers the plan into his left ear. “Hermano, you’re a genius.”

The Benson Mansion

Ámbar doesn’t stop glaring at the letter in front of her. It was the original copy that was locked up in Sharon’s vault. This was what her biological mom wrote to her before she gave her away, it includes her phone number. She wants to call that number, desperately wants to but what if this number doesn’t work anymore? Or what if it does? She feels so confused. The closer the wedding gets, the scarier it feels for her. She wants to invite her biological mom and maybe even Sharon, she’s just undecided. It’s more than just complicated for her.

She sucks up every bit of courage left in her, grabs her phone and types in the numbers smeared at the bottom of the letter. It’s…. ringing. The longer she has to wait, the faster her heart beats. The phone stops ringing. “Hello,” the person on the other end answers. Ámbar’s voice begins to crack, “Uh… yes is this Sylvana Ariel?” Ámbar takes a big gulp of air. The person on the other end responds, “yes this is she. Who do I have the pleasure speaking to?” When Ambar hears that it’s her, she decides to move forward with the plan of meeting her. Maybe it was destiny for her to still have this phone number for so many years? “Yes, this is Ámbar, Ámbar Smith. We need to talk. Are you available today?” Ámbar takes control of the situation showing no signs of hesitation, even though her heart says otherwise. “Oh Ámbar? Yes, I’m available today.” Ámbar takes one good look at the letter and answers back, “Good. Meet me at Pachani’s restaurant today at 7 p.m.” The lady answers with an okay before Ámbar hangs up the phone.

She didn’t know this day would come so soon. Getting to meet her birth mother. What should she say? What should she do? Maybe this would help her understand her whole story and discover more who she really is before she gets married. Simón walks into the living room. “There you are. I thought you would be at the Jam and Roller; you never miss an afternoon of work?” Ámbar quickly folds the letter and slips it into her purse. “Oh yeah I just came home to… find another bridal magazine. I thought I left one of my favorite ones here in the living room.” Simón scrunches up his face, “here? In the living room of the Benson Mansion? But you always look at them at our apartment?” Ámbar clasps her purse and places the strap around her arm. “Oh well I sometimes look at them here whenever I visit the Valentes and have a cup of coffee, by mistake one of these days I left my bridal magazine.” Simón nods showing how he understands. “So how are bridal things going?”

“Pretty smooth. Luna and Nina agreed to go order the sets of flowers and decorations at the boutique right across town,” Ámbar states. “Oh, that’s nice. Luna and Nina were so kind to offer their help. What would we do without them?”

“Yes, I agree. We’re very lucky to have them indeed. Um there is one thing I forgot to tell you. At around 7 p.m I won’t be at home yet, I have a meeting with some other law school students for this project we have going on, so I won’t be home.”

Simón’s smile fades away. “Aww I’ll miss you, but I do wish you good luck on the project. I know you’ll do great on it.” Ámbar smiles from thinking how lucky she is to have a caring, understanding partner by her side. They hug each other and head out of the mansion.

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Lacey’s Boutique

Luna and Nina wait at the front desk holding a slip of paper that carries a list of things they need to purchase for Ámbar’s wedding. “He said that?” Nina whispers. “Yep, I can’t believe he called me jealous when he was the one who lied and created this whole mess in the first place. When we got back together, we agreed on no secrets and to always communicate. That’s the only way a relationship can go well, just look at Ámbar and Simón?”

“I absolutely agree. I felt awful when Gaston spied on me that day, so I understand what you mean. Luckily everything is fixed now,” Nina cheers. “I’m happy for you Nina, sadly in between Matteo and I is a person who doesn’t stop flirting and hanging out with him. Plus, it’s so obvious too, even Simón thought he was dating Viviana and broke up with me. I can’t believe Matteo doesn’t believe me and instead calls me jealous. After everything we’ve been through.” The cashier heads to the counter and Luna and Nina’s conversation ends. “So, is this the list for everything?” Luna nods in approval. “Okay great, everything will be prepared in time and the delivery will be sent to the place on the date of the card.” Luna picks up the card and puts it away in her tiny backpack.

“Thank you,” she begins to head out before the cashier stops her. “Wait, I have something to give you.” He pulls out another card from his pocket. “Here’s my phone number, maybe we can have a cup of coffee together someday if you’d like?” Luna is speechless and turns to Nina for a choice of words. Nina shrugs and seems to be just as confused as her. “Um... well the thing is I’m in a relationship… well right at this moment I’m not sure…. Honestly I don’t know it’s complicated me and my boyfriend well after what he did, I don’t think he’s still my boyfriend but I don’t know…” Luna stops talking when the cashier extremely perplexed expression shows vividly. “Um… well once you get all that resorted and decide not to be with this… complicated person feel free to give me a call.” He leaves and heads to the back of the store. “Luna, I’m shocked he’s still into you after everything you blurted out. I think you even fried his brain.” Nina and Luna giggle their way out.

Jim and Yam’s Apartment

Ramiro adjusts the collar of his nicely firm long sleeve button up shirt. He’s holding a bouquet of sunflowers and is trying to collect the right words to say to Yam. He knocks on the door and waits for a response. “I’m coming,” she says. For Ramiro, hearing Yam’s voice is like a breath of fresh air.

She opens the door and is surprised to see Ramiro’s well put together fit. “Before you say anything I want to do this right. Yam, I know our relationship has been like an ongoing rollercoaster, we’ve been through the ups and the downs but the one thing that has always stayed constant is my love for you. After everything that has happened, I always knew I love you and my path ends up meeting yours. Yam would you like to go on a date with me?” Yam covers her mouth in amusement. She’s appalled from the beautiful surprise he’s presented her, and with a speech too. Usually, Ramiro is too cool for all of this but seeing what he has done has proven enough to Yam that he’s committed. “Ramiro of course, I would love to. In fact, I was always thinking what took you so long?” Yam begins to chuckle. “I guess fear from this not working out, but you can’t always live in fear for the rest of your life.”

Yam jumps into Ramiro’s arms and kisses him on the cheek.

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Tere naalo challiye haseen koyi na

Taare chann ambar zameen koyi na

Main jadon tere modde utte sar rakheya

Eh ton sachchi sama vi haseen koyi na

Sohniyan vi laggan giyan pher waaliyan

Kalla naal jadon takraiyan waalian

Taare dekhi labh labh kivein harde

Tu bahla chilkoiyan jadon raatan kaaliyan

Main sab kujh haar tere utton deyunga

Sab kujh vaar tere utton deyunga

Aakhir ch jaan tainu deyun apni

Chhalla tainu bhawein pehli vaar deyunga

Haan Main chheti chheti lawaan tere naal laini aan

Samay da taan bhora vi yakeen koyi na

Tere naalo challiye haseen koyi na

Taare chann ambar zameen koyi na

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Waalian Lyrics

Waalian Lyrics

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Waalian Lyrics

Tere naalo challiye haseen koyi na Taare chann ambar zameen koyi na Main jadon tere modde utte sar rakheya Eh ton sachchi sama vi haseen koyi na Sohniyan vi laggan giyan pher waaliyan Kalla naal jadon takraiyan waalian Taare dekhi labh labh kivein harde Tu bahla chilkoiyan jadon raatan kaaliyan Main sab kujh haar tere utton deyunga Sab kujh vaar tere utton deyunga Aakhir ch jaan tainu deyun apni Chhalla tainu bhawein pehli vaar deyunga Main chheti chheti lawaan tere naal laini aan Samay da taan bhora vi yakeen koyi na Tere naalo challiye haseen koyi na Taare chann ambar zameen koyi na Tere naalo challiye haseen koyi na Taare chann ambar zameen koyi na Main jadon tere modde utte sar rakheya Eh ton sachchi sama vi haseen koyi na Tu yaar mera tu hi ae sahara addiye Main paani tera mera tu kinaara addiye Phull ban jayi main khushbu ban ju Diva bani mera teri lau ban ju Haye ujadiyan thawan te banate baag ne Teriyan akhan ne kitte jaadu yaad ne Jadon wang kolon phadi vi ni ghass ke Totte sambh rakhe tutte hoye kach de Haan Ki dil yaadan rakhda ae sambh sambh ke Hor dil sajjna machine koyi na Tere naalo challiye haseen koyi na Taare chann ambar zameen koyi na Tere naalo challiye haseen koyi na Taare chann ambar zameen koyi na Main jadon tere modde utte sar rakheya Eh ton sachchi sama vi haseen koyi na Kinne din ho gaye meri akh soyi na Tere ton baghair mera aithe koyi na Tu bhukh vi ae tu hi ae ghuzara addiye Mainu sab kari tu ishaara addiye Ho khaure kinni vaar seene vich khubiyan Surme de vich dovein akhan khabbiyan Kinni sohni lage jadon chup kar jaye Jaandi jaandi shaam’an nu vi dhupp kar jaye Haye Main paaun farmaishi rang tere sohniye Unjh bahutan Gifty shokeen koyi na Tere naalo challiye haseen koyi na Taare chann ambar zameen koyi na Tere naalo challiye haseen koyi na Taare chann ambar zameen koyi na Main jadon tere modde utte sar rakheya Eh ton sachchi sama vi haseen koyi na In addition, to the lyrics, you can also watch the music video of Waalian Lyrics. Waalian Lyrics Youtube Video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCoPr8UwRMc I hope you enjoyed the song Waalian Lyrics. Please share your valuable comments within the comment box. If you don’t discover your favored song lyrics, then you can request us to feature the tune in our library here. Thank You for visiting us! Read the full article

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Punjabi - You cannot be a Chaudhry so far the Chaudhry of the House fath... Punjabi - You cannot be a Chaudhry so far the Chaudhry of the House father or grandfather is still alive. Punjabi - Jatton kaa Naeta Ch. Chhotu Ram Ohlyan Jatt ZINDA BAAD Kae naehre lagao. Let the clever Lalas put black armbands as they did at the times of our Ch. Chhotu Ram Ohlyan Jatt.    CHAUDHAR MEANS THE HEADSHIP, MUKHI, OF THE FAMILY HOME OR OF THE VILLAGE, ORGANISATION, SABHAH, ETC. AND THE PERSON WHO IS THE HEAD IS GIVEN THE COURTESY TITLE “CHAUDHRY”. IN A FAMILY OR KABEELA, THERE IS ONE, HEAD OF THE FAMILY “CHAUDHRY” AND SO FAR, HE IS ALIVE NO ONE ELSE IS ALLOWED TO CALL HIMSELF “CHAUDHRY”. IN INDIA, MOST OF THE FARMING LAND IS OWNED BY THE PEOPLE OF “JAT QOM”, SO JATTS HAVE BEEN THE HEADS OF THE VILLAGES AND THIS COURTESY TITLE “CHAUDHRY” GOT ASSIGNED TO THE PEOPLE OF JATT QOM ONLY. THE OTHER QOMS ALSO HAVE THE COURTESY TITLES BASED MOSTLY ON THE SERVICES THEY RENDER TO SOCIETY. FOR EXAMPLE, THE BARBER CALLED NAEE VISITS MOST OF THE HOUSES AND HE KNOWS EVERY FAMILY’S SECRETS LIKE A KING KNOWS HIS SUBJECT, “RIYAATT”. SO HE IS GIVEN THE COURTESY TITLE “RAJAH” SO THAT HE LOOKS AFTER THE VILLAGE FAMILIES LIKE A KING LOOKS AFTER HIS SUBJECT. NAEE IS ALSO THE ONE WHO TALKS TO THE NAEES OF THE OTHER VILLAGES TO ARRANGE MARRIAGES AS WELL. IT IS WORTH MENTIONING THAT THE PEOPLE OF PATHAN AND AFGHAN TRIBES USE THE COURTESY TITLE “KHAN” AND SOME OF OUR JATTS WHO ARE RICH HAVE ALSO ADOPTED THIS COURTESY TITLE TO BOOST THEIR “EGO”, WHICH IS NOT RIGHT. ANY SUGGESTIONS THAT I SHOULD ADD TO THIS? CHAUDHRY RAJINDER NIJJHAR JATT, M.Sc. Hi Ambar Rana Jatt, I have made a correction and she is RIGHT. Ask your mother to tell us more about our customs. Our forefathers were addressing themselves as Chaudhry but Khatri shopkeepers to boost our ego address us “Sardar” or super donkeys – NANAK TAE NAR ASSALL KHAR; JAE BINN GUNN GHARBH KARANT. Sardars are head of the forces, family clan, etc. JAEHNOON KAHIYAE SARDAR; OHDAE NAAL NAA KARIYAE TAKRAR. Royal King Sachae Patshah Gobind Singh Ji also created Niara Khalsa Sardar by giving the courtesy title Sardar because they are solitary NIAARE. Ambar Rana Ambar Rana 7 hours ago Sir, I am a 17-year-old Jatt boy from Haryana and your admirer, I just wanted to confirm that can I use Chaudhary title? As my grandmother told me that Chaudhary title should only be used by the oldest man in our family (Jatt family). Is she correct factually? Chaudhry Rajinder Nijjhar Jatt Yes. She is correct. When your father dies, then you have the Chaudhar of your family, the eldest son in a joint family. We should write Ambar Rana Jatt only. All Jatts should write their Gotra and Jatt at the end of their names.   Punjabi - You cannot be a Chaudhry so far the Chaudhry of the House father or grandfather is alive. For the rest of the description, please visit my website:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Rest.htm I need IT Graphic help to finish my Books:- ONE GOD ONE FAITH:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/bookfin.htm and in Punjabi KAKHH OHLAE LAKHH:-  www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/pbook.htm  - Font DRChatrik Banned by Facebook Videos:- John's baptism:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/johnsig.pdf Trinity:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/trinity.pdf

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17 November 2019. Dek Reynand 6 bulan. Nganterin mbah uti, mbah kakung & bude Diah berangkat umroh. Foto di bandara Adi Sucipto sama bude Ambar https://www.instagram.com/p/CH-xR48jytVoTOKGyHUFsU15lce4WOp5vdcqJg0/?igshid=1rdp83lygye5m

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Song Lyrics: Time Chakda – Nimrat Khaira | Latest Punjabi Songs |

 Time Chakda Lyrics – Nimrat Khaira

Song Lyrics Time Chakda – Nimrat Khaira  Latest Punjabi Songs 

 Time Chakda Lyrics

Desi grow desi grow desi girl

jaan jaan ayi jana note san de vich tu,

ambar te nakhra kudi daa jaane tich tu,

kehdi galo coat tera raah dak la

pushna sawal sade hak da vi ni ve,

piche piche fire kush dasda vi ni ve,

chakda aa time naale takda vi ni ve

piche piche fire kush dasda vi ni ve,

chakda aa time naale takda vi ni ve

mihne vich change kar dini aa main 15

suita waale din yaad rakhda ptandra

matching tu kare paa ke tu same same rang ve,

dekh dekh tut pene hassa ave chandra

hunda kudiyaan nu shonk rang gudde poun da

mundeyaan nu gudda rang jachda ee ni ve,

piche piche fire kush dasda vi ni ve,

chakda aa time naale takda vi ni ve

piche piche fire kush dasda vi ni ve,

chakda aa time naale takda vi ni ve

baahr naa hon tere hunda menu shak ve

chori chori raha ch gift mere rakh je

alad de shonk sare bina mange pur daa

lena aa stand ve tu pura mere pakh te

bhala aa scheme ve fire jalla ban ke

kedi aa duty jehda thakda vi nyi ve,

piche piche fire kush dasda vi ni ve,

chakda aa time naale takda vi ni ve

piche piche fire kush dasda vi ni ve,

chakda aa time naale takda vi ni ve

kade tej tej kade turda slow ve,

kade mere jwaa jave samne khlo ve

boldi naa gall bhave note sab kardi

ald schema tere dil vich jo ve,

payega kasuta pange meri jaan nu

roni dil diya schema tu dasda vi nyi ve

piche piche fire kush dasda vi ni ve,

chakda aa time naale takda vi ni ve

piche piche fire kush dasda vi ni ve,

chakda aa time naale takda vi ni ve

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The Devil. Art by Ambar Ch.

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Soy Sol: Chapter 12 (I'll Be There Through Every Step)

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Ámbar runs into her apartment with tears falling on her face. She tries to escape into her bedroom, but Simón catches her before she’s able to. “Ámbar, what happened? Why are you crying?” Simón guides her to the couch and she cries on his shoulder in the comfort of his arms. Tears smearing the mascara all over her face. “Remember when I told you I had a meeting with some students from Law school. Well, the truth is I wasn’t going to meet for any school project, I went to go talk to my biological mom,” Ámbar tells Simón. “Look I didn’t mean to lie; I just didn’t feel like hearing anyone tell me how bad of an idea it was. I felt like I owed that moment to myself, to discover more who I am before I married you.”

“Ámbar I would’ve never stopped you and you know I always support you on every decision and step you make. Us getting married means that we have to trust each other. You have to trust me that I’ll always be here for you no matter what. I know it’s tough, to try to discover more who you are. That happened when Luna was trying to discover from who and where she came from.” Ámbar nods and wipes away her tears from the tissue Simón gave her. “It didn’t even matter anyways since part of me doesn’t believe her but then the other part of me wants to. It made sense everything she said but still hurts, a lot,” Simón holds her tight as she tells him everything Sylvania told her.

“Originally I was considering on meeting Sharon as well to have some questions answered but I don’t want to end up feeling hurt again and in tears like today. Maybe I should just leave everything in the past… I don’t know,” Ámbar says. “I know this can be very hard for you but if that’s what you want, I think it’s a good idea, to speak to Sharon even just a little if you’re ready. Maybe it can tie some loose ends, and you can finally have some of those questions answered. That’s the least you deserve.” Ámbar stares to her lap and thinks about it for a second. Simón gently holds her hand and lets her know, “I will always be here, whether you decide to go talk to Sharon or not. I’ll be here every step of the way.” Ámbar holds out her arms and gives Simón a tight hug. She kisses him on the cheek and lays her gentle face on his shoulders again.

Jam and Roller

It’s the next morning and the whole gang is huddled around Delfi as she prepares their skating video. The nerves crowd the air as she finishes the project on her computer. “Done! It’s ready you guys,” she exclaims. Some are anxiously sipping their shakes while others are tightly holding on to their companions. Pedro stares in awe and shows how proud he is of his soulmate and the whole gang. “You guys this is just the first step into making this dream, the Jam and Roller, stay alive and come true. You all should be proud because we have finally came together, worked hard and did an awesome skating routine. We got this,” Luna announces. “On ready, one, two, three… Jam and Roller!!” the gang all chant.

Delfi presses the button on her computer and it’s official, the video has been sent to the competition’s organization. After sharing a group hug with Juliana, they resume to their posts. “Since today is a special day in which we sent the video, I’m willing to give you guys this day off. Enjoy it, you all truly deserve it after how hard you guys have been working,” Juliana lets the team know at the rink. Gastón heads over to where Matteo is at and says, “hmm well someone seems to be saved by the bell.”

“You’re right, speaking of which I’m so excited to finally sing that song, I’ve been working on for Luna. I spent all night practicing it hoping she forgives me, and everything can get back to normal. I hope this plan works,” Matteo chuckles. “Don’t worry amigo, everything will be fine and lately I’ve been seeing her in a much happier mood. I think she even probably forgot about the arguments and such,” Gastón suggests. “Yeah, I hope so.”

Luna rolls by Matteo and he doesn’t help but stare at her. “So, are you going to talk to her, or should I have to do it for you?” Gastón jokes around. Matteo takes his advice and heads to Luna where she is taking off her skates. “Hey Chica Delivery, are you getting ready for the concert I’m having today,” Matteo asks. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Luna giggles. “Glad you said that cause I may or may not have a surprise all planned out,” Matteo comments. Luna gasps and couldn’t help her excitement cloud the air. “Chico Fresa, I didn’t know you were the mysterious type?” Luna and Matteo begin to laugh in synchronicity. “Well, I guess there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me then.” Matteo’s phone begins to buzz. He picks it up and answers the phone call.

Once he has hung up, he lets Luna know he has to leave. “I’m sorry but I have to go now to start preparing for the concert. I would love to continue this conversation, but the surprise won’t reveal itself on its own hmm,” Matteo teases. Nina rushes to Luna after seeing him slip away. “Luna, what was all that giggling?” Nina whispers. “A special moment that truly felt like it hasn’t happened in ages,” Luna responds.

Jazmín and Delfi both sit together on the couch as they discuss their plans on how they’ll find out who the secret admirer is. “So, I was thinking we can look at all the comments of your recent video and maybe find some clues as to who the secret admirer is. I feel like they probably must have known you from your videos I’m assuming,” Delfi states. “Of course, they know me from my videos, I am the most popular on the web. Who honestly wouldn’t want to date me?” Jazmín insists.

A delivery man holding a large bouquet of flowers enters the Jam and Roller and hands them to Jazmín. Delfi stares in shock. Jazmín pulls out the card and reads “Mi amor, I chose these flowers because they represent the beautiful tones of your eyes and bring out your inner sparkle. I hope these make you feel the happiness I feel just seeing you.” Jazmín holds the card close to her chest and doesn’t help but cheer. “Oh my Jazmin, this person is head over heels in love with you,” Delfi says. “I know! Whoever this is, he already sounds so charming.” Delfi is beyond excited for Jazmín but can’t help but feel a little worried for her friend since they still don’t know who this person is. Why are they sending them anonymously? She finds this a little fishy.

Sharon’s Apartment

Ámbar knocks on the door, she shakily turns the knob when she hears the door unlock from the other side. “Come in,” Sharon states while her personal caretaker guides Ámbar to the dining room as Simón follows her in. “Don’t be shy and take a seat.” Ámbar and Simón pull two chairs and sit down in response to Sharon. She slowly takes a sip from her tea as the room fills with silence. Ámbar is beginning to have flashbacks of all the lonely nights she would have being with Sharon.

“It is a pleasure getting to see you again Ámbar, you hadn’t visited in 7 months. I was beginning to worry that maybe you have forgotten about me,” Sharon admitted. “No, it wasn’t like that, I have been just so busy with law school and managing the Jam and Roller. That’s all,” Ámbar replies. “You’ve always been busy, that’s never changed. I suppose that you’re here but not only to just meet me or stop by to say hello because you would’ve done that before. I can sense you’re here for something,” Sharon remarked. Ámbar turns her eyes towards Simón as a sign for help. “Ms. Benson, I don’t mean to intrude but Ámbar has decided to come here to ask about her past,” Simón answers. “I was wondering what made you decide to adopt me?” Ámbar asks.

Sharon takes a deep breath. “In the past, I had always wanted a kid, but it never seemed like the right time. When I heard Sylvania was planning to give her child up for adoption but didn’t know who would be fitting to be the parent of her baby, that’s when I saw it as a sign of fate. It was meant for me to be your mom,” Sharon takes another sip of her tea. “I’m a little surprised since you never seemed like the ‘loving children’ type. No offense or disrespect,” Ámbar comments. “You know I was a lot different before the fire, after that everything felt a lot stressful with life in general.” Sharon reaches out to hold Ámbar’s hand and feels the ring on Ámbar’s finger.

“You’re engaged?” Sharon questions. “Yes,” Ámbar responds. “And you never told me?!” Sharon shows her dismay and stays silent. “Well, it was pretty recent, I was planning to tell you I was just not sure when or how. It’s complicated and you know that plus you never liked Simon anyways,” Ámbar said. “I know we’ve never had such a close relationship but just know I’ll forever regret not being that loving caring parent you deserved to have. I know it’s too late, but I still care about you and love you.” Sharon begins to cry and tries to wipe her tears with her fingers. “I know madrina, I know, and I love you too mom.” Ámbar heads out with Simón since she thinks it’s for the best.

Benson Valente Mansion

Monica is seen gathering some tulle and fabric in the living room. She hears the door unlock and it’s Ámbar and Simón. “Oh, hello guys! I’ve already begun preparing some of the table arrangements for the wedding reception,” Monica states gleefully. Ámbar looks a little flushed and just nods trying to avoid crying. “Mija, what’s the matter? Is everything okay?” Monica seems concerned for Ámbar. When she notices Ámbar doesn’t say anything, she does what she knows best, she hugs her. Ámbar hugs her back.

“Well, I think I should leave you two in private,” Simón whispers to Monica. Simón leaves to the kitchen when they head to the couch as Monica gives Ambar the tissue box. “Have you ever felt empty inside? Feeling as if everyone you knew as a child and grew up lied to you. That your own story held in the hands of someone else. I feel like….. me trying to uncover the pieces are as if their edges are shattered and there’s no way on putting the puzzle together. Nevermind, this all might sound very silly to you,” Ámbar sniffed. Monica thinks for a little bit. “It’s not silly at all Ámbar, it’s normal to feel this way not being able to know your own story of how your life began. But just know it doesn’t make you who you are entirely. For example, when I look at you, I don’t see the girl who was manipulated by her madrina. I see a strong-minded, hardworking, caring young girl beside me who does an excellent job managing the Jam and Roller while attending Law school. Not anyone can pull off all those moves at once, and you do it so effortlessly. You may not know the full story and only some parts of it, but you are not your mother’s mistakes. In fact, I’m proud of you. After everything you went through, you still managed to seek the right path in life, and it worked. You gave it a second chance, you had what’s so important to have, and that is hope. So, when you walk down the aisle wondering ‘who am I,’ you’re Ámbar Smith, the one who overcame it all.”

Ámbar turns to Monica sobbing, but this time with a huge smile on her face, even showing her teeth. “How do you do it?” Ámbar asks. Monica looks at Ámbar with a confused expression. “How do you know exactly what to say at the right time?” Monica smiles back giggling alongside Ámbar. They stay wrapped in each other’s arms on the couch. Ámbar starts glancing at all the beautifully tied table arrangements for her wedding, how you can tell the amount of effort that was put in each one of them. That’s when it hits her.

When they break away from each other’s arms, Ámbar faces Monica. “Can you be the one to walk me down the aisle? You have always been there for me whenever I needed you these past couple of years and…. I don’t know how to say this, but you have showed me how it feels like having a mom. Why wouldn’t I want my mom there?” Ámbar starts tearing up again. “It would be an honor to attend it, and it truly warms my heart hearing you say that. Ever since our family reunited with you and Alfredo, it’s felt much bigger and cozier. I’ve got two daughters, Luna and you. I wouldn’t miss your dress fitting or wedding for the world.” They begin to hug again. Near one of the walls close to the living room, there’s Simón who couldn’t help but smile while spying on them. It makes him feel ecstatic knowing that Ámbar does feel like she has a family now and is not alone, not ever again.

Matteo’s Concert

All of Matteo’s fans begin to huddle up near the pit of the stage. Everyone is beyond excited to hear his collaboration with Viviana on stage for the very first time. Luna enters with Nina. Nina stays holding Luna’s arm, trying not to get dragged away by the crowd of people nearby. “So Luna, how have you been feeling about the whole thing?” Luna turns towards Nina and says, “A little conflicted not going to lie, but I’m here to support Matteo. I’m still a little bit upset at what he did calling me jealous and standing me up on our date, but I think I’ve put it past us. Today is a special day for him and I shall be here for that.” Nina nods in response.

Gastón rushes over to Matteo backstage. “Everything okay amigo?” Matteo picks up his guitar and nervously answers, “Yes. Once Viviana and I stop singing, you turn off the lights and have only the spotlight facing me. Just like old times when I had sang to her Alla Voy. I will sing this song I wrote for her, and it shall feel like we’re the only ones in the room. This night shall be perfect for her.” Gastón approaches him and smiles while patting him on the back. “Don’t worry you got this!”

The crowd starts chanting when the lights turn on as Viviana and Matteo approach the stage. They begin singing into their mics, Viviana doesn’t stop staring at him while Matteo’s eyes are fixated on Luna. He is in awe of how beautiful she looks tonight, even though he feels like Luna looks beautiful all the time.

Luna starts dancing along to the song with Nina, they don’t stop giggling and having a great time. Viviana starts noticing who Matteo can’t keep his eyes off of. She grows green with envy. She never liked Luna and was always hoping he would break up with her. She tries to get really close to him, even at times trying to have a sharing mic moment. Viviana throughout the song doesn’t stop making eye contact with Matteo and keeping him close. When she sees that this doesn’t Luna, or him she reacts quickly. Once the song ends, Viviana standing next to Matteo grabs his neck towards her and kisses him. She has her hand caress his cheek. The fans are screaming with excitement.

As for Luna, she’s speechless. It feels like the world has stopped and she has lost track of her surroundings. When Matteo pushes Viviana off him, he turns and sees Luna running out of the venue crying.

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क्लिककन Clickan Lyrics - Babbu Maan

Clickan Lyrics in Hindi, English. The song is sung by Babbu Maan. The music and lyrics for this new Punjabi Song are given by Babbu Maan. Music Label is Swag Music.

Song Details

Song - ClickanSinger/Lyrics/Music - Babbu MaanAlbum - Pagal ShayarCast - Elly Mangat, Money RomanaVideo - Pamma Saini FilmsLabel - Swag Music

Clickan Lyrics in English - Babbu Maan

Saanu Ni Clickan Paindiyan Saanu Ni Click’an Pendiyan Saanu Hunde Ni View Sarkaare Khadeyan Da Kath Dassda Khadeyan Da Kath Dassda Kaun Kine K Paani Ch Mutiyare Saanu Ni Clickan Pendiyan Ni Saanu Ni Click’an Pendiyan Thele Te Khoppe Chaad Ke Naapan Behge Phan Sapp Da Host Vi Jaali Hasde Behke Lainde Ne Tarara Khali Cup Da Hulk Ni Saaf Karde (Saaf Karde) Oye Hulk Ni Saaf Karde Kade Cheeni Wale Paani De Garaare Saannu Ni Clickan Paindiyan Saannu Hunde Ni View Sarkaare Akhadeyan Da Kath Dasda Akhadeyan Da Kath Dasda Kaun Kinne Ku Pani Ch Mutiyare Sannu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Kaam Jad Dj Saambh Le Pher Chhed Lo Controversy Kende Show Canada Mitron Photo Paindi Ae Mohaliyon Paa Jersey Tutiyan De Naal Mitro Oh Tutiyan De Naal Mitro Kithe Bharde Ne Resle Keyare Saanu Ni Clickan Pendiyan Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Saanu Hunde Ni View Mutiyare Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Aadhe Wali Chah Bechke Banda Dekh Lao Choti De Ja Tikeya Buy Leya Khul Media Kalla Ravish Kumar Nai Bikeya Likhe Koyi Sach Mitron Likhe Koyi Sach Mitro Addi Maare Fer Futtde Fuwaare Saanu Ni Clickan Pendiyan Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Saanu Hunde Ni View Mutiyare Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Pathran De Path De Utte Bin Khuriyan Paaud Nai Chalde Duniya Siyani Ho Gayi Bin Logic’on Gapaud Nai Chalde Jamda Jawaak Mitron Bai Jamda Jawaak Mitron Yaaro Sade Naalo Zyada Hoshiyar Ae Saanu Ni Clickan Pendiyan Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Saanu Hunde Ni View Mutiyare Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Mere Fan Mere Warge Awaaj Maarda Tan Pa Dinde Khauru Hater Vi Khan Gashiyan Behke Net Te Wajunde Doru Jaa Nachde Jununi Mitron Jaa Nachde Jununi Mitro Khunje Hilde Ne Dharti De Saare Saanu Ni Clickan Pendiyan Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Saanu Hunde Ni View Mutiyare Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan X-Ray Ankh Mitron Gal Karda Kade Na Kachi Niri Bakwaas Beliyo Kithe Lagde Mahine Wich 25 Doob Gayi Kisani Mitron Naal Gayak Vi Dubb Gaye Vichare Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Ni Sanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Saanu Hunde Ni View Mutiyare Kadh Dasvandh Dasva Baki Paiseyan Da Foos Udaiye Oh Hi Ae Pajero Jattiye Aa Ae Saal Rang Laal Karaiye Mat Deyi Maan Nu Rabba Mat Deyi Maan Nu Rabba Aape Laa Dayi Ambar Cho Taare Saanu Ni Clickan Pendiyan Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Saanu Hunde Ni View Sarkaare Khadeyan Da Kath Dassda Khadeyan Da Kath Dassda Kaun Kine Ku Paani Ch Mutiyare Saanu Ni Clickan Pendiyan Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan Saanu Ni Clickan Paindiyan Saanu Ni Click’an Paindiyan

Music Video of the song Clickan by Babbu Maan

https://youtu.be/bYzMH5wKVOA

क्लिकान लिरिक्स - बब्बू मान

हिंदी, अंग्रेजी में क्लिककन गीत। गाने को बब्बू मान ने गाया है। इस नए पंजाबी गाने का संगीत और बोल बबलू मान ने दिए हैं। म्यूजिक लेबल स्वैग म्यूजिक है। गाने के बोल साणु नइ क्लीस्काण पिण्डियां सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पंडियां सानु हुन्दे नइ व्यू सरकारे कहाड़ियाँ डा कट्ठ दस्सदा खाड़ेयां डा काठ दस्सदा काऊँ कइने क पानी च मुटियारे सानु नइ क्लीस्काण पंडियां नि साणु नइ क्लिक’आन पंडियां ठेले ते खोपपे चाँद के नापन बेह्गे फं सप्प द होस्ट वि जाली हस्दे बेहके लैंदे ने तररा खली कप द हल्क नइ साफ़ करदे(साफ़ करदी) ओए हल्क नइ साफ़ कर्द कड़े चीनी वाले पानी दे गरारे सान्नू नइ क्लीस्काण पिण्डियां सान्नू हुन्दे नइ व्यू सरकारे आखाडेयां डा काठ दसद आखाड़ियाँ डा काठ दसद कन किन्ने कु पानी च मुटियारे सणु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां कम जड़ साम्भ ले फेर छेड लो कंट्रोवर्सी केंडे शो कनाडा मिटरो पहोतो पैंदी ऐ मोहलियों पा जेरसी तूतियाँ दे नाल मिटरो ओह टूटियां दे नाल मिटरो किथे भरदे ने रेसले केयारे सानु नइ क्लीस्काण पंडियां सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां सानु हुन्दे नइ व्यू मुटियारे सणु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां आढे वालि छह बेचके बन्दा देख लाओ छोटी दे जा टिकेया बी लेय खुल मेडीए काला रविश कुमार नै बिकेया लीखे कोई सच मित्रोण लीखे कोई सच मिटरो आडी मारे फेर फुटड़े फुवारे सानु नइ क्लीस्काण पंडियां सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां सानु हुन्दे नइ व्यू मुटियारे सणु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां पथरान दे पथ दे ट बिन खुरियाँ पाउड नै चलदे दुनिया सियाणी हो ��ायी बिन लॉजिक’ओ गपौड़ नै चलदे जामड़ा जवाक मित्रोँ बाई जंदा जवाक मित्रोँ यारो सैदे नालो ज़यादा होषियार ऐ सानु नइ क्लीस्काण पंडियां सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां सानु हुन्दे नइ व्यू मुटियारे सणु नइ क्लिक’आन पिण्डियां मेरे फेन मेरे वर्गए अवाज मारदा तन प् दिंदे खौर हतर वि खान गाशियां बेहके नेट ते वाजुण्डे दोरु जा नच्दे जूनूनी मित्रोँ जा नच्दे जुनूनी मिटरो कहूँजे हिल्दे ने धरती दे सारे सानु नइ क्लीस्काण पंडियां सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां सानु हुन्दे नइ व्यू मुटियारे सणु नइ क्लिक’आन पिण्डियां स-रे अंख मित्रोण गल करडा कड़े न कचि नीरी बकवास बेलिया किथे लगदे महिने विच २५ दोब गयी किसनी मित्रोँ णल गायक वि डुब्ब गए विचारे सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां नि सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां सानु हुन्दे नइ व्यू मुटियारे कढ़ दसवँध दसवा बाकि पैसेयं डा फूस उड़ाइये ओह ही ऐ पजेरो जट्टिए आ ऐ साल रंग लाल करिये मात देई मान नु रब्ब मात देई मान नु रब्ब आपे ला दायी अम्बार छो तारे सानु नइ क्लीस्काण पंडियां सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां सानु हुन्दे नइ व्यू सरकारे कहाड़ियाँ डा कट्ठ दस्सदा खाड़ेयां डा काठ दस्सदा काऊँ कइने कु पानी च मुटियारे सानु नइ क्लीस्काण पंडियां सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पैन्डियां सानु नइ क्लीस्काण पैन्डियां सानु नइ क्लिक’आन पिंडियां

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गीत - क्लिकानगायक / गीत / संगीत - बबलू मानएल्बम - पागल शायरकास्ट - एली मंगत, मनी रोमानावीडियो - पम्मा सैनी फिल्म्सलेबल - स्वैग संगीत The Full Lyrics for the song Clickan by Babbu Maan. If you have any suggestions or want to suggest any change to the lyrics, please contact us. Find other super hit Punjabi Song Lyrics here. If you liked it, do comment below and Like & Share. Thanks! :-) Read the full article

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[huffletiika]

Hello, stranger.

GASTINA / UNIVERSITY AU

There’s a new app at the campus that allows you to chat with some other student it matches you with according to your hobbies and likes. Nina logs in this app to prove Luna wrong and ends up talking all night long with a very interesting stranger. Little she knows this guy is Gaston, her high school crush, who is also Matteo’s (Luna’s boyfriend) best friend.

Sorry for no updating that fast, real life can be a b**ch. Anyway, I’m lazy... so I didn’t make a proof read, so if you find any mistake, my bad. Hope you like some gastina in your dash. 

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CHAPTER 5 - ABOUT BUBBLY CHAMPAGNE AND MILDLY HONEST CONVERSATIONS     

“Just… don’t say it.” she asked when she met her best friend outside the bathroom, where she had been hiding for the last twenty minutes. She knows what the Mexican girl is going to see, and she doesn’t want to listen it.

“Ok, I won’t say a word” Luna answered, with that bright smile of her. “But, let me tell you something important: Matteo told me that Gastón thinks you hate him.”

She felt taken aback.

“What?! Why?!” She asked, stuttering.

“I don’t know, let me guess…” her friend answered sarcastically. “You run away every time we meet him, you don’t even say ‘hi’ looking at him, you don’t really talk to him… do you want me to continue?”

Nina frowned.

“You are spending too much time with your boyfriend” she said, and then sighed. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him you were just shy, that’s it.” Her best friend replied, and looked around, like if she was checking there was no-one there. “Do you really want him to think you hate him?” her best friend asked, looking worried.

“I prefer that, than knowing I like him.” She answered, in a shy whisper.

What would he do if he knew it? Like, she REALLY liked him, to the point of drawing their initials surrounded by hearts in the back of her notes when she was at school, or saying to herself how nice Nina Perida sounded, and fantasizing with him stopping talking with his friends on the hallway, and walking directly towards her to give her one of those kisses you only watch on the movies. Nope, she preferred him thinking she hated him than knowing the truth, he would laugh at her if he knew it.

But RollerTrack told her to give it a try, and maybe she could just try not to run away every time he is close, and even exchange some words, there was no need for him to know her feelings.

She didn’t know what to do.

“There you are, girls.” A male voice behind her made them jump. “I’ve been looking for you all around the house.” She peeked over her shoulder, and found Simon looking at them with a bright smile. “Do I interrupt something important?”

“No!” Nina answered, some decibels above her normal voice due to panic.

“It doesn’t look like that.” He pointed out. “Are you okay, Nina? Can I do something for you.” Added, with a worried voice.

“It’s nothing, we were just talking about girl’s stuff, you know.” her friend intervened, with a bright smile. Bless her. “Why were you looking for us? Did something happened?” She asked, to change the topic.

“Don’t worry, nothing happened.” He answered, still smiling. “I just wanted to spend a couple of minutes talking with you. I mean, it’s your birthday, and I’ve been with Ambar all the time.”

“Oh, it’s ok… I’ve been with Matteo.” Luna shrugged with a smile on her face. “But, if you want, we can go back to the party, and spend some time together there.” She suggested, and Simon nodded. “Are you coming with us?” she asked her, and Nina shook her head.

“I’ll go get something to drink on the kitchen, and meet you at the party later.” She said, and even if Luna narrowed her eyes on her direction, didn’t say a word to try to convince her otherwise.

Again, bless her.

She just needed a couple of minutes alone, so she could put herself back together, before trying to follow her new plan: stop running away.

 The kitchen was empty. 

Luna’s mother was nowhere to be seen, maybe spending some time in the party, as the dinner had been already served. And the rest of the employees were possibly there too.

She sighed, and walked towards a tray with several glasses of champagne served, taking one of them on her hands. She is not that into drinking alcohol, but is just a little bit of champagne, and that’s nothing compared with the time Luna had convinced her to take a full shot of tequila.

Her throat still burns at the memory.

She took a small sip from her cup, then other. She leaned her back on the kitchen counter, and began to look fixedly at the bubbles that flowed from that liquid, until someone came to the kitchen, getting her out of her thoughts.

It was him.

She felt her legs shaking.

“Uh, I’m sorry.” He said, as she did everything on hand to avoid his sight. “I just wanted something to drink and didn’t want to bother anyone from the staff” He added, and she just nodded.

What else could she do? She felt as if the words were stuck on her throat, talking was not an option in that moment.

“Are you ok?” He asked, as he walked inside the kitchen, and she went back to look at the bubbles on her drink.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m ok.” She tried to sound as chill as possible, and then took a long sip from her drink. She can’t do this, she can’t talk to him. It had been a huge mistake to think otherwise.

She had to go. Now!

“I… I promised Luna I’d meet her on the living room after finding something to drink, so…” she said, and then tried to walk towards the exit, but his voice made her stop.

“Look, I’m sorry.” He said, and she couldn’t help to turn around and look directly at him.

“For what?” she asked, curious.

“I don’t know, whatever it was that I did for you to hate me.” He replied, looking tired.

“You did nothing.” She answered, without hesitation.

“Then it must be something you heard about me.” He continued. “Look, if it’s because of the things my ex-girlfriend was saying after we broke up, none of them are true. She was just being salty about how it all ended, I’m not that kind of guy, I…”

She raised her hand to stop him.

Yeah, she knew about the rumors Delfina was spreading about him, everybody knew about them, but she didn’t believe any of those things, not even for a second. She knew him, they hadn’t talked at all before those stupid comments started to spread around the campus, but somehow she was sure about the fact he couldn’t do such things.

“I don’t hate you.” She said.

“Then, why are you avoiding me?” He asked, taken aback.

“I’m just… I don’t…” she didn’t know what to say. “I’m not good at social interaction in any kind of way, I feel too much anxiety, and so I rather avoid talking with people… in general.” She explains.

Well, she is not being a hundred percent honest, but at least she’s no lying about her anxiety problem.

“But you talk with Luna, and you don’t look any anxious while doing it.”

“Well, she is my roommate, and my best friend.”  She explains.

“And Matteo?” He is trying to break her argument.

“He is my roommate’s boyfriend, he spends more time in my apartment than myself.” She explains. “And, anyway, he only focus on Luna when we are talking, and that makes it lot easier.”

Again, she wasn’t lying on this statement.

He sighed.

“So, are we cool?” he asked, after a minute of hesitation.

“We are.” She said, with the glimpse of a shy smile dancing slowly on her lips. “Now, can I go to meet my best friend? I mean, it’s her birthday, I should be with her.”

He smiled.

“Yeah, of course.” He got a glass of champagne for himself. “May I go with you? I mean, my best friend must be there where your best friend is, it’s well known he can’t help orbiting around her all the time.”

She would be having a panic attack about him suggesting walking besides her for a period of time, leave it, she should be freaking out because they have been alone talking on the kitchen, but that pun made her giggle and forget about any of her worries.

It wasn’t even funny, but somehow, coming from him, it was.

What was wrong with her?

“I guess you are right.” She said, her cheeks turning red. “We should be going, then.” She added, and started walking to the living room, feeling too conscious about him walking a couple of steps behind her.

“But, can we do something before heading back there?” she heard him say, and she turned around just to find him just a few steps away from her. Her face went full red. “Can we start over?” He extended his hand. “I’m Gastón.”

She felt her heartbeat raising, as she knew she had to touch him.

“Nina” she answered, shaking his hand, and she felt an electric current going through her skin as soon as their hands touched, so she quickly parted away.

 “Tell me everything”

Her best friend looked like a very excited Chihuahua, bouncing around the small apartment they shared near to the campus, after shouting the door behind them.

“There’s not much to tell.” She said, taking off her jacket. “He approached me when I was at the kitchen getting something to drink, and we talked, that’s all.”

Luna rolled her eyes.

“I need details! What did you talk about? Because you looked very friendly when you met Matteo and I at the living room.” She insisted, while leaving her presents on the table. Matteo’s one was the only one she was wearing, a very cute bracelet with some nice pendants: a roller skate, a moon, a sun, a milkshake, and a strawberry. Nina asked herself how would it be to have a boyfriend, she has never had one.

“He asked me if I was mad at him.” She explained. “And I told him I’m not. Then, he asked me why I was avoiding him, and I told him I’m just shy. Something that, for the record, is true.”

“I’m not saying otherwise.” Her friend said, with a huge smile.

“I know, but I needed to point that out.”

“Ok.” She smiled widely. “So now you’re friends” Nina didn’t like the tone her friend used for that question.

“I think we are more like acquaintances.” She answered. “I mean, I’m going to try not running away when he is around, and I guess it wouldn’t kill to say some words to him, answer when he asks me something.” She answered, but the truth is she was freaking out.

How could she talk with him without him figuring out about the massive crush she has on him? She needed to be very careful not showing her feelings towards him. 

#Soy Luna #Soy Luna Fanfic #SL Fanfic #Gastina #Gaston Perida #Gaston Agüero #I can't get used to this new last name #Nina Simoneti #nina&gaston #Lutteo #Luna Valente #Matteo Balsano #i hope you like it #strangerfic #UniversityAU #Written by me