One Shots | SIMBAR

it seems to me, for every time, i'm getting more openhearted

prompt: simón comforting ámbar after being left by her squad (delfi bc of pelfi's break up and jazmín bc she has a crush on simón but he has one on Ámbar) 

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"Why the long face?"

She had been distracted watching (and cursing) her two friends three tables away from her; mad at them for being childish and leaving her sitting alone, making her look like a complete friendless loser, that she hadn't realized when the guitarist had taken the seat beside her.

Simón's voice surprised her.

Ámbar turned to look at him, but was unsurprised to his always present grin and friendly eyes looking at her, honest concern hiding behind them. She almost groaned out loud.

The least thing she needed was to talk to one of the reasons her friends were acting ridiculously for.

"I was born with it, can't really do much about it."

His grin got a little bigger.

"It's a pretty face," he agreed, "but I'm sure a smile would make it even prettier."

She had to contain the grimace from appearing on her face. "Right."

Simón laughed, "I'm just trying to be nice." She didn't know what to respond to this, so she just waited until he said something else. Simón paused for a moment, unsure how to continue and do what he had come for; he then looked past her, and nodded to where Delfina and Jazmín were, before finally asking, "did something happen between you and your friends?"

"Corny and nosy."

"It's called being nice." He tried to defend himself, but it only made her shake her head at him, "you can tell me, you know? I won't judge or tell it to anybody."

"Anybody but Luna, I'm guessing." She snorted, not believing his word. The boy grimaced a little, however, it didn't stop him from trying again.

"I tell Luna a lot of stuff, but I can keep secrets, Ámbar."

She eyed him carefully. After being her skating partner for three months, she knew he was a nice guy. He worked hard, and would fight anyone to defend what he thought was right, even her. They've had their own little disagreements over steps and lifts, but the moment they stepped out of the rink it'd be as if her little dabs were never told, and go to his usual friendly and nice self. He was like his best friend in many ways, always choosing to be nice over a grudge. She guessed that's why they got along so well, because they were basically the same person split in two bodies.

"I doubt it," he was about to protest, but she didn't let him, "and you can stop. We both know you know why they're acting this way."

"Pedro may have told me a little, I guess." He admitted sheepishly.

"Delfi blames me because he keeps turning her apologies down, as if I was to be responsible for his attitude," she huffed. Simón blinked a couple times, confused.

"Weren't you the one that told her to change?"

"She was the one who decided to come back and. I never told her to." Simón could tell his words had offender her, so he placed his left hand on her right, squeezing lightly as an apology, as she continued, "and independently if she changed or not, that's on them, I can't do anything to help with that."

Simón stared at her for a minute, and she looked right back at him. He was clearly looking for something. What, she couldn't guess, but she could play along until she found out.