Hey, cupcakes!! Seems I'm excited, hum? Enjoy this new chapter!! Uh, one more thing!! This chapter goes to violettastory_13 who doesn't have Violetta Live in her country!!
The bright morning light reflects through the window and I wake up. I check my phone. 9.30 am. I rub my face and soon get up for breakfast. I open the door to hear two male voices talking. One I can easily recognize, it's my father's, to find out the other I have to sneak over the kind of balcony. The other voice is León!
- León cannot see me like this! - I think.
I go back to my room on tiptoes and quickly have a shower, dress up and make up. After all that, I make my bed and, because I want to, I make a braid that drops on my right shoulder.
- León?! - I pretend to be surprised, walking down the stairs.
- Hey! - He smiles.
- What are you doing here? I thought you were going to sleep all morning. - I ask.
- Your dad invited me to have lunch here and, then, we can go and see through all the photos I brought. - He explains, while my dad hugs me left sided and kisses me on the forehead.
- Oh, nice... - I genuinely smile. - Well, I'm starving.
I walk towards the table and seat. I pick orange juice and put butter on a toast.
- So you were talking about that music school. - I immediately look at them. They are talking about Studio.
- Yes. You learn a lot there. Gives you experience.
- What do you mean?
- Outside programs come to do some competitions. The prizes are different. For example, this year the You-Mix Show is joining us. We audition, pass through several phases and the winner has the possibility to record a CD to You-Mix. You understand?
- Yes, totally. - My dad nods.
- She's amazingly talented. It would be very good for the Studio and for her. - León compliments me.
I am hearing all of this in the dining room. Is my dad considering to put me at a music school? Is this happening? He's giving me freedom? Wow! But... I just sing well. I bet lots of students there sing so much better than me, for example, León. I don't know...
- Should be interesting talking about me without me, hum? - I joke.
- A lot! - León shoots.
I get up and go upstairs.
- Coming in a minute.
I enter the bathroom and brush my teeth vigorously. At the end, I smile at the mirror checking my white teeth. I next go to my room and put inside my brown shoulder belt bag my phone, home keys and sunglasses and leave downstairs.
- Let's go. - I demand, dragging León with me.
- Where to? - He replies, confused.
- A walk. Fresh air. Get out of here. Come on! - I ask, with my hand still holding León's wrist.
- Ok, ok.
- Bye, dad.
- Bye, sweetie! - My dad says, walking to his office.
Once outside, I put on my sunglasses.
- What a swag, Vilu. - He smirks.
- Shut up. - I hit him, playfully.
We soon reach The Buenos Aires Park.
- This park is so beautiful. - I comment.
- I know. See that diversion park for kids? - He points at an enclosure, where there's a slide, some swings and other child things.
- Yeah. - I confirm.
- We used to play there together.
- Really?
- Yes. I have pictures of that.
- Cool! I can't wait to see your kid face! - I laugh.
He joins. In the following moment of silence, I think of what we were going through.
- Do you realise this?
- Realise what?
- We used to came here as kids, separated and came back together again to the same place, years after? - I ask.
- You're right.
- And to celebrate this, let's take a selfie.
We burst into laughter as I take my phone out and press 'Camera'.
- Ready?
He moans in concordance.
- 3, 2, 1...
Click. The camera takes the photo and we see it joining our heads, not realising how close our faces were. We awkwardly move away.
- Great pic! - I comment, obviously blushing.
- Yeah.
A deep silence comes after broke by León.
- So... you enjoyed the party?
- A lot. And... I guess I have to thank you about that. - I say.
- Why? - He asks, confused.
- If it wasn't you, being a stalker, coming to my house at night and asking my dad if I could go to that party, I would have never go. - I say, in a joke tone.
- Stalker? - He laughs.
- Yeah! - I join.
- But, ummm... no problem. Anytime. - He has a sincere smile on his face.
I go near the lake and a fresh breeze is coming from it. I suddenly feel his eyes on me.
- What?
- Nothing. - He shrugs.
I hear a piano song coming out from my bag. It's my phone.
- Dad?
- Yeah. Ummm... Just checking on you.
- Really? I'm seventeen! - I yell.
- I know... Sorry. I won't call you more. Sorry.
- Bye. - I say, before press 'End call'.
- Why is he so overprotective?
- He's your father. - León comes closer.
- But I'm seventeen! He doesn't have to control me every hour. - I protest. - And it hurts me that he doesn't trust me.
León embraces me.
- He trusts you. He just cares about you. Maybe more than he should. - He softly says.
Then we pull and I give him a weak smile.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
- Wanna a tour to Buenos Aires? - He tries to cheer me up.
My face lightens with a wide smile.
- I would love to!
He takes my hand and we run till the entrance of the park. Then he showed me lots of shops, cafes and bars, some interesting monuments and historical places. In two hours we saw half of what is this amazing city.
- Did you liked it? - He asks.
- I loved it! - I cheer.
- We have go back home. It's 12.30 am!
- Sure, daddy number two! - I joke.
He smiles and in twenty minutes we arrive to my house.
- You're already back, sweetie! - My dad says.
- Yeah.
- Umm... sorry about being... overprotective. I know it's stupid, b-
- But nothing. You do it because you care about me. I understand. - I interrupt him, before hugging him.
While the hug, I winked at León. He was right. I had to realise my father always did what was best for me.
- Lunch's ready! - I hear Olga shouting from the dinner room.
I put my bag on the couch and sit next to León.
- Dad! León showed me a lot from Buenos Aires! - I comment, after a bit.
- Really? And what did you think? - He asks.
- It was amazing! I didn’t remember most of it. - I widely smile, sharing a look with León.
After we finished lunch, León and I went to my room.
- Where are the pictures? - I excitedly ask.
- Dammit! Downstairs! - He complains, leaving my room.
In a minute he comes back and we seat on my bed with our legs crossed. He gently opens the box, to keep me on suspense. I quickly take an album that says "Leonetta 1999".
- That is when we're three. - He comments.
- What is Leonetta? - I asked confused.
- It's the fusion of our names. León plus Violetta is Leonetta. - He explains.
- Cool!
I smile and then look back to the album. It's blue and has white stripes. I open it slowly like I am trying not to damage it, ignoring the smirk that León is doing right now. The first picture was we hugging in the park. We looked so cute! The next one was in my bedroom. León was hanging a toy car and I was holding a doll. We should be probably playing at "Saving the Princess". Does that game exist?
Lots of pictures came after those two. Very similar, to be honest. Or we were playing, or hugging, or doing something else together.
- Looks like we're inseparable! - I face him, after closing the album and put it in its place.
- Like brother and sister. - He smiles.
I smile back, thinking about that "brother and sister".
- Wow, this is a lot! - I say, curiously looking over the box.
- Yeah! Let's go!
We started to look through those old albums full of pictures, each of them with a story. León told most of them with the most wonderful smile on his face. He seemed to miss those times. But I wasn't bored, each story was amazing and the way he told them made it even more interesting. When we finished, it was late.
- No way! - I shock.
- What?
- It's 6 pm! - I have my eyes wide open.
- Really? Time flies!
I nod and then notice a book left on the box. I grabbed it.
- "Leonetta" with the infinite symbol? - I ask.
He giggles.
- That scrapbook... we made it together. It's filled with more old photos and written things, with our handwriting. - He explains.
- With less than five we could write? - I suddenly say, shocked with that early age.
- My mum was and still is a primary teacher. She taught us simple things.
I smile and open it. The first thing I see is a photo of me and León hugging. Seemed like a tradition. Next to it, a child handwriting, which I recognize as mine, says "Memories of Leonetta". I turn the page and see lots of other pictures each one with a description below. At the end there, I notice that there are several blank pages.
- That's it. - He says.
- Wow, thank you so much for showing me this! It was amazing! I start remembering some things.- I widely smile, helping León to put everything back to its place.
- Good. - He smiles too.
When we finish, I glance at a picture on my desk. My mum is embracing me and we are both laughing. I weakly smile at it.
- Are you okay? - León moves closer to me and holds my hands.
- No, I'm fine... - I pretend a smile.
- Really? - He smirks.
I pause and give up.
- No.
- Is it your mother? - He softly asks.
I look up to him and see his freaking worried face.
- Yes. There's not a day I don't think about her, about how she died, about everything that happened. I miss her so much. You have no idea. I wish she was standing right here, next to me, to give me advices, to help me out. I look to the other girls and see what I will never ever have. They go on vacations together, they go shopping together, they share clothes, shoes, experience, memories… And I will never have that. I wish so bad she could be still alive... - I explain, struggling to hold my tears back.
Before I know it, he embraces me in his arms and that's when I release my crying. I wet his shirt but, obviously, he doesn't care. I continue as he rubs my back, to comfort me. When I pull away, he holds my hands again.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
He then gently wipes my tears and pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. He stretches to reach a box of tissues and hands one to me. I blow to the tissue and then he gives me another to wipe all my left tears. I take a deep breath and smile at him.
- You are an amazing friend, you that?
- I know. - He says, with a serious face while I giggle. - Now, I want you to be okay, have dinner and then rest. Everything will be okay, okay?
I positively nod.
- I'll take you downstairs.
He holds the box and comes with me downstairs.
- You're leaving already, León? - My dad asks, coming out of his office.
- Yes, Germán. - León smiles.
- Liked it, Vilu? - My dad turns to me.
- A lot!
- Germán! An important call! - Ramallo call from inside the office.
- Coming! No need to yell! - My dad says to his assistant. - Anytime, this house is opened for you, you know that. Bye!
- Bye! Thank you! - León says.
The door closes.
- Well, I guess I'll go.
- Ok.
- Thank you, Vilu. - He smiles.
- No. I have to thank you... again.
We hug and then he gives me a kiss on the cheek. I blush and then he leaves.
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