Matteo's P.O.V
"Why do you even listen to this kind of music? It's terrible!" Kyla shouted over the music, and I just smirked. That's what she gets for calling me, bro. I put on classical music, dont get me wrong, I hate it too. A small price to pay.
"So. Matteo, I should come up with a nickname for you. How about Matt-no, no, no." She shook her head and cringed. I laughed.
"Matteo. It's an original and it suits you." She smiled, and I felt the euphoria I always feel when I'm around her.
"We need to go home." I said nonchalantly as I parked by the small beach house. She turned to face me. She was angry, but she compressed her anger into a nonchalant expression.
"No." She simply said as she shut the door. She halted as she was about to take one more step. "You can go home. I'm perfectly capable of going back when I want to." She strided inside, and I groaned.
She is so infuriating. She does not give in that easily. I stayed in the car contemplating whether I wanted to follow her or not. I obviously did.
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Kyla's P.O.V
I tiptoed upstairs without wanting to get caught wearing Matteo clothes. I got to my room, I took off his clothes, and I showered. I took a cold shower to be specific because a, it was hot and b, I was hot.
His touch felt so good. I can't believe I let him have my first intimate moment. Actually, I can. It was predictable.
I came out deciding to let my hair down, I first separated my hair, only the first quarter of the front, into asymmetrical parts which I put a butterfly clip on the side that and less hair letting the strands on the otherside fall out. I wore baby blue cotton shots and a shirt with atoms all around. I can't help it. I love science.
I wore my glasses, and I went downstairs. Ms. Velazquez was not happy when she saw Matteo. Wait, Matteo? He actually followed me here? Maybe he does really like me. Seeing as how he acts, he follows a random girl to a random place.
"I'm so sorry, Ms Velasquez. This is my friend Matteo." I introduced him, and he didn't even crack a smile once. Would it kill you to smile once in a while?
"Oh. Nice to meet you, young man." Ms Velazquez smiled awkwardly to his demeaning aura.
"Pleased to meet your acquaintance." He shook her hand firmly, and he turned to look at me. I gave him a pointed look.
"Princessa! You're back. I was worried." Milo hugged my waist, and his eyes traveled to Matteo. Matteo raised an eyebrow, looking down on Milo.
"Who is this?" He gestured to Matteo. "Oh, it's just my friend." I laughed nervously at how I said the word friend. What? He is definitely my friend. It's not like I'm in denial or something.
"Cool. You're my princessa." He hugged me even tighter, and I could I see from the way he was looking at the poor kid. He wanted to disintegrate him. It could be done by just looking at him. If looks could kill.
"She's not yours." Matteo gritted out, and I raised an eyebrow, so did Milo.
"I met her before you. Finders keepers, lovers weepers." Milo stepped, and I was astounded by his courage, but it is probably because he is a child, and he does not care.
"Wanna bet who she likes the most ragazzino?" He smirked, and I folded my arms, looking at him in disbelief.
"Yeah. Right Kyla?" He looked at me with those puppy eyes I could not resist. There's that handsome face, too. Decisions, decisions.
"I am not an object. Therefore, I am not owned." I huffed, and I strided to the kitchen to help Ms Velazquez with the cooking. I saw her making a meal. The aroma was delightful. I can now know the cooking process of how those delicious meals come to life.
"Mi hija. You can do the dishes for me if you want to help." She pointed to the mountain of dishes. I walked over to them, and I turned on the tap to watch the water run. It's funny how H²O comes in different states of matter, seeing as it can become ice and then a gas, but it could still be called H²O.
I finished doing the last of the dishes, and I think Ms Velasquez finished making a meal. I was hungry, and I could use food right about now.
"So where were you?" She turned to ask me, and my body tensed up. Come on, brain, you can memorise what the molecular structure of Trimethylamine, but you can't think of a simple excuse?
"Umm. Sleepover?" It came as more of a question. Why do I even do that?
"Sure. Is he your boyfriend?" She asked nonchalantly, gesturing to a bothered Matteo who is being pestered by a kid. I'm surprised he hasn't even considered killing him yet. Or maybe he is.
"No. We're just friends." I shrugged, sitting on one of the table seats.
"Come on, Mi hija. I might be old, but I'm not that old. I could see the emotion through the eyes that you like him." She said, and it is true, I like Matteo. I'm attracted to him, but sometimes I feel that I do not want to be attracted to him. And Ms Velazquez does not look a day over 20.
Since she saw me not responding. She changed the topic and gave me a plate full of food to give to Matteo. I nodded, grateful that she did not pester too much on it.
I walked to Matteo, and he his facial softened when he saw me, but he looked like he wanted to disintegrate Milo. "I was teaching the guy how to get a woman." Milo said, and I chuckled. If only Milo knew that half the population of women in this world wanted him.
"Your information was irrelevant to me. You're just a simple-minded kid." He waved him off as he dug in his food.
"Big words like that is why women won't want you." Milo pointed out while folding his arms. "My point." Matteo pointed to Milo, who pouted.
"You're arguing with a kid." I said, giving him an 'are you kidding' looking. He responded,'Yes' with the eyes. I rolled my eyes at him, and he rolled his back. This continued until my eyes were sore.
I sat beside him on the couch, and Milo was just about to sit with us on the couch, but Matteo pulled me closer to him so Milo couldn't sit in between us.
"Really?" I asked while digging into this food, and Matteo shrugged while eating the food. Milo folded his arms and looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I could resist thoughs so I took him to sit on top of my lap.
Matteo gave me a look, a dangerous look. I shrugged.
"So. Matteo. What do you do?" Ms Velazquez asked, looking at him inquisitively. I expected Matteo to tense up, but instead, he relaxed.
"I'm a doctor." He said, and I raised an eyebrow. The irony in this statement is too much. He is a doctor, yet he kills people at the same time.
"Oh, that's nice. That reminds me. We need to get ready to see Miley. Her surgery will start at 3 pm." She said, taking her plate along with ours. I was not even done eating that. I immediately tensed. I didn't know that Miley's surgery was now.
"Is he coming with?" Milo asked as he got off my lap. I looked at him expectedly.
"I do not like children, but if I must keep this one and his grubby little hands off you. So yeah. I am." Matteo stood up, and Milo was practically angry that nothing could've prevented this from happening. Matteo is seriously jealous of a kid.
Milo pulled me to a corner in the house.
"Princessa, I do not like him." Milo pouted as if he was on the verge of tears. I sometimes forget that he's a child.
"But Milo. He's my friend too." I kneeled so I could at him directly in the eyes.
"I know, but I feel like he'll take you away." He said, and I gave him a sad look. I guess that's why he has been getting in Matteo's hair.
"He won't. Pinky promise." I held my pinky up, and he connected his to mine, I tightened it, knowing very well that I would keep that promise with all my might.
"Come on. Let's see your sister." I said as I got up from my knees.
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Milo and Matteo started to stand each other, at least for my sake. Matteo is not fond of children. I could see from the way he was entering the children's hospital. I was met with a familiar face once again.
It was Barbie. Yes, peachy, pink perfect barbie. What a doll. Haha, get it. Okay, I will stop attempting to make jokes now.
She strided towards us, and her expression changed into a one of a caring nurse rather than an egotistical maniac.
"I'm sure you and this very gorgeous man are here to see little Miley. Right this way." She smiled, but it was not genuine. I could see that it was forced through her eyes.
Unfortunately, Ms Velasquez could not make it since a big investor is coming to her restaurant on the same day she has to go to Miley's chemotherapy. She was devastated that the investor could not come any other day except for today, so she had to go. She was working hard for Miley and Milo, which is why she trusted me to look after Milo and check on Miley. I could see how heartbroken she was. No parent likes seeing their children go to surgery without holding their hand.
I respectfully nodded at her while she batted her fake eyelashes towards Matteo, and he didn't seem to be fazed. At least one bit.
"Are you coming?" I turned to face him, folding my arms.
"No." He gruffly replied, and I swear I saw Barbie's smile getting wider. I pretended not to care. I could see what game Matteo was playing. He was trying to make me jealous by staying here knowing very well that the nurse had eyes on him.
"Okay. Milo, let's go see your sister." I held my hand out for him to hold.
He nodded, and we were on our way. I entered a familiar door, and there were doctors taking Miley who was lying on a gurney. She looked scared, and I could see that she had gotten more pale.
"Ma'am, only family here." A male doctor had said I faced him. He was wearing a mask over the bottom half of his face. Only his eyes appear to be visible. They are Hazel eyes. He was wearing something blue covering his hair like a hair net.
"I am." I stated, and he looked between Milo and I trying to find the resemblance between us. "I'm his older sister." I stated so it could be believable. I kept my eyes trained on him, erasing a trace that he could find out that I'm lying.
"Can I please see my sister?" Milo's voice trembled, and I gave the doctor a pointed look. Milo definitely knows how to act, but I knew that he really did want to see his sister.
He nodded, and he let us see her. Her eyes were barely awake. She was wheezing. Oh, sweet Miley. You will get better. I'll make you better, even if it is the last thing I do.
"Miley. You are going to be okay. Kyla's here. You'll be fine. You'll be able to giggle if you did something wrong, again." Milo said, petting her hair.
That made me a little sad, but I came closer to her, and I held her tiny little hand.
"Miley?" I called out, and she looked at me weakly. "Kyla. I'm scared. I don't wanna lose all my hair." She cries, and I wiped her tears.
"You were a big girl just a few days ago." I pointed out, and she nodded. I wiped her tears and kissed her forehead head.
"Baby. I'll hold your hand before you go in there and I'll be there when you get out." I gently squeezed her hand, and she nodded. She didn't have the energy to ask where her mom was. The doctors started taking her away, and I could not help but shed a tear. I've grown fond of that little girl, and I hope they'll be able to save her.
"It's okay, princessa, I got you." Milo hugged me, and I returned her hug.
We walked out of the room, and Matteo had a deeper scowl than he had a few hours ago. He saw my tear stained face, and he went to me.
"What happened?" He asked Milo in a calm voice. "She's just sad that something might go bad with Miley." Milo said, and I silently sobbed.
"Po favor, my little sunshine. Don't cry." Matteo engulfed me into a hug.
Milo had a skeptical look on his face as he looked at us. "I'll perform the chemo." Matteo said.
What?
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A/N
I think we've pretty much established that Matteo would do anything for Kyla and even perform surgery. Let's see what'll happen next. Don't forget to vote!