You took Cristo's clothes, quickly putting them on before marching out the door. You went back to the group, everyone's a little too drunk to read your expression and body language, apart from one person.
Unable to enjoy the party now, you decided that you would go back up to your room. You're broken hearted, as the person you loved, had being playing you the whole night! You're so confused, Pablo had a crush on you, how did you not notice.
However, someone knocked on your bedroom door. "Vete Cristo. (Go away Cristo.)" You muttered, annoyed.
"No es Cristo, es Pablo. (It's not Cristo, it's Pablo.)" He whispered.
Confused, you exclaimed "Puedes venir en Pablo. (You can come in Pablo.) Following your demand, he crept in, shutting the door quietly behind him.
"Gracias. (Thank you.) He replied, walking over to you, "¿Puedo? (Can I?)", pointing at the space next to you on the bed. You nod, as he sat down beside you. You two sat awkwardly before he began "Lo siento acerca de Cristo. (I'm sorry about Cristo.)"
"Gracias, para ser honesto, pensé que lo serío un completo idiota.(Thanks, to be honest I thought he would be a total idiot.)" I mumbled, making him giggle.
"Entonces, ¿por qué te gustaba el y coqueteabas con él si ya lo sabías? (So why did you like him and flirt with him if you already knew?) He puzzled, refusing to look you in the eye.
"Realmente no lo sé, supongo que me enamoré más de el apariencia que de su personalidad. ¡Me siento estúpido! (I really don't know, I guess I fell more in love with his appearance than his personality. I feel stupid!)" You stuttered, putting your head in your hands.
Suddenly you felt Pablo, gently pull your hands from your face, "No te preocupes, todo el mundo ha experimentado escenarios similares. (Don't worry, everyone has experienced similar scenarios.) You look up at him, when you eyes met. He simply smiled, before looking away nervously.
There was something about Pablo that made your heart flutter a little. He's different.
[Pablo's POV]
Would it be weird if I made a move now? I mean she Is heartbroken. I shouldn't!
She suddenly rested her head on my shoulder. My heart began to race. I've never been this close to her before. This was new! I like it! She looks so beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have her, even if it wasn't me, she deserves the world!
Y/n then wrapped her arms around my torso, "Gracias Pablo, eres tan amable que cualquier chica tendría suerte de tenerte como novio. (Thank you Pablo, you're so kind, any girl would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend.) I smiled at her words. Maybe one day I can be hers.
I softly kissed the top of her head, which made her look up at me. "Siento. (Sorry)" I apologised, sheepishly.
"¿Para qué? (For what?) She asked, sitting back up.
"besándote tu. (Kissing you.) I answered, nervously.
"¿por qué? (Why?) She pondered, looking at me, curious.
"No sé. (I don't know.) I replied.
"Pablo..." She sighed
"Sí. (Yeah.)" I whispered, worried.
Suddenly, I felt her hands cup my face, forcing me to look at her. She awkwardly smiled, before taking her hands off me, embarrassed. Quickly, I grabbed her hands back placing them on my face again, making her blush. I also placed my hands on her face and then I leant in putting my lips on hers...
I've been waiting for this moment.
She hungrily slid her tongue into my mouth, playing with mine. As we both began to grow more intimate and passionate, I pushed her down on the bed, so I was on top. "¡Ahora déjame tomar la ropa barata de Cristo de ti, mi amor! (Now let me take Cristo's cheap clothes off you, my love!)"