Dear María
Do You Want To Be With Somebody Like Me?
MARIA'S POV
While we were waiting for the guys to come by the bus, we started to talk with their tour bus’ driver, who excused himself to take a nap. I don’t blame him, he drove all night and had a few hours to rest when they got to the destination.
"So, what's up with you and Jack?" Olga turned to me with a grin on her face, looking at me carefully, looking for a reaction. "I'm sure meeting the guy you are supposely banging in a fanfiction must be interesting" she giggled.
"I don't know what kind of fanfictions you read, Olga," I turned to her, smiling, "but please stop it. And, by the way, just to answer your question: it's very awkward"
"Yeah, I imagine it is" there was a pause, when she looked at me, this time seriously. "What were you and Oriol talking about your future competitions over Europe?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, since-" I was cut off by someone shouting "Boo" behind me, making me jump a bit.
"Hey, have you enjoyed the show?" asked Jack, who was holding his laugher.
"Hell, yeah! It was amazing!" shouted my cousin, her voice getting louder.
There were a few grins from the guys and suddenly an uncomfortable silence started to grow between us, not knowing what to say next. I decided to break the silence.
"So, how about we go to a bar or something and hang around?" I suggested.
"Yeah, sounds great!" cheered Alex.
"You guys know anywhere we could go?" I asked.
"Yeah, I know a pretty cool place a few blocks from here" Rian joined.
"Let's go, then" I smiled and walked behind Rian and Zack, Olga following them, while I walked between Jack and Alex, who were cracking some of their famous dick jokes.
"Oh, María, did Jack tell you he took a picture of you before the competition?" Zack, ironically asked.
I turned to Jack, who looked down and grabbed his phone. He handed me his phone and I looked at a photo of me and Estrategos, when I was 'threatening' him not to mess with Olga. I chuckled. It was a very cute picture and we both looked like two little angels.
When I saw Jack wasn't looking, I put my phone number in his contacts and quickly went to the photo again. I passed him his phone again. He was blushing.
"Aww, Jack. You're blushing!" I giggled, he looked at me a moment before he started to blush harder and turned away. I hugged his side. "Don't hide, it's cute!" I chuckled softly. I pulled away slowly and smiled at him. He smiled back, snaking his arm around my waist. He didn't put his hand too high or too low, so it was a friendly gesture and we walked into the bar like that.
The bar was small, but looked big enough to throw a small party with friends and some family members. It looked familiar, not in the sense of I've-been-here-before, but as in the it's-so-comfy way. I loved it. We sat down in a corner and ordered beer for everyone.
JACK'S POV
As we kept talking, I couldn't stop thinking about what María had said before going to the bar, she was going on a kind of competition tour around Europe?
I've seen a few videos of her with Stella, her dampled andalusian mare, and I've heard a lot about Stella being an over-protective sassy bitch when people are around María. There were very cute pictures of them together, but there were hundreds of photos which showed practically the same: a very drunk, but sleepy María, lying next to Stella, bottle in hand, make up streaming down her face. Those images scared me a bit and made me wonder who was María, deep down. What happened to her? There were rumours stating María always ended up in Stella's paddock if she got drunk in Catalonia or Madrid, no matter what, she got there by morning. I thought that was fascinating but, in the other hand, quite sad.
I didn't notice I'd zoned out until I saw all eyes were on me.
"Sorry, ...what?" I looked confused.
"What were you thinking about?" María asked me, she was leaning closer to me, holding her head with her hand, her elbow on her thigh.
Now I noticed something weird: in her videos, María looks slim, a bit curvy but with no signs of fat or anything; in other people's videos, she looks skinnier; and in real life, she is a lot more skinny than it looks like! She was almost skin and bones, almost because, thanks to horseback riding, she had a defined figure and defined little muscles.
"Hmm, about you actually" her eyes widened, as a small blush appeared on her cheeks, she nodded to let me speak. "I think I've heard something about you touring Europe? For competitions or something?" I shrugged. She smiled. Oh god, that smile.
That reminded me of the walk to the bar, when she hugged me. It felt weird but I instantly felt comfortable, her arms around me for a second, pressing her body against mine... I stopped thinking about her touch, or this would turn out to be an erotic description of her body soon.
I don't know what happened next, but I found myself dancing to a slow, classic rock 'n' roll song next to María. I think I was a bit drunk, because I didn't move properly and I remember things with a blur.
I remember putting my hands on her hips, just where her long-sleeved shirt hung on her skin, I unconsciously put my hands under her shirt, but removed them when I got a bit higher, I felt a raspy surface, where I guessed there were short and thin lines on her hips. The next thing I remember is staring into her eyes sadly and see her walk away, grabbing my hand, just to notice her sleeve rolling up a bit, revealing more scars on her forearm and how quickly she rolled the sleeve back down, but my eyes, despite the fact of being tired and being controlled by a slightly drunk brain, were quicker. I squeezed her hand a bit, earning a sad smile from María and a hug.
The next thing I remember is being carried to the bus by María and Rian and, just before she walked away, I remember saying:
"Hey, I don't have your phone number" as I mentioned it, she chuckled a bit.
"You do" she winked at me and walked away towards Olga, who was already waiting for he by their hired car. What did she mean? When-?
I wanted to get some answers but, before I could ask, my drunk mind said stop and I passed out.
While we were waiting for the guys to come by the bus, we started to talk with their tour bus’ driver, who excused himself to take a nap. I don’t blame him, he drove all night and had a few hours to rest when they got to the destination.
"So, what's up with you and Jack?" Olga turned to me with a grin on her face, looking at me carefully, looking for a reaction. "I'm sure meeting the guy you are supposely banging in a fanfiction must be interesting" she giggled.
"I don't know what kind of fanfictions you read, Olga," I turned to her, smiling, "but please stop it. And, by the way, just to answer your question: it's very awkward"
"Yeah, I imagine it is" there was a pause, when she looked at me, this time seriously. "What were you and Oriol talking about your future competitions over Europe?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, since-" I was cut off by someone shouting "Boo" behind me, making me jump a bit.
"Hey, have you enjoyed the show?" asked Jack, who was holding his laugher.
"Hell, yeah! It was amazing!" shouted my cousin, her voice getting louder.
There were a few grins from the guys and suddenly an uncomfortable silence started to grow between us, not knowing what to say next. I decided to break the silence.
"So, how about we go to a bar or something and hang around?" I suggested.
"Yeah, sounds great!" cheered Alex.
"You guys know anywhere we could go?" I asked.
"Yeah, I know a pretty cool place a few blocks from here" Rian joined.
"Let's go, then" I smiled and walked behind Rian and Zack, Olga following them, while I walked between Jack and Alex, who were cracking some of their famous dick jokes.
"Oh, María, did Jack tell you he took a picture of you before the competition?" Zack, ironically asked.
I turned to Jack, who looked down and grabbed his phone. He handed me his phone and I looked at a photo of me and Estrategos, when I was 'threatening' him not to mess with Olga. I chuckled. It was a very cute picture and we both looked like two little angels.
When I saw Jack wasn't looking, I put my phone number in his contacts and quickly went to the photo again. I passed him his phone again. He was blushing.
"Aww, Jack. You're blushing!" I giggled, he looked at me a moment before he started to blush harder and turned away. I hugged his side. "Don't hide, it's cute!" I chuckled softly. I pulled away slowly and smiled at him. He smiled back, snaking his arm around my waist. He didn't put his hand too high or too low, so it was a friendly gesture and we walked into the bar like that.
The bar was small, but looked big enough to throw a small party with friends and some family members. It looked familiar, not in the sense of I've-been-here-before, but as in the it's-so-comfy way. I loved it. We sat down in a corner and ordered beer for everyone.
JACK'S POV
As we kept talking, I couldn't stop thinking about what María had said before going to the bar, she was going on a kind of competition tour around Europe?
I've seen a few videos of her with Stella, her dampled andalusian mare, and I've heard a lot about Stella being an over-protective sassy bitch when people are around María. There were very cute pictures of them together, but there were hundreds of photos which showed practically the same: a very drunk, but sleepy María, lying next to Stella, bottle in hand, make up streaming down her face. Those images scared me a bit and made me wonder who was María, deep down. What happened to her? There were rumours stating María always ended up in Stella's paddock if she got drunk in Catalonia or Madrid, no matter what, she got there by morning. I thought that was fascinating but, in the other hand, quite sad.
I didn't notice I'd zoned out until I saw all eyes were on me.
"Sorry, ...what?" I looked confused.
"What were you thinking about?" María asked me, she was leaning closer to me, holding her head with her hand, her elbow on her thigh.
Now I noticed something weird: in her videos, María looks slim, a bit curvy but with no signs of fat or anything; in other people's videos, she looks skinnier; and in real life, she is a lot more skinny than it looks like! She was almost skin and bones, almost because, thanks to horseback riding, she had a defined figure and defined little muscles.
"Hmm, about you actually" her eyes widened, as a small blush appeared on her cheeks, she nodded to let me speak. "I think I've heard something about you touring Europe? For competitions or something?" I shrugged. She smiled. Oh god, that smile.
That reminded me of the walk to the bar, when she hugged me. It felt weird but I instantly felt comfortable, her arms around me for a second, pressing her body against mine... I stopped thinking about her touch, or this would turn out to be an erotic description of her body soon.
I don't know what happened next, but I found myself dancing to a slow, classic rock 'n' roll song next to María. I think I was a bit drunk, because I didn't move properly and I remember things with a blur.
I remember putting my hands on her hips, just where her long-sleeved shirt hung on her skin, I unconsciously put my hands under her shirt, but removed them when I got a bit higher, I felt a raspy surface, where I guessed there were short and thin lines on her hips. The next thing I remember is staring into her eyes sadly and see her walk away, grabbing my hand, just to notice her sleeve rolling up a bit, revealing more scars on her forearm and how quickly she rolled the sleeve back down, but my eyes, despite the fact of being tired and being controlled by a slightly drunk brain, were quicker. I squeezed her hand a bit, earning a sad smile from María and a hug.
The next thing I remember is being carried to the bus by María and Rian and, just before she walked away, I remember saying:
"Hey, I don't have your phone number" as I mentioned it, she chuckled a bit.
"You do" she winked at me and walked away towards Olga, who was already waiting for he by their hired car. What did she mean? When-?
I wanted to get some answers but, before I could ask, my drunk mind said stop and I passed out.
Notes
Whoohoo, two in a day! I'm starting to write the third one already, but it'll take a bit longer, so you'll have to wait :(
I hope you're liking it so far! Please, all comments (positive or negative) are accepted, it's my first fanfiction, so advice is welcomed and thanked, so yeah... :)
Title credit: Lonely Hearts Club by Marina & The Diamonds.
@yeah nah
thankyou so much for your support C: i'll update as soon as this writer's block dims a little
2/16/15