"Moonshine sounds lovely right now."
"Then it's your lucky day, I'm right here baby."
"No, silly. I want the real stuff, alcohol, absolutely not you."
PSA
I barely know anything about ESC, even though I'm from Europe and has watched ever since I can...
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VALENCIA DE LÉON
The next morning I hurry down to breakfast to get a seat, and no, not the one by my usual table but rather the one I sat at with Christo.
I was thankful that we only had the morning to work and the afternoon off because my blood had yet to stop boiling and I was pretty sure that I would soon explode. Not only was my head hurting but also my chest, and probably my back.
I was hurt by Efendi and the words she had chosen, I probably went off on her a bit too much but I was mad and I don't even regret it now. Then again, she wasn't the only one I was mad at.
I was mad at the whole band of friends I thought I had made. Now I don't know who spilled it but from what I could gather from Efendi, everyone seemed to want to talk about it. About her.
It's not like I was embarrassed about Carmen or my past, hell I still celebrate her birthday and post her on social media - but I'm a private person. I don't want random people knowing about that part of my life because all I get to hear then is "oh you're so strong!" and so many stares of pity. And if I were to go out with my story and/or Carmen it would be on my own conditions.
It wasn't their topic to talk about.
Marching into the dining hall I smile at some of the workers and greet a few of the other contestants and in my peripheral I can see the table where they sit at and my chair is empty but I ignore it.
Call me dramatic, I probably should try to talk and discuss it with them to see if maybe it all was a misunderstanding but I didn't have the energy to. They would have to talk to me, I wasn't the one in the wrong.
I grab a chia pudding and an apple before walking to Christo's table, once again ignoring the surprised looks of the band.
It's okay, it's not like they were my favourite band either - big time rush is so much better. I remind myself as I feel my mind starting to plan the route to my original seat, but I stop the idea and go to Christo.
Over the last few day, especially with isolation, we had become great friends. We were on a sibling level and it was clear to both of us that nothing more would happen and I appreciated it. It felt like I had Dakota with me whenever Christo was with me. He would look out for me and help me but he would never miss the chance to tease me either.
My phone pings as I place it down on the table and I see the group chat turning up on a notification, but I ignore it and instead focus on the sauce on the man's face before me.
I wasn't here to make friends, I was here to compete. But for Christo I could make an exception.
"Tell me child, what's the tea today? Why aren't you sitting with the rest of the pasta lovers over there?" He asks, sipping loudly on his tea making me snigger.
