Dolores likes attention. I know, such a good description.
Warnings: None
Y/N POV
I smiled at Samuel as he spoke to me in town.
A kind boy, a year older than me that has curly brown hair and blue eyes, he stands just a few inches/centimetres taller than me.
"It was crazy!" He finished, waving his arms around for drama. I smile awkwardly.
Wait, what was he talking about?
"So uh, Y/N. Can I ask something totally awkward and random?" Sam asked as he rubbed his arm.
"What's up?" I question.
"So do you have a boyfriend? Because I've always thought you were a pretty girl and whenever you walk by I can't help but think 'gee, she's so pretty" He asks nervously and glancing at me.
"Yes. They have a girlfriend. This person, they are in love with me." I voice scolds behind me before a hand is placed on my shoulder.
"Dolores Madrigal? Uhm, I'm sorry," Samuel says, backing up from the girl who pulls her body closer to my own. I shake my head.
"It's fine, Sam. You didn't know." I say reasuringly.
He smiles and then quickly turns and walks away at a quick pace.
"Now, what was that for?" I ask as I turn myself to Dolores.
"I'm sorry. But I don't want you to be taken from me," Dolores explains, staring into my eyes.
"I won't leave you, Lores. And thank you, for remembering," I say and hug her.
"It's okay, amor. Shall we go get some food of my tía?" Dolores asks, pulling away. I smile.
"We shall," I state, grabbing her hand and swinging it as we walk.
