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Ale finally woke up. We all are sitting at the table eating breakfast.

"Where are we going today?"

"I want to lay down and do nothing Frenkie."

Pablo said.

"We came here to have fun. Not sleep."

"Shut up Rosie."

Pablo isn't  a morning person. Whoever talks to him after he wakes up, gets roasted.

"We can just go for a walk, then go to the beach, it's like a lazy day."

"Cool for me."

Pablo answered my idea.

Everyone else agreed. We decided to go after dinner. So we had like 5 hours to enjoy ourselves at the hotel.

"Rosa."

I looked over. Whi might that be?

Oh my god. No fucking way.

"João?"

"I didn't think I would meet you there!"

"I didn't think so too!"

I hugged him. 

João was my childhood bestfriend. I mean, childhood after Pablo. After I moved to England I met João. Nothing can explain how much I missed this boy.

"I missed you so much."

"Ekhem."

I looked at Pedri.

"Maybe you could tell us who's that? I mean, I know who's that. But who is he for you."

"He's my childhood bestfriend."

João smiled.

Alejandro's face expression was.. angry? Jealous? Sad? I couldn't tell which one of these.

"I hope I will see you later Rosa."

"I hope so too."

"Here's my number."

He passed me a note.

"What kind of a person has a note with their number in their pocket?"

"If I see a beautiful girl, well."

"You wasted the note."

"I have few of them."

I laughed and he left. I looked over at ale. He was angry.

"I am going to my room."

Ale said, and immediately left.

I looked at them.

"I will go talk with him."

"I don't know what's gotten into him."

Pablo said.

"Yeah."

Mikky added.

I followed ale, he entered our room, so I did too.

"Ale is everything okay?"

I said with worry.

"Yes."

"I know something isn't."

"Fuck. You know me too well mi amor. It's just that I'm jealous okay? I can't stand seeing you with someone else."

I walked over to him and hugged him.

"You have nothing to worry about. I love you, and only you."

"I love you more."

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