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SHIP: Dulce and Alejandro
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SHIP NAME: Dejandro (?)
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SUMMARY: Dulce, encouraged by her friend Jade, tries to confess her feelings to Miguel before he moves away. However, Alejandro gets in the way of everything...
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TYPE: Fluff + Oneshot
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"come on, girl! you know its now or never!" jade urged, making dulce groan with hesitation. "he'll never know you like him if you don't speak up. he's gonna leave and it's gonna be too late."
"but..i dont know.." dulce sighed, stroking the ends of her swamp-colored hair in a nervous habit. her face was full of concern and longing, her brow furrowed while she considered the pros and cons.
jade shook her head, "what are you afraid of?" she demanded to know.
"of the what-ifs! i-i dont want it to change anything...if i just say hello i can keep things as they are."
"keep what as it is, exactly? this isn't a tv show or a fairy tale, sweetie. there are no guarantees when it comes to matters of the heart."
"oh god...why am i even having this conversation with you, you don't understand what i'm going through..."
"okay, that was uncalled for, bitch..." jade scolded with a firm finger wag, but there was a smirk on her face to let the other woman know she was only kidding.
"no, it's not like that, it's just that-" dulce began.
"-it's just that you think you're too good to get advice from me because you think your problems are unique to you?" the other woman finished with a huff, not about to take any crap.
"no..." she whined softly. "that's not it. you're right."
"so what are you waiting for then, a big neon sign with blinking lights telling you what to do?"
"fine, fine. just shut the fuck up, ill do it."
dulce sighed deeply to herself, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear that kept falling over her eye, slowly rising from her desk and looked around to the other side of the room.
her classmates were scattered everywhere in their usual places; a few groups clustered together by their desks talking with one another, a few in their usual study groups and of course some on the floor doing whatever they do that she didnt give a shit about.
there was a line forming at the door and a few teachers in charge of supervising the study hall and keeping everyone in line. the school library was small and the hall was cramped with everyone piled into it, the only option for studying before going home was to do so here.
and thats what dulce and a few other friends did during the period before they could leave, sitting around a big round desk; passing notes, texting and sharing headphones to listen to music together.
dulce stared at him from her desk, she thought about him for what felt like the hundredth time today. she thought about him more than she should.
her mind had a special place reserved for him and him only, thinking about how his silky black hair would look toying between her fat ass fingertips or how his voice sounded so fucking raspy at times, making her think he should probably just down a bottle of fucking water-- but also gentle and sweet-- when he talked to her in a whisper.
he was a bit chubby and short, with pale skin and black-framed glasses that constantly slipped off of his nose and his cheeks were constantly a tad bit pink. but dulce had been crushing on him for awhile now and couldnt find him any cuter than he already was... they were only friends, but she desperately wished they could be something more. dulce knew he was going to leave and move out of town soon, leaving her to suffer here on her own until next year when they could be reunited in college together.
