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13.Lucia

 I slump against the passenger seat of Marco's car, grinning wildly. "Will you tell me where-" his jaw drops and he pretends to zip my mouth. "You look stunning" he says his eyes skimming over my body. I blush, my neck heating up. "T-thanks" I smile.

Hell, since when do I stutter? Seems like spending more time around him is also getting me more nervous. What?

"And no, I won't tell you" his grin makes butterflies pool at the bottom of my stomach and I sigh dramatically. "I shall not know then" He nods, starting the route to the metro center as the gps shows. "Oh god are we going to just ride trains for fun today?" I groan half heartedly as he turns into a busy street.

He raises a brow. "Nope. But i'm glad I didn't pick that as our first date option" he smiles. I cough, scoffing. "Second sir, don't get dates mixed up" I poke his cheek and he chuckles. "Right,dates,yep" 

When we park in a really busy road he runs out of the car and to my side, opening to door. "Ladies first" I blush and we start walking together to wherever it is he's leading me. 

The sound of the car horns and chatting makes me happy, even if it's on a day when i'm in a crappy mood. "We're taking the metro to a museum" he exclaims. "OooOo" I add.

"I'm excited" I smile. He wraps an arm around me, kissing my cheek. "Since you love painting I figured you'd like it" my heart explodes i'm pretty sure, and I see stars. "You remembered?" I ask blushing. He nods, kissing my other cheek playfully. He was being really touchy....?

I loved it.

"Of course I did" he answers as we walk into the tunnel, getting into one of the trains. We arrive there quicker than I thought, but it takes us a while to get to the actual museum. "God" I grin as we go in. It's almost empty, but it's beautiful. 

I stare at the art on the walls in awe. "Pretty right?" I nod,lacing my fingers through his hesitantly. He gives me a funny look making me blush. "So" he clears his throat, turning to me as I gawk at the piece in front of us.

It's a silhouette of two people hugging,a girl and a boy. The boys absorbing her color, and the colors are blended so perfectly it makes me want to cry. I turn to him. "Yea?"

He looks nervous as he rubs his palms against his sweats. "Lucia"

I gulp. Uh oh. Was he going to stop this? This...friendship? Was he going to tell me he had feelings for Leslie and was going to ditch me?

"I um-" my tears are almost evident as I look at the ground. "Are you...stopping this?" I ask quietly pointing from me to him. His eyes widen. "No,no,no" he grabs onto my arms, making me look at him.

I laugh through a tear. "Oh. Well your tone is pretty serious so-" I roll my eyes. He chuckles nervously. "That's because it is" I raise a brow. He wipes my cheek, kissing the spot where the tear had once been.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he whispers onto my cheek. I think i'm going to faint. Did he just-did he-. Oh my god. He just asked me to be his-holy cow. 

"Yes,yes,yes!" I contain my shriek as I bounce on my feet slightly, making him release a huge sigh of relief. He seriously thought I would say other wise?
I laugh, bringing my lips to his. He spins me around, grabbing my waist and smashing his lips into mine. "Lucia I think i'm-"

I press my lips to his again. "sorry-continue" I give him a cheeky smile. He blushes. "Never mind" he says quietly. I raise a brow. "Okay" I shrug. 

After that we spend a couple of minutes looking around and I hold his hand. This time it feels different, more special, because he's mine.

Holy cow. He's all mine. As if suddenly he's reminded of it too, he lifts me making me shriek, laughing. "Wait what are you-"

My legs are wrapped around his waist before I know it, and he cups my thighs as he kisses me. I smile into his lips, running my hand down the back of his head. He groans, walking slowly with me in his arms. "I like you a lot" he whispers. "I noticed" I teased. He rolls his eyes, knowing what I did there. 

"Did you know...." I peck his face entirely, making him giggle. He giggles. I think it's the most angelic sound i've heard, despite being obsessed with he way his voice deepens sometimes.

"I like you a lot more" I wiggle my eyebrows. We kiss again, this time slowly, taking our time. "I-" -Kiss- "Want" -Kiss- "This" -Kiss- "Forever" -Kiss-

Butterflies erupt in my stomach again, and I wonder if i'm going to feel like this everytime we kiss.

"Mhm" I hum. 

He smiles into my lips, squeezing my waist. "I think we have an audience" he whispers into my ear. I turn my head slowly, blushing as I realise a bunch of people are staring at us. Some in awe, some like we're disturbing their peace. 

I let him put me down as I brush my sweaty palms against my dress. "Sorry" I mumble. He laughs taking my hand and leading us back outside. "You apologize way too much" I groan, rolling my eyes. "I got that from my mom believe it or not" I shrug. 

"Well, thank god your mom created...this" his eyes playfully scan my whole body, and my cheeks heat up. Next thing I know we're kissing again, his hands passionately but softly fisting my hair as he pulls my head back, leaving a trail of kisses on my neck. I breath heavily, running a hand down the back of his neck.

"We're going to miss our train" I whisper with eyes closed. He pulls back, the tip of his nose red. "Right" he clears his throat and laces our fingers, and we make our way back under ground.