More than a dream come true- M.G

Chapter 10- Crosswords

Martinus' POV:

The next morning, my head was still spinning from all the recent events that have occurred in my life.

If she had a boyfriend, that meant she wasn't interested. If she didn't, why lie? Either way, the message was loud and clear. I was done waiting around, done overthinking every glance and every word.

I wasn't that guy. I never had been.

I felt the old version of me stirring, the one who flirted with anyone and everyone, carefree and reckless. Why was I wasting time feeling sorry for myself? I should be out there, having fun, not getting caught up in this mess of unspoken feelings. It's Eurovision after all.

By the time we got to the arena for rehearsals, I was determined to push everything aside. Whatever was between me and Mathilda, I was over it.

I slipped back into my usual self, the version of me that didn't get hurt, that didn't care. No more overthinking. No more waiting around.

Then I saw her- one of the dancers from Finland, long blonde hair and a smile that could light up a room. I knew exactly what to do. I turned on the charm, flashing her a grin as I walked over.

"Hey, I think we should rehearse more together. The chemistry would be unreal."- I said, leaning casually against the wall next to her.

"Oh, really? You think you can keep up with me?"- she laughed, the sound light and flirtatious. "I'm sure you'll be the one trying to keep up."- I grinned, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline.

We spent the rest of the afternoon flirting, my attention focused solely on her. Every smile, every playful touch came so easily. I didn't think about Mathilda once. At least, that's what I told myself. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was just trying to distract myself.

Mathilda's POV:

I stood off to the side of the arena, watching from distance as everyone rehearsed. My eyes found Martinus almost immediately. He was leaning against the wall, talking to one of the Finnish dancers. Her long blonde hair swayed as she laughed at something he said.

The way he looked at her... I'd seen that look before. The playful grin, the easy charm.. It was the Martinus I had known for so long. But it wasn't the Martinus I had come to care about these past few weeks. It wasn't the thoughtful, quiet side of him that made my heart skip a beat. This was something different.

I watched as he flirted with her, openly and effortlessly. Every laugh she gave, every time he leaned in closer, sent a wave of something unfamiliar crashing over me. It was a tangled mess of regret, jealousy, anger and sadness all at once.

Why did it bother me so much? I was the one who lied. I could have told him the truth, that I didn't know what I was feeling, that I wasn't ready to admit what was happening between us. But now, standing here, watching him move on so easily, it hurt more than I expected.

"Hey, you okay?"- Marcus' voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He was standing next to me, watching me with a concerned look. I quickly forced a smile, not wanting him to see through me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."- I said, waving it off like it was nothing. "You don't look fine. You've been quiet all day. Something's bothering you."- Marcus said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

I glanced over at Martinus again, catching sight of him laughing as the dancer touched his arm. My chest tightened and I looked away quickly.