Best Mistake ★ Nicholas Chavez

Twenty two | my forever

flashback

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Amara and Nicholas are back together, and the world feels simply feels better. Every moment they spend together is like a cozy warm hug, like they're making up for lost time. They find every excuse to be close—whether it's lazy mornings wrapped in blankets or late nights filled with laughter. It's like they're rediscovering each other all over again, their connection deeper, their jokes funnier, and the silences even more comfortable. They've got that undeniable chemistry back, sparking up every room they walk into.

Tonight, they'd decided to go on a roller-skating date, savoring each other's company while fans occasionally approached for photos.

Nicholas had been trying to twirl Amara around for ages, failing each time. "It's okay, Nick, let it go," she giggled, watching him.

"No, I'm gonna do it, just let me," he insisted, tongue poking out in concentration as he held her arm, only to stumble yet again.

Amara had to laugh, the sight of his serious face contrasting with his awkward, uncoordinated moves. She tried to soothe his ego, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Nick, seriously, it's okay. You don't need to prove anything, baby," she managed to say between giggles.

But Nicholas wasn't about to back down. His expression was set, fully determined to get it right. "No, no, I can do this," he insisted, furrowing his brow.

Amara watched him with affection, a playful exasperation on her face. "Why are you so stubborn?" she teased.

He gave her a look of mock offense, as if his resolve had been personally attacked. "I'm not stubborn! I'm determined. There's a difference," he replied, entirely serious, all humor replaced by his focus on getting it right.

Amara grinned as Nicholas tried again, her heart swelling at his persistence. Even as he wobbled, stumbling over his own skates, he never let go of her hand. She squeezed it, both supportive and amused.

"You're adorable, you know that?" she teased softly, giving him a gentle nudge.

"Adorable? I'm aiming for smooth and suave," he said, a grin breaking through his concentrated frown.

"Well, smooth or not, you've already won me over," she replied, her eyes warm.

Nicholas chuckled, finally laughing at himself. "Fine, maybe I'm a bit hopeless at this."

"But a cute hopeless," she whispered, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, and his face softened, his resolve melting into a beaming smile.

"Guess I can live with that," he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Amara squealed in surprise as Nicholas twirled her again, the sudden spin catching her off guard. She fell back into his arms, her laugh echoing through the rink as he caught her, holding her securely against his chest. She looked up, meeting his playful gaze.

"Well, hey there, pretty lady," he teased, deepening his voice in a mock-serious tone.

Amara's face broke into a grin, her heart racing. "Smooth move, Nick," she murmured, the spark between them unmistakable as they stood wrapped in each other's arms.

As Nicholas leaned down to kiss Amara, he suddenly lost his balance. In a flash, he flipped them as they fell, taking the brunt of the impact to protect her. Amara reacted just as quickly, her arms wrapping around his head to shield it. They hit the ground in a tangle of laughter, both slightly breathless yet still grinning at each other.