and one time he didn't
1/
He had seen it from the beginning. Of course he had. It was so obvious, yet he kept telling himself it would fade somehow, someday.
But it didn't.
And now he is standing with Luna in the living room, hiding behind the corner and listening to Prófugos. He didn't know that Ambar can sing this good, however it does not surprise him. The thing that does it, is Luna's face when she looks at them. You know, at Ambar and Matteo.
His friend's eyes are full of... something. He can't really name it so he just keeps staring at the couple.
Ambar is smiling to her boyfriend while singing the chorus. Matteo holds her tightly, with his hands on her waist. Simón can't bring to his mind any moment like this, when they actually looked like they were in full of love relationship. They are grinning at each other like a fools and it seems even cute.
Simón moves his eyes on Luna and she is sad. Why? Hopefully it's not because Balsano looks so damn pleased. He can't stand it. He really wishes her happiness, if not with Simón, with some other nice guy. His thoughts are making a tornado inside his head because she looks so bitter. It would be better if it weren't for Matteo.
Yeah, he knows they have some weird thing, some connection, but he hadn't thought it is so major for Luna. Matteo has a girlfriend and for him it is the clearest thing that he will stay with her. Besides, Balsano isn't one of guys Luna would ever date. He teases her all the time, makes fun of their skating and, the worst, he calls Simón the guitarist.
He is so cocky, so conceited, so snobby.
So fresa.
Simón lets her shoot one more sight at them and drags her behind the corner. He puts his hand on her shoulder supporting her.
"Hey, Luna, you okay?" His eyes are full of concern.
"Yeah, yeah, I just..." She keeps avoiding any eye-contact. He breathes in and out.
"Luna, please, snap out of it."
2/
He can't do it anymore. Not now. Not here.
Something deep in his heart hurts, his soul is crashed and he can't breathe because it feels as if two stars have just collided inside of his lungs. Simón hasn't cried much in his life so far, but when he sees his love, his first, only love with the bad guy it's inevitable.
Naturally, Matteo is the bad guy.
And it's not fair. So not fair.
Simón was beside her all their lives, he watched her laugh, dwell on little and bigger things. Their parents treat the other as a second child. Hell, he'd even come to Argentina after her. From Mexico. And now not only he missed his participation in competition, but he feels like he missed his chance.
And she chose Matteo. Or Matteo made her choose him? He kissed her in front of like whole world?
He knows it is partly his fault because he didn't say anything about his feelings, but everyone see it, so why his best friend didn't? Black hole inside his stomach absorbs every good feeling.
All Simón feels is sorrow.
He meets her after the competition, she still wears her sparkling outfit. She looks so unsure.
"Simón, I..." She starts, but he stops her with his hand.
"Luna, please."
"But I don't like him!" She yells. "And he doesn't like me, he broke up with Ambar a few days ago, we are from different worlds. It just could never work."
