Sweet dreams are made of these

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that is a mess lmao, have fun

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Luna isn't sure how she gets to the Blake; probably with Ambar, by car while Tino is driving, but she is so lost in her thoughts since she woke up, that there's no point in trying to remember. She just walks slowly towards entrance of the Blake with empty and yet full head until Nina catches her with a smile.

"Luna, how are you? You look super lost." She asks her and brunette just shrugs softly.

"I had weird night, but that's nothing serious. I will wake up in a few." Luna mumbles, but knows perfectly that it's not any truth. Pictures are still walking around her head, she can hear sounds and even smell some scents, and that's the worst case she's been in recently. Nina just nods, believing her at least partly and links their arms to pull Luna towards the class. Brunette tries to focus, tries to listen to her best friend who talks excitedly about something, but she's not able to and it gets worse when while watching her feet taking steps, Luna crashes into someone, who catches her waist keeping her from falling down.

She looks up and her heart stops. His smirk makes her remember more, she sees it again in her head, her thoughts even sharper than before. Luna prays for him not to say anything, yet of course he has to.

"Delivery girl, falling for me once again?" The voice, that she's been listening to in her sleep, asks in this smug tone, the one he uses always while smirking and this is the first time she's not able to answer.

Luna is completely sure that both Nina and Gastón are staring at her, since even Matteo seems to be surprised with her sudden lack of words and slides his hands off her waist slowly, but leaves one on her hip. She shivers not sure how to survive this and he sighs frowning. "Are you okay?"

Brunette moves her eyes to his lips when he speaks, remembering how soft they were against her skin at night and wondering if they would feel like this in reality. She knows she has to answer eventually and, hoping it will be enough, nods softly.

Matteo smiles at her, pulling away, and making her ache for his hands on her. Luna knows, thought, that now all she needs is to focus on living like normal person is, trying to be casual or at least keeping it cool. Luna is the worst at being casual, and feels like in one second her cheeks get warm (and probably red) before Gastón nudges Matteo mumbling him that they have class now and it somehow wakes Balsano up. He winks slightly at Luna and passes her and Nina by, brushing his arm with hers softly.

Brunette can only take sharp breath and turn around to watch how he goes away with his confident walk. She eyes him up and down, not sure how it's possible for her mind to create a picture of him that takes her breath away, but she loves it and hates at the same time.

Her best friend just takes her hand and makes her run towards the room they have to be in like five minutes, and brunette lets her; blessing the fact that she trusts Nina enough to lead her anywhere she wants without being afraid of crashing into the wall.

In chemistry class Luna is doodling soft patterns and flowers on margins in her notebook. She's supporting her chin with her hand and is almost only half awake, or more like half here, half focused on what her head keeps giving her.

Matteo has been her friend for a long, long time. They were only friends despite the kiss during the competition they both denied (super, super long ago), and it was fine. It was fine; they were touchy, hugging or kissing cheeks hi, his arm was often around her shoulders and it was great. It all felt super normal until he started to appear in her dreams.

Luna can't say why it all started, if it's because of hormones or just because she's seeing him more and more, wanting more and more, but those dreams were just about being closer to him. They got worse recently, when they were ending up with lips crashing together like waves and his hands started moving all around her body, letting her imagine more and be more disappointed with every morning.

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