This Isn't My Idea of Love

Chapter Seven: New Friends

It had been a week since Viola had moved to Barcelona and while she was adjusting to her new life as Lionel Messi’s fiancée; she hadn’t really adjusted to the fact, she no longer had anything to do.

So finally after a week of being in her new home, Viola decided that it was time for her to explore the city which was now her home; Lionel had disappeared again that morning like he had every morning since they had arrived in Barcelona.

Dressed in mini Geo print peplum top and black skinny jeans paired with black patent ballet flats, Viola collected her house keys that Matías had given her last week and prepared to leave the house.

Viola made sure that she locked the door behind herself before she slipped the house keys into her grey Winnie Wing tote bag; she started to walk to the bus stop that was up the road from where she now lived.

Viola had been pretty pleased with herself since she had managed to get all the details she needed for her trip without having to ask for help.

The brunette brushed some hair from her face as she stopped at the bus stop to wait for the L97 bus that would take her into the Barcelona city centre.

Viola swallowed as she noticed a blonde pregnant woman staring at her in interest, she wondered briefly if she’d been recognized from the limited pictures that had been taken of her when she’d arrived in Barcelona.

“I’m Heather,” the blonde said introducing herself politely before the elderly woman next to her on the bench glared at the blonde as she eyed Viola with a look of pity.

“Viola… I just moved here from America,” Viola said as she wondered why the elderly woman looked annoyed that Heather had spoken to her; it was clear that the woman didn't seem to approve of the blonde in some way.

“Really? I’m originally from Scottsdale, Arizona,” Heather said as the bus arrived and she got to her feet; Viola smiled as she heard the American accent that she had missed since she had arrived in the Spanish city.

“I was raised in New York,” Viola said as they got seated on the bus, she ignored the looks that the locals where giving her and Heather; she was happy that she’d found someone to talk to.

“I’ve been there… Naya studied there before we moved to Barcelona,” Heather said as she rested a hand on her swollen stomach; Viola smiled as she realised that she wanted what Heather had, a loving marriage.

***

Viola grinned as she sat talking to Heather in one of the café’s in the city centre, the brunette was pleased that she had finally found a friend and that she had someone to talk to now.

Heather had been quick to explain the reason that people seemed to be glaring at them on the bus while they’d travelled into the city centre.

Heather was married to another woman and they were expecting their first child, something that seemed to be frowned upon by the elderly community and by most of the people that they knew.

“So have you thought about names?” Viola asked making Heather smile as the two of them waited for Naya to arrive so that they could go get lunch.

The brunette sipped on her water as she listened to Heather start to list the names that she had thought about for her baby girl.

“We were thinking of naming her Rachel,” Heather said making Viola nod her head as she glanced down at her Blackberry Bold 9000 Smartphone as she felt it vibrate on the table; the brunette disconnected the call and slipped it back into her bag.

Heather raised an eyebrow at her making Viola flash her, a smile before a woman approached their table making the blonde smile happily; she kissed the ebony haired woman before turning her attention to Viola.

“Viola, this is my wife Naya… Naya, this is my new friend Viola,” Heather said introducing the two women; Naya pursed her lips as she looked at Viola, who smiled at her politely.

From what she had heard about Naya from Heather, the brunette knew that the Puerto Rican was protective of her wife and that with the constant glare for being who they were that Naya wasn’t going to warm to her easily.

“Naya be nice… Viola’s new here, she’s from New York and has two gay friends there,” Heather said as she kissed her wife’s neck making Naya’s glare lighten as she looked at Viola, who shifted nervously at the look that she was now being given.

“New York… so why did you move to Barcelona?” Naya asked as she sat down next to Heather; Viola licked her lips as her eyes moved to her engagement ring.

“I’m getting married, he lives here so here I am,” Viola said making Heather smile excitedly while Naya pursed her lips as if sensing that there was something not right about how Viola talked about her engagement.

Clearing her throat Naya looked at her wife.

“Why don’t we pick up some take-away and head back to ours… then Viola can tells us all about her engagement,” Naya said making Viola stare at her; she knew that the Puerto Rican had picked up on her reluctance to get married.

***

Viola was right about Naya sensing something off about her engagement to Lionel and after the brunette had explained what was happening to Heather and Naya, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Viola had then found herself spending the rest of the day with the couple, who admitted that their sexuality caused them problems when it came to making friends.

After making plans with Heather to explore the city the next day, the brunette had returned home to the villa that she shared with Lionel; stepping into the house, Viola jumped when Florencia cried out in relief before the older woman pulled her into a hug.

Matías and Lionel quickly appeared and looked relieved to find Viola was back.

“Where the hell have you been?” Florencia demanded as she pulled back from the brunette and crossed her arms.

The brunette looked at her confused as she looked between her and the two argentine men who seemed to want the same answer.

“I went out to explore… made some friends,” Viola said shrugging making Florencia stare at her; Lionel looked at his fiancée worried at who she could have possibly befriended while she was out.

“You made friends?” Florencia said as if it was a foreign concept that Viola had made friends; the brunette flashed her, a hurt look making Florencia shake her head.

“I didn't mean it like that… it’s just your Lionel Messi’s fiancée, we don’t want people using you,” Florencia said making Viola purse her lips as she realised that they expected her to stay locked in the house.

Matías glanced at his wife wondering if she’d just made things worse by her way of explanation; he’d heard from Viola’s parents how she was treated in High School and to say the least it was a worry what would happen when the news of her engagement broke.

Viola sighed before shaking her head and disappearing upstairs to the bedroom, she didn't need to hear this speech again.