I hate you, I love you - Simbar (Completed)

Part 13

Simón's POV

Dinner went on with Emilia provoking every time she could. She was clever, never being rude, pretending to only be speaking her mind. I can't say I don't like her, that would be wrong of me. She truly is saying things that are true, or at least possible if seen the way she does. But she is intimidating. The looks she sends me from across the table, make me shiver even if I am not guilty of anything. That's the affect she has on people.
Mr. Alfredo was loving her and her free mind, not caring about anything or anyone. Ámbar seemed to enjoy it from time to time, smirking but always trying to keep her quiet. Though her efforts were not working. Luna and I, well we were the victims here. She would take every opportunity she had to point something at us.
Like now. We are finishing desert. Monica made three leches cake. My favorite and, apparently, Emilia's too.

Luna drops her spoon and I get up, offering to get another one for her.
"Ohhh, isn't he a gentleman?" Emilia starts when I rejoin them with Luna's new spoon. "Always ready and willing to help those who need without hesitating. Even if Lunita was just as capable to get herself a new spoon. You are such a good friend, Simón. I wish I had someone just like that? Wouldn't you like that Ámbar?" She asks, sarcasm clear in her voice, turning to her friend, who completely gave up trying to control her by now.
Instead she raises her eyes and looks at me for a second before returning her attention to her plate. I simply swallow.

"Well, it could be a friend, a boyfriend... It must be exhausting, Simón to be like this all the time. But most certainly very rewarding. Oh, you are too good for this world. But unfortunately, I am sure you fail too... Well, the best option for you, Ámbar, is a dog! I mean they are so faithful and you are always sure they won't stab you in the back!"
"I don't like dogs, Emilia. And I don't need one. I fine the way I am. And you know people can't be faithful all the time with everyone. They are to the one they truly care about. No one is perfect..." She whispers, not taking her eyes from the desert.
Emilia chuckles and shakes her head. "Please, don't be modest, honey. I am perfect and I know it. You may be a little far but trust me, being with me has that good effect."
Mr. Alfredo laughs and everyone joins, even if some are faker and quieter than others.
"Oh, Emilia. Aren't you a catch. I do like your friend very must, Ámbar! Yes, why be modest?! We have to scream our qualities to the world! I for example am a great dancer!" He says getting and performing something close to tapping.
Everyone laughs and claps.
"You are right, Mr. Alfredo! You do are a great dancer!" Emilia exclaims. "But no offense intended, I am better..." She whispers, making Ámbar roll her eyes and Alfredo shake his head giggling.
"Yes, you all are much more talented than me. At least now. Because when I was your age, oh, no one could stop me! My granddaughters skate and sing but I rarely can experience them doing that, it's such a shame really! Do you sing too?"
"Yes, Emilia sang with me in the competition." Ámbar answers, getting a frown from Emilia, which she ignores.
"So we have 4 talented young people here. Why don't you all sing a song together?!"
"No!"
"Not a good idea!"
"What?!"
"I don't think so..."
We four say at the same time.

Mr. Alfredo frowns and puts a pitty face on.
"Oh, don't be shy. I would love to hear you all sing! Don't deny this old man's wishes!"
"You are not old, Alfredo. And we don't have any songs to sing all together." Ámbar states, crossing her arms. However her intimidating looks and posture don't have any affect on her grandfather.
"Yes, Ámbar is right. We wouldn't know what to sing. Sorry, grandpa..." Luna hurries up to reinforce what Ámbar said.
By the way dinner was going so far, O can't see how that could be a good idea.
"You don't have to sing a song of your own. I am sure you know four know the lyrics of one, anything." Miguel says, as Carolina takes our plates.
"No offense to your daughter, but I don't think our styles are anything alike" Emilia shrugs.
"Plus my throat is still a bit sore..." Ámbar adds, coughing one to prove her point.
"And I didn't bring my guitar!"
"See, it's impossible. I am sorry grandpa!" Luna says getting up and heading to him.
He raises his hands and shakes his head. "I can see you are really making this hard and avoiding it at all costs! I don't want to force you to anything but... it's your decision. However, let it be clear that next time you won't escape this!"
We all mumble something like "yes, sir", which doesn't leave him that convinced, but the smirk on his face tells me that he wouldn't give it up that easily too. Luna hugs him and returns to her sit.
Emilia was about to say something when Ámbar got up.
"Well, thank you very much for dinner, Monica, but I am afraid this was all my flu allowed me. So, if you would excuse us, me and Emilia, will return to my room".
Alfredo gets up and hugs Emilia.
"Oh, sweetie, it was really nice to meet you. Join us anytime you want!"
"Well, thank you, Mr. Alfredo. Now that I see one of your granddaughters gets to bring her best friend so often, I think I will use and abuse of that invitation."
"That makes me really glad! Ámbar could use a friend really!"
"Alfredo!"
"It's grandpa. And it's true, you are always alone in that room of yours, which only a few people can get in. It's good to have Emilia here for you!"
"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Alfredo. You daughter has a real friend now! I wouldn't leave her, specially now that she needs me. What kind of friend or person would I be if I did that?" She says this, her eyes darker and aiming me. I quickly turn my eyes to the non-existing stain in the towel.
Why is it that she is attacking me so much? And why do I feel more and more hurt with every mean word she uses.
"Well, it makes even more glad to hear that. You girls have fun!"
They both nod and after a quick goodbye, they head upstairs.
I let out a sigh I was holding for the whole dinner. Damn, that Emilia was intense. No wonder she and Ámbar get along so well...
Luna's parents excuse themselves as well and we head to the living room
"Well, you cannot imagine how happy I am. I do really like this Emilia. Is she a good girl?"
Luna and I exchange looks and decide mutually to keep things simple.
"Yes." We answer at the same time, shrugging, while sitting on the couch.
Alfredo isn't really paying attention to us, not noticing out hesitation.
"I am so glad. I like that she is here for Ámbar. It's a sign I might get her back soon. Different, sure. But it's better than having no Ámbar like the past months..."
"Your granddaughter is very... peculiar, Mr. Alfredo. She has her own temper, her own behaviour. She doesn't let people in, and when she does, she doesn't rely on them enough to tell the truth. It's hard to help someone who doesn't want to be helped, nor in which you trust. I am sorry, Mr. Alfredo but Ámbar for us, for the guys from Jam and Roller, she is someone unreliable. So it's good that she has someone from her team, if the intentions are good."
"You know, Simón, I can sense that I don't know everything about Ámbar. I am positive you didn't tell me everything that happened, that she didn't tell me everything that happened. Which only makes me guess it was bad, unforgivable things. But if there is something I learnt from  losing Lily, your mother, Luna, was that regret is something really hard to live with, whether it's for not being as present as we should, or for not giving people another chance to explain, to see their sides. I don't you ask to forgive Ámbar, I know that's too much to ask, something too personal. But please, try to understand her. I see in both your faces that it's not easy for you. Do you know what I also see in yours, Simón? Love. I can see it in your eyes, in her eyes with every look you exchange, everything line you say. There is love between you too. I couldn't ask for someone better for Ámbar, even she hasn't proven to deserve your love. Even if all you want is to hate her. So just think about this, son, in a fight between love and hate, which one will hurt you the less if it wins?" He confesses, his eyes focused on me, and then picking up the remote casually, and turning on the tv.
Luna joins our hands and give me a reassuring smile.
"I just want you to be happy..." She whispers and I nod.
I lean on the couch, looking at the ceiling.
I have to confess, Alfredo's wise words gave me a lot to think. This whole night gave a lot to think.
It's true that I love and hate Ámbar at the same time. Even after being away from her for long, even with her bipolar, stubborn personality, I still feel my heart skip a bit every time I see her and I did kiss her about 48h ago. But, even after out talks, or fights, we still haven't came up enough to make sense of what she has done and planned to make me hate her a little less.
Together this feelings confuse and consume me. A bit like her, my feeling for the blondie are like a storm, a mess. But it's about time I decide how to control them. Even if to end up tolerating her...

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this kind of big, compensating chapter! Next week Soy Luna's 3 CD will be out and hopefully we will be able to hear the long waited Simbar's song! Which wil lead tooooo inspiration! I hope ahah. Well, see you next week! 😘