Summer In Barcelona

S I X

a/n this chapter has a little angst, but nothing to bad, mainly because I suck at writing angst but enjoy ! 

"I can't believe you kissed him!" Noen exclaimed over the phone the next morning, giving Jorge the wild sense of Déjà vu.

"Me either, but I did, twice, Noen, it's only been three days I've known him, but I like him already, so much" he explained.

"Maybe it's true love" Noen cooed through the line, Jorge could here his smile.

"I'm serious, Noen, what if things are moving to fast?" he asked.

"It's not, don't worry, I'll be there in ten to pick you up for our first day at Amor, Rosa"(Love, Rose) he informed. Jorge sighed, twirling the line around his finger, the tip growing purple and cold. He let it unravel before recognizing that he heard the question and hung up. He grabbed a nice pair of high waisted jean shorts, and tucking a Rolling Stones t-shirt in. He pulled on his All Stars, finger combing his hair before leaving the house. He was going to wish Benji a good morning like Benji had to him the morning before. He took the stairs two at a time, knocking on the door nervously. He waited patiently, frowning when a girl opened the door. She was really pretty, with long honey coloured hair and deep hazel eyes.

"You are?" she asked. She was wearing a large shirt the fell mid-thigh. By the looks of it she was not wearing anything else.

"Soy Jorge" he informed, his heart pounding. "Vivo al lado, ¿venía a ver a Benjamin?" he explained, sounding unsure.

"English, please?" she asked, not too nicely. Jorge pouted.

"I'm Jorge, I live next door, I was coming to see Benjamin" he repeated, in English.

"Well, Benjamin is sleeping" she smiled.

"No I'm not, and don't call me Benjamin" he frowned, appearing in the doorway in the middle of pulling on a shirt. "Jorge!" he exclaimed, moving in front of the girl, smiling.

"Uh, good morning" he mumbled, string at the ground.

"Morning" Benji frowned. "Are you okay?" he asked, reaching forward and gently tilting Jorge's face up. He jerked away.

"I'm fine, I-"

"Beep, beep, Jorge" Noen greeted from the foot of the stairs, giving Benji a two fingered salute. Benji waved, crossing his arms.

"I got to go" he informed, going down the stairs as fast as possible, all but running down the sidewalk.

"Whoa, Jeyjey, slow down, what's wrong?" Noen asked, catching up to him. Jorge shook his head. His clenched fist said otherwise. Noen dropped it for now, mentally making a note to bring it up later.

The walk to Amor, Rosa, was not very long, but it felt like an eternity in the silence that Jorge demanded. They reached the studio, staring in awe at the large multi-story building. It was made of stone, making it look ancient and lovely. Ivy had begun making its way up the front, but it looked intentional. Jorge did not bother admiring the place, just walked in, leaving Noen out front. He realised what a mistake it was when he remembered he had no idea what this place was.

"¿Te puedo ayudar?" (Can I help you) a small round-faced girl asked, her fire red hair pulled into a bun on top of her hair. Jorge looked at her for a moment, before turning around and walking bac out, where Noen was still observing every detail of the structure.