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Valeria

Last night after Truth or dare. We watched a movie until everyone left. I've been doing a lot of thinking and I need to talk to Joel. I got dressed and made my way over to his house.

I knocked on his door. His mom opened it and greeted me with a hug.

" he's upstairs." She said and I made my way to his room.

I opened the door quietly and saw him sitting at his computer. He was shirtless , with sweats , and his curls were a mess. He was busy playing his game. I went and hugged him from behind. I kissed his cheek and he smiled. He stopped his game and pulled me onto his lap.

" hey." I whispered

" Hi, this is a nice surprise." He said and I smiled

"I have a lot on my mind and I wanted to talk." I spoke.

" okay , well let's get comfortable." He said getting up and guiding me to sit on his bed. He closed the door right after.

" Talk to me." He said sitting next to me giving me his full attention.

"First there's us , Joel why haven't we spoken about actually dating ? What are we ?" I asked straight up.

" because we couldn't date." He said and I furrowed my eyebrows.

" Yes we are attracted to each other and I truly do like you. Now I don't doubt that you like me. But , before me comes others. I notice everything Vale. You and Geoffrey have unfinished business. You guys broke up due to circumstances not because there was no love. Then you and Richard have some type of business you maybe want to start. I see how he looks at you." He said

" What I doubt he has any interest in me. But , He interest me." I admitted

" It's okay I'll always be here for you. If neither of them work out. You know where to find me." He smiled

Ugh , he's so sweet. I pulled him into a hug.

" Thank you Joel." He hugged me back tightly. We both fell back on the bed. I laid my head on his chest.

" what are you going to do about them ?" He asked

" I have no clue." I said

After spending some time with Joel I went back home. Everything was so quiet. I walked upstairs to my room and changed into some shorts but kept the shirt ( image above). I then realized two notes on my bed.

I'm going out - Love Yash

I'm in Christopher's bed ;) - Yadi

I laughed at her craziness. So that means Richard must still be here.

" Richard ?!" I called out for him in the hall.

nothing.

" Richard ?!" I said as I made it to the main floor. I looked in the living room nothing. He must be in the kitchen. I went in there and still nothing. But , I saw  a dirty plate in the sink. Before I leave I leave everything clean.

" Yashel ! Come on this shit isn't funny!" I yelled again. I decided to go to the basement and there he was drawing. Yes , Richard likes to draw. 

" Tu me oye gritando como una loca y no dices nada." I said as i walked in. He just looked up at me. Next , he began to pick up his material.

" Oh so your just going to ignore me like you have been doing since yesterday?" I said getting annoyed.

He looked at me and continued to clean.

" Richard Yashel Camacho!" I shouted pissed off at this point. He was about to walk pass me to the door to go upstairs and I grabbed his wrist.

" Are you deaf? Can't you here I'm talking to you ?" I said looking straight into his eyes.

He stood shut. 

" What's your problem ?" I asked now letting him go. I've haven't been this mad in a minute.

" You really want to know what's my problem?" He asked staring into my eyes. His voice was low and raspy due to not talking in a while. He's been home alone all this time.

" yes." I said

" Your my problem." He spoke

Hold up ... what did I do ?

" Tu me vuelves loco." He said and what came next was unexpected.

He crashed his lips on to mine. My lips instantly kissed back. Our lips moved in sync. The kiss was slightly aggressive. You can tell we've both been wanting this. My hands made their way around his neck. His hands came around my waist coming in contact with my bare skin. 

His touch sent shivers down my spine.

They finally kissed.

Should I continue in Richard's POV next ?

Do I have any cncowners from NYC?

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