Broken Dreams Club - Elite

I

"It's looking really, really fucking good, fuck." 

"Gracias amigo, muchísimas gracias; but I feel like I'm going to regret it later, not gonna lie to you." The blonde- well, former blonde laughed as she played with the ends of her now mid breast length shiny brunette hair.

"If you regret it, you're dyeing it-"

"I'm not dyeing it blue, Christian." She said, cutting him short.

"Y por que no? . . ."

And that was when Alaska slowly tuned him out, knowing he was about to give her a long and dramatic speech on how he thought she'd look like a mermaid if she dyed her hair icy blue. But it was already out of the question. 

Staring at Christian as he rambled on, Ala took in his features and he had changed so much as well. Whenever they talked over video chat, it's like his hair was growing longer and more curly, but his contagious smile is what lit a fire in her heart each time. He tried to call her everyday since she'd left for France, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as he was constantly being whisked away to some luxurious destination with Carla and sometimes Polo. He always had a smile on his face even when he sometimes found it difficult to, all in an attempt to make her feel better. 

She was appreciating it more and more.

"Y tu! Your hair is so nice now that you've let it grow out." She complimented to cut him off. 

"It'll look even better when you're pulling on it."

"Goodnight."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry-"

But it was too late as she laughed while dragging the mouse over to cut the call promptly.

As much as she wished she could talk to him some more, but it was currently 2:16am in Palermo, which meant it was 2:16 - now 2:17am, as well in Madrid, meaning it was extremely late for the both of them. It was bedtime. 

Besides, school reopened in two days, that upcoming  Monday, and Velazquez twins had a plane to catch in six hours to head back to real life. 

Real life. 

At the thought of returning back her life, back to reality, and back to school, Alaska had a nervous breakdown at least once a day. But then she dried underneath her eyes, dusted herself off, and went back down to spend time with her grandparents.

More time, she'd attempt to weasel in a conversation about how she wanted to start visiting them more, and that they were becoming older so she wanted to spend more time with them. This was all in an effort to get her grandparents to feel sentimental and have her stay with them full time just so she would never have to return to Las Encinas. 

But alas, it was only a matter of time till her abuela suggested that her and her abuelo would visit Madrid during more Christmases so their schedule isn't disrupted.

Plan failed.

Alejandro liked to think that his sister was feeling much better. According to their aunt, Alaska did in fact spend the entire two weeks of her time with her and their cousins majorly depressed. It was only at the extreme end of those two weeks that she wasn't caught crying as much and. she was talking with everyone, eating all her food, going outside, and such. Their aunt even mentioned that she didn't understand why she'd been so down, but Alejandro explained that they both lost a friend and even though that was partly the reason, he'd left out the part about Guzman.