𝙈𝙀𝙇𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 I alessio s.

𝟎𝟓 'Why'd She Call Me That'

It was a cold night, the only thing that lit up the sky were the stars and the crescent moon. Alessio and I lay there on my roof, with blankets and pillows. That same night my mother got a call from a family member that my grandmother had passed away. So Alessio came over to comfort me.

"Whats that one thing your grandma used to always call you?" Alessio asked, with both arms crossed behind his head for support.

"She called me a lot of things." I replied staring out into the sky.

"Well yeah, but I remember this one-" Alessio questioned, but I cut him off.

"Mariposa. Ever since I was born she called me her Mariposa." I said trying to hold in my tears.

My grandma was the one person I could talk to with out getting judged. She knew me well, and knew how to make me smile. I'd see her everyday, before she moved away. Her being gone is just really hard to take in. I miss her.

"Oh yeah. Mariposa? What does it mean?" Alessio said turning to his side, to where he was now looking at me.

"It means, butterfly." I said, still avoiding eye contact. Tears slowly started to roll down on each side of my face.

"You know she had a nick name for me too." Alessio said, starting to sit up.

"I bet it was something really stupid." I said now looking at him, slightly giggling.

"I have no idea what it mean't, but I think it was like el unico or su amor." he said looking back down at me. Oh my god, I know what they mean. Gosh grandma! Why?

"Oh god, I know what those mean." I said sitting up, putting my head in my hands.

"What? What do they mean?" Alessio said eager to know.

"I'm not telling you." I mumbled with my face still in my hands.

"C'mon! I'm not just gonna live the rest of my life not knowing what these things mean." he said shaking my shoulders. I took my head out of my hands, and sat straight facing towards him.

"El unico. It means the one. Su amor. It means her love." I said sounding kind of embarrassed. When me and my grandma had our long talks, usually about my love life, she always brought up Alessio. She would tell me he was the one for me, or that he's my love.

"Why'd she call me that?" Alessio said smiling, yet confused.

"You really wanna know?" I said throwing my self back down onto the blankets and pillows.

"Well yeah." he said laying next to me.

"She always had this fantasy about us ending up together. I know it sounds so stupid." I said not looking at him once.

"I don't think it's stupid." Alessio said looking up at the sky. This made me look at him.

"Why?" I said. Did he like me? Back?

"I don't know what if I am el unico?" he said looking back at me.

"What?" I replied, still confused.

"I like you Y/N. Since the day we met. Fifth grade, I've liked you. A lot." he said giggling after he said a lot. I gave in, I like him too.

"I guess you are mi amor." I said smiling. Did I sound cringey?

"Ok what does that-" he said about to ask what it meant, but I cut him off. With a kiss. It took him a second, but he kissed back after. Through the kiss we both smiled.

"I love you mi amor." I said after we pulled away.

"I love you too Mariposa."