Mia's pov
Once I was done showering and brushing my teeth, I tied my wet hair up into a messy bun.
I found Ivan's hoodie and sweatpants way too big for me but extremely comfortable.
I walked downstairs and heard voices chatting.
I found the boys (including Uri) surrounding the dining table dishing them breakfast and Boggi handing out everyone's coffee.
I felt awkward as everyone's eyes fall on me.
"Come have breakfast with us." Ivan calls me over.
I couldn't look at Boggi, nor Emilio. It was just too awkward.
Ivan gave me a dished plate with a coffee which I took, thanking him. I was awfully hungry now.
Ivan sat next to me, Emilio across from him and Boggi across from me.
I didn't look up once as I finished my breakfast in silence.
When I do look up after a long while, I notice Boggi straring at my bruised wrist.
His jaw ticks like he's upset about something.
When he realizes that I had caught him he looks away and sips on his coffee and I quickly pull down the sleeve of the hoodie to cover my wrist.
When breakfast had ended I decided to go back up to Ivan's bedroom as I still felt a bit drowsy.
I found my phone to be on the charger on the bedside table.
I climbed onto the bed and took my phone off from the table. I stared at the picture of my mom on my lockscreen. I missed her, alot. Especially in times like these.
I felt a tear trickle down my cheek as I laid on my side just staring at the picture.
I think I had cried myself asleep because when I had woken up the sun began setting outside.
I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs where I found the boys making tik toks.
"She's back! How'd you sleep, chica?" Ivan asks.
"Good thanks. I actually think I should be getting home now." I look over at Boggi who's slumped into the sofa not looking once up at me.
When no one answers me, Ivan does.
"I'll take you."
Ivan then drives me home. When I do get home I thank him for the night.
"Don't worry about Bog. He'll come around." Ivan tells me before I get out of his car.
I stand on the sidewalk as I watch him drive off down the road.
I enter my house and Maria stands there waiting for me with a hand on her hip.
"Oh look, the slut's home. Is this the time to come home young lady?"
"Is my dad home?" I ask her, ignoring the childish comments she threw at me.
"He's out getting last minute groceries. Don't you ignore me missy."
I walk right passed her up to my bedroom. I was not in the mood for her right now.
"Don't think you going to just ignore me while I'm talking to you." Her voice goes muffled as I close my bedroom door behind me.
I was absolutely drained. I needed more sleep.
I changed out of Ivan's clothes and got dressed in pajamas.
I combed out my knotty, wavy hair letting it lose from the uncomfortable bun it's been in whole day.
The sun had fully set now. The only light was the moonlight that poured into my room.
I climbed into my bed and instantly closed my eyes when my head hit the pillow.
In the middle of the night I feel my bed dipping next to me.
I was still trapped in my deep sleep but I was quite aware of what was happening right now.
I then felt a warm presence against my back, an arm wrapping around my waist.
"I'm so sorry, Mia." The voice whispers in my neck.
I knew very well who the voice belonged to.
With the comfort of his presence I then fall back into my slumber.
The next morning I woke up. The brightness of the morning sun filled my bedroom.
I felt a weight around my waist and saw that it was an arm.
I slowly removed it off of me so I could sit up, not wanting to wake him up.
He sleeps peacefully beside me, his hair tousled into his face.
I smile at how cute he looked right now.
"Boggi." I whisper.
He doesn't budge.
"Boggi." I shove him lightly.
He groans and mumbles something in Spanish.
I chuckle lightly.
"Boggi, you have to wake up before my dad sees you."
Boggi doesn't budge but I take in this moment to watch him peacefully sleep.
He's such an amazing soul and here I am, thoughts of me kissing his best friend made me feel as slimy as ever.
Boggi's eyes start to flutter open.
"Morning." He says groggily.
"You have to get up before someone sees you."
"I just want to stay here, in bed," he pulls me down with him, "with you."
We're now laying face to face. He's beautiful eyes staring down at me.
"I'm sorry. About the other night. I wasn't thinking straight. You have to believe that that wasn't me."
"Boggi. I believe you."
A look of shame is now evident on his face, "Yeah but I hurt you."
He gently takes my bruised wrist in his hands, stroking his thumb over it.
He brings it up to his lips and presses a soft kiss on it making me giggle at his cute gesture.
"So do you forgive me?" He asks me with a cute smile.
"Yes, I forgive you."
A bright smile grows onto his face.
