The Right Direction

This is a secret Santa gift that I have not read through since finishing it last night so hopefully it doesn't suck. Hope you enjoy!

the inspiration for Luna's outfit in the first part https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/523613894173087888/

Matteo hadn't even wanted to come out that night. It had started with his best friend bashing on the door in tear while his other best friend/roommate made them hot chocolate. Once he and Gastón had got Ámbar to calm down, they quickly realised that to solve the issue they had to drive her to a party on the other side of town. Once they arrived all three got out. Ámbar disappeared inside the club almost instantly, no doubt going to resolve her aforementioned issue, while Gastón gave Matteo a guilty look before running off to flirt with a very oblivious Nina. That left Matteo with very little to do. He had had a long and stressful day at university and his dad had called him after dinner which always makes his mood take a dive for the worst.

Instead of standing in a room full of drunks, Matteo decided to go and wait in his car. The car park was dark, but his bright red car was easily spotted, what was harder to spot was the head of brown hair beside it. In fact he didn't even notice until the owner started to yank at the handle whilst simultaneously bashing the window.

"Hey!" Matteo yelled. "What you doing to my car?"

Matteo jogged over until he was close enough to see the small girl. She pretty adorable actually. Her hair was a mess and there were marks on her clothes where drinks had been spilt. She wore a pair of short, back dungarees and a white shirt underneath, which allowed him to see the suggestion of a blue bra underneath - not the he was looking. She was clearly drunk and her expression was pure anger. Matteo suddenly regretted telling, even if it did look like she was trying to steal his car.

"Look," she said in a huff, "I am really not in the mood for whatever you are about to pull, okay? My ex-boyfriend just showed up to my best friend's birthday, completely uninvited, with his new girlfriend, who spilt her drink all over me by the way. I mean, look at me! It's bad enough that I was drinking everything I could get my hands on, but now I'm sticky with alcohol. AND, to top it all off, my stupid car door won't open!" For extra effect, the girl pulled on the handle with all her might before letting his go with a bang.

"Umm, actually, that's my car."

"What?"

"That's not your car."

The girl blinked up at him a few times before walking, more like stumbling, towards the front to read the registration plate.

"Uh, so it is," she said, staring at the car with a dumbfounded expression. "My mistake." Then she stumbled away.

Matteo shook his head and was about to get in his own car when he realised the very drunk girl had the intention of driving a car. Not the best idea.

"Hey!" He yelled over to her. She turned around, but even from a distance and in the dark, he could see that her eyes weren't really focused on him. "Why don't you let me drive you home?"

"Stranger danger." She said it so bluntly, like even drunk she knew it should be obvious.

"I'm Matteo Balsano, there you go, no longer a stranger."

A bright smile took over her face, as if just giving his name really had made them no longer strangers.

"My name's Luna, pleasure to meet you Chico Fresa."

That took him aback. "Fresa?"

"It means arrogant boy in Mexico."

At least now he could place her accent.