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yes, hi, this is still a mess. I do hope you continue to like it tho xD

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au: famous!simón meets college!ámbar

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She slapped him.

Not strong enough to leave a mark of her hand, but enough to feel the slight sting of the hit. Her face after she realized what she'd done, was so hilarious, he ended up laughing instead of being mad, or offended. Ámbar apologized - albeit, she didn't sound that sorry, at all- and he'd waved it off, telling her not to worry about it. It had been his fault, after all; he was the one who had entered her personal bubble without warning, and made her react in the first place.

After he'd reassured her he wouldn't sue her, or hold it against her in anyway, they'd resume with the interview. Simón told her all about their journey to get a label, the struggle it was for the three of them to live in a loft and obey all of Nico's uncle's demands to let them stay there, the process of songwriting and song-picking for each album. He told her what his favorite song was (Valiente), his favorite to write (Alzo Mi Bandera) and the one that left him bittersweet (Eres); he also talked about his family, his experience living in a new country and starting from scratch to pursue a dream he wasn't one hundred percent he'd reach. She even got him to admit the Rollerband had talked about breaking up back in the olden days, and how he'd thought about going solo for a couple of months. That was the exclusive he'd promised, even if she didn't know it was.

Simón asked her a bunch of stuff about herself, too. He asked her about her family (only child, her mom and dad never married), her friends (a girl named Emilia was her best friend, and she had the occasional friends from her uni classes), her career (she liked it a lot, was on a scholarship since her mom couldn't pay her full tuition by herself and her dad had another little kid to worry about; she was aiming to be valedictorian, and wanted to have her own firm) and even managed to get her to admit she was single (her ex was too much like her, and liked his hair more than he liked her in a romantic way, apparently). The thing that had baffled him, offended him, and surprised him the most had been her dislike for pets. She thought they were messy (which they were), and too needy (true) and that their cuteness wasn't enough reason to keep one (... maybe), and he just couldn't agree on her on that one.

He loved dogs, he loved the companion they provided, loved how loyal and pure they were to show their love. She'd scrunched her nose at this, but admitted she wouldn't know since she'd never had one to compare; her building didn't allow pets, and her mom wasn't one to take care of one either, so it was only natural for them to own none. Simón expressed he really wanted one, but that his schedule was too unstable to adopt one and give them the love they required. Ámbar had proceed to ask him if his girlfriend wouldn't be up with adopting one with him, to which he just wiggled his brows at her, not denying, and not confirming.

By the time she felt she'd asked enough, it was a little over 19, and it was darker outside. She picked up her things and put on a sweater while he dropped their little plates on the bar, thanking the barista once again when the guy approached him to take the dishes off his hands. When he was back at the table, Ámbar was ready to go.

He led her to the door, his left hand on the small of her back; as they walked he made sure to look downwards most of the way, careful to not let his face show too much. The coffee shop wasn't full of people, but there were a couple of teenagers sitting two tables down from them, and another elderly couple by the door; the action was more out of habit than anything else.

Simón opened the door for them, and then his passenger door for her once they were in front of his car. He watched her reaction, curious to know if this surprised her, or impressed her in any way. It didn't. So, maybe her ex-boyfriend hadn't been a total ass to her.

"Where to?" he asked as soon as he started the car; she leaned over his GPS to write her address. The little device told him her complex was only twenty-five minutes away from the coffee shop, and a little over ten from his own apartment.

They small talked for a couple minutes, comments about the weather and the traffic being thrown there and there along the way. He suggested she could turn on the radio if she wanted, or connect her phone to his Bluetooth if she preferred; which she agreed on.

He wasn't surprised when Whitney Houston started playing, but he was surprised when she started singing along, and heard her carrying the tune like a pro.

"You have a pretty voice." Simón commented, once the last notes of 'How Will I Know' stopped. Ámbar merely shrugged it. "Did you take classes, or is it a natural talent?"

"Natural, I guess. Mom sings a lot around the house, it's a habit I picked on."

"Well, you're more than decent at it." This time, his compliment was met with a smile. After that, she resumed her singing to 80's songs, he joined occasionally when he knew the lyrics, or wasn't passing intersections and had to stay alert on the road.

They were five minutes away when the music got interrupted by an incoming call from 'Silvana ♥', Ámbar turned to him and asked him if he minded if she answered with the Bluetooth; when he shook his head, she pressed 'Answer', and her mom's voice resonated from the speakers.

"You close, sweetheart? I told you to text me when you were on your way." Her mom's voice wasn't as reprimanding as her words were, but he could hear the worry in it, anyway.

"Yes, mom, I'm only a couple blocks away, now."

"Did you take a cab? Do you want me to go down and pay for it? I'm still sorry I took your car today, darling."

Ámbar shook her head, even though her mom couldn't see her. "It's okay, mom. Simón offered me a ride, don't worry, I'll be there soon."

There was a pause. "Is he hungry? I made more than enough pasta for the three of us, I'd like to thank him personally for bringing you home."

"You mean you want to interrogate him and ask him for a picture." Another pause.

"Maybe."

Simón chuckled quietly at that. He looked her way for a second, enough to see her rolling her eyes at her mom's words.

"Mom, it's almost 20, I'm sure he's tired and has other things to do than to eat dinner with us-"

"I wouldn't mind." He interrupted Ámbar, smiling innocently when she glared at him. Her mom's squeals met their ears.

"Oh my, am I on speaker?! Why didn't you tell me, missy?! Simón, darling, you're more than welcome to come and eat dinner with us! I made this white sauce spaghetti that it's to die for! I also have some chicken, or I could make you a quick milanesa if you'd like, too!"

"I'd love to, ma'am. Thank you." He didn't know it was possible, but Ámbar's glare intensified.

Silvana chirped her goodbye, excited. "It's no problem, darling! I'll see you kids in a bit!"

"Why did you agree?!" Ámbar wasted no time reproaching him as soon as her mom hung up.

"Well first, because your mom sounded so nice I just couldn't say no." He shot a quick glance to Ámbar, noticing she wasn't amused, "secondly, and most important; it's Nico's turn to cook tonight. And I would really appreciate if you'd save me from the stomachache or help me save money on take out."

"Don't you have more important things to do than to have dinner with a girl and her fanatic mom?"

He pretended to think about it.

"No."

"Fine. But I'm only agreeing because I know this would make my mom's week." Simón whooped beside her, to which she rolled her eyes once more. She looked around, seeing they were already on her street. "Park near the green building."

He did, turned off the car and got out to join Ámbar, who had opened her own door and was out already. She waited until he'd locked his car to start her way towards the building, looking back at him once to confirm he was following her. She opened the building's gate, and then led him to the elevator, where she pressed the '2' and Simón guessed (obviously) was her floor.

After the elevator stopped on the floor, Ámbar walked only a couple meters to their left, to a door that read '203'; but before she could even put in her key, the door opened and revealed a woman who couldn't be older than 40. She, like her daughter, had her blonde hair a little under her shoulders, but her color wasn't as light as Ámbar's; their faces were slightly similar, but Simón was almost sure Ámbar took more after her dad than she did after her mom.

Silvana's hazel eyes shined with delight when she saw him. "Simón! It's so nice to meet you, darling! I'm Silvana, Ámbar's mom." Simón offered his hand, which she took excitedly, and pulled him into the apartment.

"Hello to you too, mom." Ámbar complained from behind them, sounding annoyed at them. Silvana waved her off.

"I see you every day, Bee."

"I can certainly feel the love tonight. Thanks mom."

"Stop being so dramatic, Ámbar María." At this, Simón looked over to her, silent question in his eyes.

"That's not my middle name." She denied, and he could see her anointment was turning into lowkey anger. Her left eye was twitching, and her mouth had turned into a scowl, which either her mom ignored, or was so used to it by now that it didn't faze her at all.

"Did you have fun on your date?" Silvana asked him, leading him to their dining table, where three plates of spaghetti were served already, alongside a simple salad and a few pieces of home-made fried chicken. Simón could hardly help his mouth watering at the sight of food, his two conchas and hot chocolate hadn't filled him as much as he'd hoped, and he was hungry again.

"Uh, it wasn't a date, ma'am, but I had a great time." He corrected as soon as he remembered what she'd asked, his mind too preoccupied with food to care.

Silvana's cheery face didn't change at all with his answer, "date, interview; it's always the same, no?"

He laughed, "if you choose to see it that way."

Ámbar, who had sat in front of him, rolled her eyes when he agreed with her mom; but chose not to speak her mind. Simón thought she knew how to pick her battles, and not even he could see her winning against her mom tonight.

Both he and Ámbar choked on their spaghetti when Silvana spoke next.

"Do you choose to see it that way?"

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He didn't answer. Didn't have to, really, since Silvana chose he'd meant a yes.

Ámbar, however, almost threw a fit. Simón could imagine she and her mom would have a very long chat as soon as he was out of the apartment, since he would do the same had it been his mom trying to not-so-subtly to set him up with a girl. Still, neither Silvana or he let the mood go into an awkward place, and he didn't leave as soon as he'd finished eating.

On the contrary, he stayed there until almost 22, when Pedro had called him to ask if he was still alive and if Ámbar hadn't kidnaped him yet. Silvana was a good person to chat with, and Ámbar became a lot more open with her mom in the room, so he ended up learning more about her, too.

When his time came, Ámbar accompanied him down to her building's gate, where waved him off to his car. A part of him was expecting a hug, or even a hand-shake, but then again; it wasn't a date, and they didn't like each other that way.

The yet rang in his head very loudly, even to him.

Simón wasn't surprised when he found both Nico and Pedro waiting for him on the living room; the T.V. on, a sports channel reviewing today's matches and announcing the next day's.

"So, how was it, stud?" Nico wondered, moving his eyebrows up and down three times.

"It was great, for an interview and all."

Pedro's words were as teasing as they were unbelieving. "An interview that lasted more than five hours?" He could only shrug. "Well, did you at least get it?"

Simón didn't know what he was referring to, "get what?"

"Your beanie. Did you get it?" His answer got him double the teasing and laughter.

At least now he had another reason to see her.

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