I hate you, I love you - Simbar
So one person asked for Simon’s POV and another asked for Ámbar’s so there is a bit of both, though I wanted this one to have some of Ámbar’s feeling, so her part is bigger. You will see.
Hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. It’s always nice to know what you are thinking. Even if it’s something you want to suggest, if its a critic, go for it.
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Part 5
Simón’s POV
When I pull into the driveway of the mansion, I realize Ámbar is asleep. She looks so peaceful, so calm, nothing like the boiling Ámbar who was screaming at me just 10 minutes ago. Sleeping Ámbar is different from any other Ámbar. There is no evil in her face, no plotting, no worrying about being the best or anything like that. She would look like an angel, if it weren’t for the consequences of the rain. Which makes me remember I can’t stay here looking at her. I need to wake her and take her inside. She needs a tea and a warm bath as soon as possible, or at least to get out of her wet clothes.
I take my hand to her face, caressing her cheek, trying to wake her smoothly. No response. I lean closer to her, stroking the wet locks from her face and whisper “Ámbar we are here…”
She smiles still asleep, then blinks and opens her eyes. So beautiful and blue. Her peaceful features turn into confused ones while she returns to a sitting position.
“Hey… We arrived the mansion. Let’s get you inside.” I whisper.
She shakes her head, probably clearing her thoughts and embraces herself with my coat, then taking her hand to the zipper.
“No, no… Keep it until we get inside, okay?” She nods, agreeing.
“Thank you…” She agrees, her voice weak and rusty. She looks outside and then turns quickly to me.
“Can you.. Uh… Forget it…”
“What is it, Ámbar?” I ask, placing my hand in her shoulder but quickly retracting it.
“I don’t want them to see me like this...” She admits looking down and sniffs.
I chuckle and her eyes come back to my face. “I knew it… Just let me…” She raises her eyebrows, attitude filling her whole self. She didn’t like my reaction and places her hand on the door knob. I grab her other hand.
“Ámbar, don’t take me wrong. I wasn’t laughing at you; I was just laughing because you are being silly! You don’t, I mean you can’t be perfect all the time! And those people won’t judge you for being caught up with the rain…”
She shrugs and nods. “You are right. I should probably get going. Thanks for bringing me.” She sadly smiles. I frown and raise my eyebrows as well. “Oh no, Ms. Ámbar not so fast! I am personally taking you inside and making sure you don’t do anything else stupid.”
She smirks and this time her smile reaches her eyes. She reaches for the door knob again. “No! Wait!” I exclaim making her freeze in her place.
I grab the umbrella from the back seat and jump outside, running to the passenger door.
I open it and a radiant smile brightens up her face.
She steps outside and gets under the umbrella with me. I pick up her bag and she silently thanks me.
I made sure not to park far from the door so in a matter of seconds we are there.
Ámbar’s POV
I pick the bag from Simón and unzip one of the pockets, taking the keys out. I open the door and Simón follows me inside. Luna who is sitting on the couch turns to us.
“Ámbar!? Simón!?” She exclaims and gets up, heading towards us.
“Oh My… You are soaking wet!” She states, covering her mouth with her hands in surprise. “What happened to you guys?”
“I found her when I was driving home and gave her a lift.” Simón replies, shrugging. He acts like it was no big deal, as if it was as simple as he states.
Monica and Miguel come out of the kitchen as well. “Luna who’s here? Oh… Ms Ámbar!? What happened?” Monica asks, mimicking her daughter’s reaction.
I sigh not having much patient for any of this and sit on the couch, resting my head in its arm.
I hear Simón talking to Luna’s parents, but I can’t really focus. My mind keeps replaying all that happened until us arriving here. He was nice to me. Well a strange kind of nice, he was obviously still angry at me and told some pretty hurtful things, but overall it seemed like he genuinely wanted to help me. Was it my impression? Was it pitty? Was it really care? What was it? And how did he find me? And when did he start driving?
So many questions and I had zero strength to find answers for them. I just wanted things to go back to when it was just the two of us and no problems… But being honest to myself, that only lasted a day… The day of our first date. The day of our first (and only) kiss.
I close my eyes and sigh. Before Simón found me, I had been walking for about 15 minutes. I was now used to taking myself around the city, simply by skating or walking there. I didn’t want or enjoy using of our driver, it made me lose some freedom I wasn’t willing to let go of. So, when it started raining I decided, I would figure myself out of the situation. But things got out of control and before I knew it, I was lost in the middle of the rain, not really knowing where to take shelter. Until Simon arrived.
I feel a blanket being thrown over me and open my eyes, by my side is Alfredo who is smiling down at me. “This is to keep you warm, child. A tea will be right out for you and I already asked Carolina to prepare you a bath!”
I blink and realize I must have fallen asleep because I didn’t notice when all of this was done. I sit, adjusting the blanket over my legs. Just then, Simón kneels in front of me with a fuming cup in his hands.
“Here, Ámbar. Monica made a tea for you. I told her to make a green tea with lemon. I know you like it. Please don’t change it…”
I take the cup from his hands and take a sip. It tastes like liquid paradise. I couldn’t care less about whatever flavour it was. It’s the best feeling in the world, compared to my wet clothes which are now more uncomfortable than ever.
Simón smiles slightly and gets up. “Drink it all! Then you take a bath and you will be like new in no time. Monica’s teas are miraculous! I already asked Luna to grab some clean clothes from your room, than she can leave them at the bathroom.”
I almost choke with his words and start coughing, shaking my head in the process. “No, no! Tell her not to get in my room!” I am finally able to say.
“But why? Do you want someone else to grab them for you?” Luna asks from the stairs and I cough again. “Do you want me to get the clothes for you?” Alfredo asks.
“It’s just my room is really messy. I don’t want you to see it like that. I will do it myself!” I announce, finishing the drink, then I get up, putting the cup down.
Alfredo stands up as well and places his hands in my shoulders. “Oh… my dear grand-child… Look at you! It’s never a good idea to play in the rain! I know it can be funny but Mother nature as its pranks!” He says winking at me. I half smile and nod agreeing. The words “grand-child” warming my heart.
I turn to Simón. “Well, thank you so much for bringing me here and assuring I was fine. I am sure it must have been a bit hard for you. Which I get. Now I am going upstairs. Please thank Monica for me. See you tomorrow.” I state in my “everything is awesome” usual fake tone, heading as fast as I could upstairs and silently thanking Luna on the way.
There are two reason why I left the room so quickly: one, I really didn’t want anyone in my bedroom. After everything that happened with Luna, only Carolina has seen it and I asked her to be quiet about whatever she saw. The others days when I left I would make sure to lock the room so no one could visit it, especially not Luna or Simón on their little trips. Two, I didn’t want to return Simón’s coat, so I knew distracting him with something or simple vanishing, would assure me a few more hours with it. I would probably have to return it tomorrow because that’s how frequently I know he comes here, which will hurt me much more than if I did now or in the car as I had first planned, but sometimes you have to endure the pain to prolong the happiness a little while longer…
I open the bathroom’s door which is right next to my room and find Carolina is still there.
“Ms. Ámbar. Your bath is set. Let me know if you need anything else.” She states, taking a quick look at me.
“Thanks, Carolina! I think I am fine for now!”
She leaves the bathroom closing the door behind her. I sigh and turn to the mirror, taking in the image of myself. It’s not as bad as I though it would me. My eyeliner is a bit blurred, making it look like I haven’t slept in days, which isn’t far from the thruth. My hair is curlier than usual, after being dried but the car’s heat. Simon’s blue coat is so big it reaches my knees and under it my dress is glued to my skin.
I take off the clothes and climb inside the bathtub.
I have always enjoyed long baths, but today I wasn’t up for it. I wanted to get over with this so I could climb inside my bed and wrap my blankets around me. So in a few minutes I am done. I put on my bathrobe and sit in from of the mirror, removing the rest of the makeup and combing my hair.
I sneeze twice in a row and realize Simon’s predictions were more than right. I was getting sick. Something I think only happened to me twice in my entire life. Once when I was a kid and got a flu after staying outside practicing to make sure my coreo was perfect for my first ever competition, but it was so cold your breath produced smoke; and one time when I got food poisoning because the new employee forgot to check the expiring date. However, I knew it was far from pleasant and it made you weak. I would have to deal with the consequences either way.
I open my bedroom’s door, taking Simón’s coat with me. It’s only 6 pm but I am feeling super tired and don’t really want to put on some “day clothes”. So I take out one of my nightgowns, dressing the coat on top of it.
I hop on bed and cuddle, taking in everything that this provides. Simón is right, my jacket is ridiculous, espeacilly when compared to this fufly, cozy coat of his. And what’s best? It smells like him. If I close my eyes and imagine strongly enough, it almost feels like he is the one hugging me. Like his strong, protective arms are around me, making me feel safe and cared about. I smile, replaying some memories in my head. When it reaches bad memories, I open my eyes. “No, Ámbar… Just stop…”
This might have been a one time thing, this friendliness of Simón. Tomorrow he might be back to his usual cold, and distant figure with me, but today, today I want to keep the worried and bossy Simón in my head. I wanted to remember the good memories. The kisses in the hand, the beautiful words, the compliments, the hugs, the kiss. All of which once made me change and feel like I was wanted. So I turn off the lighs and wrap his coat tighter around me. Today I want to fall asleep thinking that for once, I am not alone.
