Summary- Carlos Santana was looking forward to a peaceful, relaxing, vacation away from his family and Spain. Instead he finds himself living in an apartment across from Cecil Palmer a 16-year-old who interns at the local Radio station that hosts a Bi-monthly horror style radio show. It wouldn't be as bad if the kid wasn't as adorable as he was and not crushing hard on the Spanish demon.
Cecil Palmer, was looking forward to a great summer before his Senior Year at Night Vale High. Interning at the Radio Station, forgetting about his bad break up, and hanging with his friends. Well, plans change when 23-year-old Carlos Santana moves in across the hall, and himself falling hard and fast for the mysterious older man.
Additional Info- Cecil is 16. Though it states that Carlos is '23' he is much older (by 100 or 2 years. This being normal as he is a DEMON/MONSTER.) This will feature a more Darker Carlos as I wanted to play around with him a bit though he will have his moments of sweetness he will most likely be more teasing and taunting character with somewhat of a sadistic streak. Cecil's not really all that changed...I don't think.
Story- Carlos' POV-
I let out a sigh as I flopped down on my couch; I'd finally finished moving into my new apartment. I let my eyes close as I relaxed listening to the peaceful silence. A smile tugged at my lips, blissful silence. No screaming or fighting. Just silence. I'd finally got to get out of that overcrowded mansion, out of Spain. To this peaceful town of Night Vale. I admit I did miss the sound of the music that filled the streets of Barcelona, but you can't get everything you want. I yawned stretching out on the leather sofa, feeling myself drifting off. I was nearly asleep when I felt a presence. I sat up looking at the door. There was a knock and I stood frowning. Who the hell could that be? I walked over and opened the door. A tall blonde woman with blue eyes stood holding a basket. Next to her was a kid, probably around 16 or so with short white-blonde hair and violet eyes, with square purple framed glasses. The woman wore a longish yellow sundress, her hair pulled back into a bun, the basket was filled with cookies, brownies and several other baked goods and food. The boy wore a purple T-shirt that said Night Vale Community Radio and black skinny jeans with black and purple sneakers.
"Hello, I'm Valerie Palmer, this is my son Cecil. We live right across the hall in room 37." the woman greeted. I blinked; the kid looked up as his mother nudged his side. He looked at her then at me and froze.
"H-hello." he greeted. I had to hold back the smirk wanting to curl on my lips at the kid's nervousness.
"Hello, I'm Carlos Santana." I greeted giving a charming smile. Valerie smiled. And held up the basket to me.
"We made up this for you. A sort of Welcome to Night Vale thing. I hope you enjoy it here." she said. "Cecil made most of it. Even put together the basket." Cecil blushed looking down.
"Moooom..." he whined quietly, embarrassed. I grinned.
"Well, I'm sure they are as delicious as they smell." I said. Valerie smiled.
"Well I have to head out. I hope we get to speak again, Mr. Santana." Valerie said.
"As do I." I said. She smiled and said goodbye before leaving. Cecil watched her leave.
"...S-so where are you from?" he asked. I looked at the kid, and smirked leaning against the doorframe.
"Sorry, kid I don't do interviews." I said. He looked confused then blinked.
"Oh! No... This isn't for the radio! I just... I was just wondering..." he said. I smirked.
"Barcelona." I said. "Now I've had a long trip and a really long day. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to rest." I told him, I stepped back and went to close the door.
"Wait! Maybe I could show you around sometime?" he asked. Oh this was just too much. This kid was too adorable for his own good.
"Thanks for the offer, but I've already got familiar with the city." I told him. Cecil practically deflated, I swear if the kid had cat ears they'd be flattened against his head.
"You did? Maybe I can tell you about the town, Mr. Santana. I don't mind." he said.
"Please, call me Carlos. Mr. Santana his my father." I purred out, letting my accent thicken. I couldn't help it, the kid was too easy. He blushed and looked down. I chuckled, "Also, sorry to inform you chico, but I don't date minors." I added.
"Oh! N-no, I wasn't... Um... I just..." Cecil stuttered stumbling over his words face red as a cherry. I chuckled and leaned forward catching his chin shutting him up. He stared at me with wide eyes.
"Maybe in a year or two, si?" I asked. He blinked and nodded silently. I smiled and let go, "See you around, kid." I said, before closing the door. I sighed and looked down at the basket of goodies. I pulled out a mint chocolate chip cookie and bit into it as I carried the basket to the kitchen and set it on the counter. I smiled and I finished the cookie. They were quite delicious. I yawned and stretched, letting out a sigh I left the kitchen and headed for my bedroom. Flopping down on my bed, I relaxed and closed my eyes, and allowed myself to fall asleep.
*Cecil's POV*
I sighed as I finished packing the last of the cookies in the basket. I arranged the goodies nicely and wrapped the purple and black ribbons around the handle. Mom came in as I finished.
"Oh sweetie that looks amazing!" she said. I gave a small smile.
"Thanks." I said. She came over.
"I'm sure the new neighbor will love it!" she said. I nodded, and turned to leave for my room. "Cecil, aren't you coming over with me to give him the basket?"
"Mom... I'm really tired..." I said. I didn't want to go out, I just wanted to stay in bed till I had to go into the Radio Station for work.
"Cece, Darling I know that you're still hurting but you need to get out. Meet new people!" mom said. I shifted and sighed.
"Fine." I murmured following her out. I didn't understand why I needed to come with. I could meet the person anytime. I stared at the ground as Mom knocked. I was tempted to just go back inside and crawl into my bed. I looked up as mom nudged me snapping out of my thought, I froze when I saw our new neighbor. He was tall, had shoulder length black hair that was pulled back in a short ponytail, dark brown eyes, and scruff. He wore a red and black plaid shirt with the long sleeves rolled up to the elbows and dark blue jeans. Oh sweet Void, he was hot.
"H-hello.." I greeted nervously.
"Hello, I'm Carlos Santana." He said smiling. Mom smiled and held out the basket to Carlos, who took it.
"We made this for you. A sort of Welcome to Night Vale thing. I hope you enjoy it here." She said. "Cecil made most of it, even put together the basket." I blushed and looked down.
"Moooom…" I whined quietly.
"Well, I'm sure they are as delicious as they smell." Carlos said.
"Well, I have to head out. I hope we get to speak again, Mr. Santana." Mom said.
"As do I." Carlos said. I looked back up as she said goodbye and left.
"...S-so where are you from?" I asked. Carlos looked at me and smirked leaning against his doorframe.
"Sorry, kid I don't do interviews." he said. I frowned confused then blinked, I was wearing my NVCR T-shirt.
"Oh! No... This isn't for the radio! I just... I was just wondering..." I said. 'Smooth Ceece real smooth.' He smirked.
"Barcelona." He said. "Now I've had a long trip and a really long day. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to rest." he told me, he stepped back and went to close the door.
"Wait! Maybe I could show you around sometime?" I asked. What the hell was I doing?
"Thanks for the offer, but I've already got familiar with the city." Carlos said. I frowned and shifted.
"You did? Maybe I can tell you about the town, Mr. Santana. I don't mind." I suggested. Geeze, he clearly didn't want to hang out with a kid. What in the name of the Void was I doing?
"Please, call me Carlos. Mr. Santana his my father." he purred, his accent thickening. I blushed and looked down. He chuckled, "Also, sorry to inform you chico, but I don't date minors."
"Oh! N-no, I wasn't... Um... I just..." I stuttered stumbling over my words, I knew my face had to be as red as a cherry. He chuckled and leaned forward catching my chin shutting me up quite quickly. I stared at him with wide eyes.
"Maybe in a year or two, si?" He asked. I blinked and nodded dumbly. He smiled and let go, "See you around, kid." he said, before closing the door. I stood there staring at it, my legs feeling weak. I stepped back and turned stumbling back inside. I closed the door and leaned against it sliding down to the floor.
What just happened? I'd never felt so nervous in my life. And most certainly never stuttered. I could talk for hours, to every and any one! So why had I barely been able to speak to Carlos? I felt my face heat up, and my heart race. Why was I so flustered? I'd never felt like this… Not even around Steve! I felt myself calm and felt my eyes sting at the thought of my ex. I sighed and looked at the time.
5 o'clock. I had to be at the radio station in an hour. I pushed myself to my feet.
Meow! I smiled, leaning down to pick up my cat cuddling.
"Hey, Khoshekh, how's my darling baby boy?" I cooed. He purred rubbing his head against my cheek. I grinned and kissed his head. I'd found Khoshekh at the radio station, and since Station Management said he couldn't stay I took him home. I set the black cat down giving him a scratch behind the ear. I set out food and milk for him, and gave him one last scratch before leaving.
I locked the door as I left the apartment. I looked across the hall before walking down the hall. On my way to the station, I couldn't help but wonder if Carlos would listen to the radio.
~*~*~End~*~*~
So! Here is Chapter One of Dark Secrets. I hope you all enjoy this as I am excited to finally write it out. Not to mention finish this chapter. Any way review.
~Shadow On The Full Moon