It was Sunday morning, and it was raining, so I didn't have too many things to do. I decided to have a shower and then have breakfast, so that's what I did. After that, I went back to my room and put a pair of jeans and a T-shirt on. I moved my bed so it was next to the window, and I sat on it. Sebastian was sitting in his bed too, he was reading, as he always used to do.
"He reads a lot…"
I grabbed a notebook and a pencil, and without noticing I started to do a drawing of him. It took me a couple hours, and he was still focused in his book, or that's what I thought; I saw him grabbing his phone, and a half minute later I got a text from him.
"Seriously, you've been watching me for two hours. Am I that handsome?"
I blushed and I giggled nervously, not knowing what to say.
"I told you I was doing my essay for school :-)" I replied.
"Sure. Lopez, it's kind of creepy the way you stalk me, but I'm flattered." I saw him smiling amused.
"Don't be. You're not that hot."
"Stop lying, I know when you're doing it even when you text me. Plus, you've told me how hot I am last night… ;-D"
"Shut up. The truth is that I'm way too bored and I have nothing to do." He laughed at my text.
"Come over." He sent. I looked at him and he just nodded. I stood up, and grabbing my umbrella, I walked to my door and got out of my house. I went to his door and I knocked.
–Uh, it's been awhile since the last time I saw you. –Sebastian joked. I smiled and nodded.
–Indeed! –I answered. He smiled me back, and for the first time it wasn't a smirk.
–Do you want to go for a walk, Lopez? –he folded his arms, resting his back on the wall. I shrugged
–It's raining, but if you want to…–He shrugged as well.
–Better than staying at home and watch me for two hours reading. –I looked at the ground smiling and I rolled my eyes.
–Alright. –I said simply.
–Come in while I look for an umbrella and my coat. –he stepped to a side so I can get inside, and I walked in. Sebastian closed the door and went upstairs; I waited in the living room for him.
He came back five minutes later and we walked out of his house.
–Where are your parents? –I asked to him.
–They went to perform to Texas. They are out a lot, I'm most of the time alone…–he said looking down. I could notice that he wasn't happy with that.
–I thought you liked to be alone…–I said looking at him.
–Not really. Actually, I hate it.
–Don't take this question in a bad way, but, if you don't like loneliness, why are you so bad to people? –the question seemed to shock him, because it took him like a minute to answer me.
–I think it's because I've been alone all my life and nobody told how to be good…–we walked without saying a word for ten minutes until he broke the silence–And what about you? Why are you bad to people? –I sighed, looking at the ground.
–What I'm going to tell you is something that not everybody knows. I used to have a twin, her name was Marie Claire. One day, my dad and my sister went for a walk; I was with my mom in the shopping center when we received a call that changed our lives: A car hit my sister, who was just eleven years old. Doctors tried to save her for four hours, but they couldn't. And after that, nothing was the same. My parents are sad people since Marie is not longer with us, and I became the person that I am now. –Without noticing, I started to cry. I loved Marie Claire, even if we used to fight a lot. Sebastian looked at me sadly and placed his arms around me, holding me tightly. I placed my head on his chest and I cried; he stayed silent, caressing my back.
–It's better if I take you home…–he said to me softly.
–I don't want to be alone, stay with me…–I answered sobbing in his chest. He just nodded and we went back to my house. When we arrived, I opened the door and we got in. He closed it and we walked upstairs, going to my room; he was holding my hand.
I lied on my bed and he sat next to me, looking at me worried while I was crying.
–Santana, everything's going to be okay. I'm really sorry, for making you talk about this…–he told me, and I looked at him into his eyes.
–It's okay… You didn't know. –He wiped my tears away and smiled slightly.
–Want me to leave you alone?
–No…–I said sitting up. I moved forward and I kissed him gently, placing my hand on his cheek. He kissed me back, stroking my hair.
–This is unfair, I can't hate you if you cry and then kiss me like you do…–he said as we pulled back and smiled. I laughed slightly.
–So you like my kissing…
–Yes, maybe a little. –he shrugged and then grinned. I grinned back.
–I can't hate you if you are so caring with me; this of being enemies is not going to work.
–But what will happen with our 'Enemies with benefits' title? –I chuckled
–Enemies with benefits? Well, we could be… friends with benefits.
–That's boring. We could pretend we hate each other. –He joked.
–So you don't hate me…
–I never did, it's just that I find really funny to annoy you.
–You are just trying to catch my attention…–I said looking at my hands smiling.
–And it's working, right? –Sebastian asked.
–Very well. –I admitted. –And maybe I like you.
–Maybe?
–Maybe.
–Is that your way of saying that you're crazy for me?
–Perhaps. –he smiled and I smiled him back, blushing slightly.
–Well, if we're going to be honest, I like you too, "maybe" –he said doing quotes in the air with his hands.
–Is that your way of saying that I am driving you mad? – He smiled and looked at his side, nodding.
–Perhaps…–he looked into my eyes and I smiled. He moved closer to me and we kissed again tenderly.