So I edited this because I was too busy thinking about the Italy bros that I accidentally made him say bella. But now the error is fixed~!
Please enjoy 😘

You didn't know what you were doing. You didn't have much money to begin with, but you were going to the fiesta anyways. Sure, you'd never been to open before and you always wanted to. The one thing you knew for sure, you were going to be pretty poor afterwards.

Letting out a breath, you let a smile spread on your lips as you step out of your car. You're hit by a wave of loud, Spanish music and bright colors of banners and balloons. Thousands of people are dressed in bright and colorful garments, making you blush slightly at your own red, billowy skirt that was nowhere near as wonderful as the ones of the women dancing. You quickly feel the heat of the hot, summer day and take off your thin jacket while you're still at your car, then close the door and lock your car, sticking your keys in your purse.

You make your way into the crowd of celebrators and start searching for the nearest punch stand. When you get there, you order glass and a man interrupts.

"Put it on me!"

You look in surprise at the man, only to be shocked by his stunningly hot Spanish looks. His gorgeous, chocolate brown hair has perfect, small waves. He gives you a wink with his beautiful, fern green eyes and you can't help but gape at his good looks.

"What is a chica like you doing here, bonita?" He asks you, sucking you back to reality.

You shake your head out of your trance and try not to lose yourself again as you return your gaze. "Oh... um... well, I wasn't doing anything this weekend so I decided to... come to a fiesta." You put on your brightest smile and try not to look at him lustfully.

He nods and looks around once before looking back at you. "Sí! This is your first time, no?"

You nod. "Yup."

He laughs then offers you his hand. "Hola. My name is Antonio. I can you show you where the fun stuff is, if you'd like?"

"Sure! Yes, that'd be great!" You reply as a tall glass of punch is placed in front of you. You take it gratefully. "My name is (Y/N)"

Antonio takes your free hand and starts in a direction, glancing back at you. "This way, chica!"

You follow after the Spaniard as he guides you past the raving people for what seems like forever until you finally stop at a large stand with lots of water and rocks. You're confused at first, when you see the over joyous look on Antonio's face. The look women give to small babies. You crane your neck to get a better look inside and quickly understand. Inside, you see the most adorable turtles you've ever seen.

"Son tan lindos! I Iove turtles!" He cries out with an adorably red, tomato face.

You can't help but giggle at him. "Señor Tonio! You look like tomato!"

He blushes, then turns towards you with a complete change of expression. "Chica! Don't call me Señor; call me amar!"

Confused, you nod. "Aright!" The only question in your mind was, what does amar mean?

Antonio buys two small turtles; one for you and one for himself, and the two of you continue to walk on. The two of you walk around and around, in the end dancing and dancing to the upbeat music.

After the craziness, you find yourselves lying on a hillside with your turtles on your chests, watching fireworks go off and you feel a hand slip into yours. You turn your head to meet your (E/C) eyes into his and the reflection of the fireworks only makes it harder to resist the dreaminess. You feel your heart rate accelerate as you gaze into his soft stare.

His soft lips part to speak. "Chica... did you enjoy the fiesta?"

You can barely find your voice. "Yes... I did. It was the best time I've ever had."

A look settles in his eyes you can barely recognize, but you know that his orbs seem to bore deeper into your soul. Whether it was a dream or not, your faces seem to grow closer together. You can feel his breath on your lips and you quickly glance at his and look back into his eyes. No sooner do you expect contact, do your eyes eventually close in the expected contact. His lips crash into yours, warm and soft on yours. Gentle and delicate, yet filled with passion. Your heart is beating so fast you feel it will explode, when the feeling of your turtles falling off your chests cause both of you to jump and immediately jump to aid the small creatures.

As both of you secure the safety of your turtles, you both laugh at the convenience.

"(Y/N)" Antonio starts, and you look up at him with your cheeks still pink from the moment. He's smiling with a red blush of his own only making you swoon at his Spanish looks more. "I was wondering... would you be mine?"

You feel as if wings had been given to your heart and a smile so big, you never thought was possible, perches on your lips that still tasted of his. "Sí, mi amor!"

He sighs in relief, but you realize something. He told you to call him amar before. 'mi amor' meaning 'my love', so 'amar' means 'love'. Shrugging off his flirting, you give him a soft grin and look down at your turtle. You with a Spaniard. A really HOT Spaniard. What will your friends think?

Antonio stands up with his turtle and offers you a hand. "Vamonos, mi amor! You can stay at my place for the night; there's something I want to show you in the morning. Besides, (Y/C) is probably a while drive from here. You must be exaughsted."

Blushing deeply, you take his hand with a nod. "Sí..."

"And don't worry," He winks. "We don't have to try nothing. Unless you want too."

Dedicated to my friend, Savannah R. ;P You know who you are!