selección mx & liga mx | one shots

*veintidós | memo ochoa

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i sit on the bridge overlooking the water below me. the sun was setting making it all types of colors. am i really that unlikable? i didn't think i was ugly but maybe i am. twenty two years old and i've never had a boyfriend. never been in any type of relationship strings attached or anything. a twenty two year old virgin. hell i might be a thirty year old virgin. it's the path i'm going towards.

my life has always been lonely. i thought maybe studying abroad would help. italy could be a fresh start for me but here i was throwing pebbles in a river. the city of romance just didn't have romance for me. it sucked to say the least.

i sighed as i kicked my feet. the air hit my bare feet. my sandals beside me. i closed my eyes enjoying the breeze and the smell of nature. the birds chirping contrasting the sounds of the cars passing by. my eyes remained closed until i heard someone yell at me.

"non farlo signora!!!" i turn my head and see a man rushing towards me. y este que? i furrow my brows and look at him as he pulls me up from my sitting position. "stai bene?" i look at him confused. i've been here for four months and still have not picked up the language. i've been getting by with speaking spanish. "no entiendo." he grabs my shoulders and pulls me into a hug. "no haga esto. tiene una familia una vida por enfrente. esta muy joven. viva su vida." i pull away and look at him still confused. then it all clicks together. did he think i was going to off myself. wow. i knew i was pathetic but was i that pathetic. i couldn't even enjoy a view without making people think it was the end.

"solo estaba viendo el atardecer." i point towards the sunset as he pulls away. he lets out a sigh. "que bueno. no quisiera que algo le pasara a una señorita como usted." i look at him and furrow my brows. "es usted italiano? como habla español tan bien?" he laughs and shakes his head. "no no. soy mexicano. estoy aquí por mi trabajo." i look at him surprised. what a small world. "que casualidad. también soy mexicana. soy estudiante." he smiles and looks at me. he is so handsome even though he's probably older than me. he had a head full of curls and the sun was hitting his eyes just perfectly to where they looked a light brown. not to mention that he smelled like heaven.

we spoke for a while getting to know each other. i sat back down on the bridge only this time with company. he told me his name, his life here and how he was an athlete. i told him about my studies and how lonely it's been in a foreign country. we bonded over our culture and how much we both missed tacos al pastor. soon we found ourselves walking around the town. he had mentioned how he originally went out for bread. before stumbling into me. it felt like if i had know him for years and we were old friends. we just clicked.

it was a connection i've never really had with anyone before. we walked and walked until soon enough we made it to the front of a house. "bueno pues ya llegue." he let out a chuckle. we looked at each other, a small tension growing. "quieres pasar por un cafe? sin pan por que no lo compre." i laughed but agreed. a feeling inside me told me this was the right choice.

we made our way inside. it was a cozy home. small but with everything necessary. he led me to his kitchen. where i sat on a chair waiting as he prepared coffee for us while telling me about himself. "y cuando cumplí los treinta no sabía si seguir jugando." he set the mug in front of me and sat down beside me. i looked at him. wondering how old he was if he's older than thirty he can't be fourty he looks too young. "cuantos años tienes?" he looked at me and laughed. "treinta y siete." i looked at him stunned. i was not expecting that. he looked at me and asked how old i was. i pursed my lips and took a small sip from the bittersweet drink. "veintidós."

he laughed. "veintidós. ase quince años que tenía veintidós." i asked him what life was like when he was my age. he looked at me. "era mas fácil sin preocupaciones. me la vivía de parranda. puedes decir que era fiestero." i laughed if only i could live like that. "fiestero? tu. no te la creo, memo." i put my elbow on the table resting my head on my hand. he laughed. "enserio no me crees pregúntale a quién quieras. te lo aseguro que te dirán que si." i smiled and looked at him. he looked so good. his eyes his lips. his hair. everything was calling me. i stared at his lips and before i knew it i had kissed him. i pulled away quickly. "perdóname-" before i could say anything else he cut me off with another kiss. i melted into his lips. it was like this is how we were meant to be.