Madrid Girls || piqué

[ siete ]

[ seis ]

After what the fortune teller had warned her at the carnival booth, Aimée decided it would be the best thing for her to stop seeing both brothers. Seeing both of them at the same time hadn't been the best idea she had, but she also knew that dating only one of them would also serve to drive a wedge between Milan and Sasha. The last thing she wanted was two boys--two brothers to fall into a rivalry because of her. It was unfair to both of them and she refused to do that.

She was rather quiet on the way back home and Milan wondered to himself if he had done something wrong to upset her. When he dropped her off at her house, he had even tried to kiss her goodnight, but she moved away from him. 

Milan left Madrid feeling dejected. He thought Aimée had already made up her mind and chosen to be with Sasha, but he couldn't accept it. He would not stand for it. He liked her too and he wasn't going down without a fight. Little did he realize that Aimée had decided to stop seeing the two of them. Instead, he was now upset at his younger brother for taking the girl that he wanted for himself.

Aimée went about her normal life whilst avoiding the Piqué brothers. She went to her practices as she normally did, went out with friends, but refused to go anywhere that she knew they would be. In addition, she stopped replying to their messages or even reading them, and she hoped they would understand that she wanted nothing to do with them. But it was difficult. All she wanted to do was pick up her phone and text back. Both of them were really great guys, and she could see herself dating either one of them. She just wasn't sure which of them she liked more.

When they didn't hear from her in days, and she wouldn't answer their messages, Milan tried calling her. He had even gotten one of his friends to call his connections until they found someone who knew her house number. But each time he called, he was told that she was out. 

The night before the launch of his new song on the radio, Sasha and Aimée had agreed that they would go out and he would play it for her. But now that she was ignoring him, he would need to do things a different way. He wanted her to hear the song. It was one he had written about her. And he hoped the song would be enough to win over her heart. It was that night that he was planning to make things official between them. But with the way that she was ignoring him, he doubted it would happen any time soon.

That night, Sasha traveled to Madrid from Barcelona, without his older brother Milan taking notice. Whenever Milan wasn't calling or texting Aimée, he was out with his own group of friends, hoping to run into her. It was difficult and very unlikely considering that they both lived in different parts of the country. The younger Piqué brother went to the airport and caught a flight to Mardid, arriving just at midnight hit in the city. He then caught a taxi that got him to the Kroos residence where Aimée lived with her sisters and parents. He had it understood that her older brother Leon lived in a flat all on his own, since he was already old enough.

The fence surrounding the mansion was tall, and when he realized it was locked, he found a way to climb over it. He almost feared he would get caught and sent to jail for breaking into a house. Sasha could already imagine the headlines all over the morning tabloids.

With the help of Elionor, he had been able to map out exactly where Aimée's bedroom balcony was. Elionor knew about the situation, as well as the fact that her best friend Aimée was in love with both brothers. She had been hesitant at first, but Sasha convinced her that the sooner he won over Aimée, the sooner that war between him and his brother for her love would end. 

He stood below her balcony and crouched down to grab a few pebbles. One by one, he tossed them at the glass balcony doors and waited for her to emerge. It took him a couple of tries, but the doors opened moments later and from them emerged a sleepy looking Aimée. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and let out a yawn. When she saw that it was Sasha who was there for her, she snapped herself awake and ran a hand through her golden colored hair. A nervous smile made an appearance on her lips as she greeted him in a whisper. "Hey Sasha. What are you doing here?"

"I came to show you that song I wrote." He whispered back.

From beside him, he lifted up his guitar in his arms and began to twist the knobs at the top to tune it. It took him a few minutes, but he was finally able to get it right. With a grin on his face, he began strumming a few chords for practice, but they flowed immediately into his song that he had written for her.

Tonight I'm standing under your window, my love,
waiting for the morning to greet us.
I have come with my guitar just to bring
that wake up call you never expected.

And with the very first songs
you'll come to realize
how much I have missed you and loved you.

The freshness of night invites me to dream
about those, your beautiful blue eyes.
And with this bouquet of red roses that is
waiting to see itself between your arms.

Open up your window, don't make me have to wait
'Cause I'm more than anxious to see you.

Aimée watched him from her balcony, her smile getting bigger with every passing second. His song was soon finished and he placed his guitar on top of it case carefully. 

"Querida, did you like it?" He wondered, anxious for her approval.

She quickly offered a nod of her head. "I loved it. No one had ever written a song for me before."

"Well, I wrote many about you." He confessed to her, looking away from her eyes shyly. "I wrote enough to fill an entire album. You're my muse. Its going to premier on the radio in the morning, but I wanted you to be the first to hear it."

Aimée pointed out, "How ironic that you actually came to my window to sing the song, just like your lyrics. Will you..." She bit down on her lip, pausing for only a brief second, "sing another one for me?"

"I'll sing for you all night if you want, querida." He nodded with a smile.

He picked up his guitar once more and started playing another song for her. Each time he would finish singing one for her, she would ask for another one. She loved listening to the sound of his voice. Aimée was certain that he had the most beautiful singing voice she had ever heard. Soon he had sung about six songs for her and Aimée heard the door to her bedroom open. From behind her walked up her parents Toni and Valerie Kroos.

"What is that noise?" Toni asked, massaging his temples.

"Sasha came to sing to me." Aimée informed her father with excitement.

When Sasha saw her parents were there, he stopped playing his guitar and singing, and looked up at them with an apologetic smile. "Go home, son." Toni called to him from the balcony. "Its nearly two in the morning. This isn't the time to bring a serenade. I have to work early in the morning."

"Dad!" Aimée complained to him, jutting out her bottom lip. "Its nothing bad."

"I know." Her father heaved a tired sigh. "But one song was enough, he doesn't have to give a whole concert."

"I'll go." Sasha said. The last thing he wanted was a problem with her parents. To Aimée, he added, "I'll text you. Sweet dreams, nena." And he blew her a kiss which almost made her swoon with excitement.

Aimée got back in her bed and went to sleep, since she had early morning football practices. When she woke up a few hours later, she got changed and ready to head out. Right outside her front gates as she was leaving, she stopped when she saw a box. It had been dropped off even before she got up that morning. It was from Milan and it contained a box of expensive chocolates and a card.

The nineteen year old smiled to herself. She was falling all over again. It was inevitable. Both boys were  her weakness, and neither would quit until having her.

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another update for this story. i dont know why it takes me so long to update this if i already have a bunch of chapters prewritten. i'll try to post them more quickly. thank you for continuing to read and support this story.

and the song is just a translated song. its originally in spanish and its one of my favorite songs. since it was super romantic, i thought it would be perfect for this story.

but yeah. have a great week!

-clary xx