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The Only Exception
SpainxReader

"(F/n)~"

You didn't even bother to look back at the green-eyed Spaniard behind you, you just kept walking as you answered the question you know he would ask. It was late and you didn't want to deal with him. "No."

An audible groan came from the usually happy boy. "Please, chica! Why not?"

Ignoring him seemed like the best option at the time, so you did, continuing on your route down the street to your house.

In all honesty, you would've loved to take Antonio up on his offer of a date, but you just didn't trust him anymore. Not that he did anything, but everyone else did.

You remembered every excuse. Every little lie. Every slippery guy who had wriggled his way into your life before running as fast as he could out of it as soon as he saw another person with a pulse. So, you didn't date.

"Please!" he begged, stepping in front of you with his hands clasped before him.

With a sigh, you walked around the melodramatic man. "No, Antonio. I do not want to go on a date with you." Liar. "And, even if I did, I wouldn't." Truth. "Because I deserve better than you." Lie.

He deserved better than you. Which is why you were so confused by his pursuing you, something he's kept up for a while without giving up and moving on. Maybe he was a good guy.

You shook the thought from your head and continued your trudge to the elevator. You just wanted to get out of work and get to the nearest bar.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The closest bar happened to be one notorious for picking patrons at random to sing karaoke. Not that you cared, you just wanted to get a few drinks in your system before walking home. However, fate had a different idea as you felt the glare of a spotlight pointed on you.

"You!" someone unseen shouted, "You're the next to sing!"

Two sets of hands gently grabbed you and lead you up to the small stage and there was nothing you could do about it because you were being blinded by the spotlight. Once you were up there, you froze, noticing someone in the audience. He looked just as shocked as you, if not more, as the announcer-man showed you a list of songs to pick from.

One was perfect.

"When I was younger I saw
My daddy cry
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it."

(E/c) eyes met green across the swell of people separating the two of you. You needed him to know, and if this was the only way you'd be able to tell, so be it.

"And my momma swore that she would
Never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist.
But darling-"

Your story didn't have some tragic background like the one you were telling. Your parents loved each other very much, sure to rub their love off on you, their only child. So, you grew up in a nice environment, with doting parents who would never even dream of separating. What could go wrong?

"You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception."

What could go wrong? A hell of a lot, apparently. Growing up, you were only surrounded by the ideal forms of love and were never exposed to the truth behind it. That love takes years to find.

"Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
And to keep a straight face."

So, when you got your first real boyfriend in your sophomore year of highschool, you were mortified to hear that he had cheated on you with one of the girls from the softball team. You tried to look past it, but he left you because you "wouldn't put out".

"And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now
I have sworn to myself
That I'm content with loneliness.
Because none of it was ever worth the risk!"

You tried again, and again, and again. But every time there were excuses, molding you into a bitter person who didn't believe in love. You remembered every lie. The spark is gone, you deserve better, I just don't have the time. They echoed in your head every time Antonio asked you out.

"You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception."

The past always remains, haunting you and making you doubt yourself. And you just couldn't push past it. It was like someone had formed a steel cage around your heart that squeezed a little tighter every time you felt the joy of love.

"I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here!
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up!
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream!"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, noticed only by the curly haired Spaniard standing by his chair.

"You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
And I'm on my way to believing.
Yeah I'm on my way to believing."

You ducked off the stage and rushed through the back door, scrubbing at your watery eyes as you left before you even had one drink. You swung into a small alley and allowed yourself to slid down the rough wall onto the cool ground. Hugging your knees to your chest, you separated yourself from the world around you.

Approaching footsteps alerted you of a person coming closer and you pulled your head away from your knees just in time to see Antonio turn the corner.

His emerald eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, burning into your mind as you once again burrowed your face into your knees. You could hear him walk to just in front of you, where you could just make out his shaped lowering down. He crouched next to you and gently pried your hands off of your legs, wrapping them around his own neck instead.

You instinctually clutched to him, seeking out warmth and kindness in your sorrow. Not surprised in the least, the tall Spaniard kept one arm over your shoulders while the other slid under your knees. He stood, lifting you with him.

Body shaking with silent sobs and eyes wet with tears that would not fall, you clung to his burgundy dress shirt and formed wrinkles in the nice fabric. You heard a car door open as Antonio sat you down on one of the leather seats of his sports car before moving over to his own side. Once he was in, he leaned over and buckled you into your seat, along with himself.

Then he drove. Your (e/c) eyes burned as you tried to stay awake, but the quiet lull of the car heater and the soft humming of the engine made your eyes droop. You caught Antonio looking at you from the corner of his eyes. The clock on the dash blinked the time; 3:57 AM. You had just gotten off work at 3.

You knew Antonio through work, he was one of the nurses in the hospital you worked at. You were surprised by the appearance of the man when he stayed in the building after his shift in order to bother you. Originally you didn't have a problem with his occasional flirting, you worked alone in a small office away from the drama as a secretary, transferring calls to other departments and making sure that nowhere was under- or overstaffed.

But, after awhile, you grew bitter towards the happy man. He was always smiling at you, making your heart do flips in it's small cage. Then he started to ask you at. How you wanted to say yes! But, you couldn't. It wasn't professional and you didn't believe in love.

Not then. Not now.

But still, that little flame in your heart argued forcibly against your mind, causing doubt to take root and grow.

The car stopped. You noticed that the city you had just left was far in front of you and down a ways. Just past the horizon, a pinkish hue started to tint the sky. Tony took your hand.

"It's OK," he murmured, so quiet you thought he was talking to himself. Then he faced you, grinning with a bittersweet look in his eyes as he whispered, "I'll wait."

The sunrise had never been so beautiful.

So, this was a suggestion made by :iconyuuki226:
Yeppers! Here you go!
I own nothing but the story!

OH! AND!
Next week I'll be starting up on my series again.
OK! There you go! Bai! :iconbaibaiplz:
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kittykatrocks12 Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
This is So Sweet.  I Love it
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:iconvengefulamber:
vengefulamber Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much!
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kittykatrocks12 Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're Welcome
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kiasun Featured By Owner May 14, 2014
Owh dats so sweeet! He still cares even though i kinda rejected him (i really didnt want to reject)
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vengefulamber Featured By Owner May 14, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
;)
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AlisSparrow Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014  Student Writer
I don't even like singfics and I like this! So cute!
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vengefulamber Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you could make an exception!
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AlisSparrow Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014  Student Writer
hahaha I see what you did there!
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vengefulamber Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:D
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Pokepal5 Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2013  Student Artisan Crafter
:iconsobplz: So.. SO BEAUTIFUL.


DONT RUIN THIS MOMENT FOR ME FRANCIS I WILL GET MY SHOTGUN. :iconshotgunplz:
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