SpainxReader: Call Me Maybe

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Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
~~

"Lovi!" You cupped your hands around your mouth to make your voice louder as you called out to your best friend, Lovino Vargas. The hot headed Italian gazed back at you and sneered. He waved goodbye to his brother halfheartedly before jogging over to you.

"Ciao." His deep voice rumbled and you could tell that he was obviously upset. You hooked your arm with his and smiled up at him.

"What's up, Lovi?" Lovino smirked and looked away.

"Some dumbass Spaniard moved here recently and all the girls are making a big fuss about it. Damnit, he's not even good looking!"

"Eh? New kid?" Your curiosity was about to explode inside your head when Lovino pointed out a brunette walking next to Feliciano.

"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo." Lovino said his name as if it were slime. You, on the other hand, were in a trance.

"He's walking with Feliciano?" You said dreamily as you studied his body. Antonio had sun kissed skin- a perfect tan. His vibrant green eyes were lit up with laughter and his chocolate locks danced wildly. Your face heated up and Lovino elbowed your ribs.

"Not you, too!" He groaned and you couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

"It's hopeless, Lovi. Don't worry." You said your words with ease but couldn't help but consciously wish for at least a small chance with the new boy.

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I threw a wish in the well,
Don't ask me, I'll never tell
I looked to you as it fell,
And now you're in my way

Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?
~~

The next day being a Saturday, you were nonchalantly looking out your window at the neighbor's house. A family had recently moved in but you hadn't seen a single member. So here you were, staring at their house like a stalker.

You had always liked the house next door. It had a nice welcoming feeling to it. Despite them moving in only a few days before, it seemed like everything was set up. An old car was out in front, similar to the one your parents bought you for your sixteenth birthday.

The front door to the neighbor's was suddenly pushed open, revealing none other than the new transfer boy. Your face grew heated as he walked over to the garage and pulled out a lawnmower. You mumbled incoherently as he pushed the thing over the blades of grass, giving the lawn a fresh look. His outfit was simple- a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans with tears in them.

You held your hand in front of your face and fanned as Antonio pulled off his shirt, showing his flat and tan stomach. Your face was as red as a firetruck and you continued to fan yourself. You squealed when Antonio glanced over to your window and quickly ducked down, your eyes wide.

"Crap, crap…"

~~
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?

And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
~~

Later that day Lovino and a few of your other friends came over for band practice. You had joined their little band as the lead single your freshman year. As a group you didn't have large dreams. The sole reason of the band was to have fun and enjoy each other's company.
"Lovi! That guy- Antonio- he lives next door!" You groaned as you tackled the Italian in a hug. He sputtered out a deep laugh and elbowed you.

"Che cazzo! Have you been stalking him all day, bella?" Your face grew red and you shook it.

"N-No!" Lovino paid no mind to your protests and you walked away from him to open the garage door.

Antonio, clearly done with mowing the lawn, was in front of the old car you spotted before. The top was up, showing the engine. He was bent over and rubbing down the various wires and cords with a dirty rag.

Lovino and another bandmate approached you with huge grins. They forced a bucket of water and a rag in to your hands and pushed you towards your car. You stumbled a tad and glared back at them. The two nonchalantly went back to band practice as you started to wipe your car down. Bubbles formed on the top as you glanced back and forth from Antonio.

You slowly maneuvered the rag up to the roof of the car as you shamelessly stared at the tan beauty next door. His ripped muscles were shown off by the simple wifebeater and you grinned. It was like he was giving fanservice and was totally oblivious to it all.

"Here goes nothing…" You bit your lip and stretched your body over the car's top, moving the rag back and forth. Seeing no response, you moved on to Plan B. Your leg stretched casually over the car, pulling your body up as well as you continued to wipe it down.

The sun beat down on you as you reverse your body, your shorts getting wet from the soapy water. You slid down when Antonio gave no reaction and wiped the car down to the trunk. You couldn't help but giggle along the way, finding your whole situation hilarious.

This time you moved on to the car fully, your feet swinging up in the air. A flash of hope glazed through your eyes as Antonio finally looked over. His expression was confused at first but his dazzling smile was soon shown. You were so shocked at the sudden eye contact that you rolled off the car. Your back hit the concrete driveway and you momentarily blacked out from both the pain and embarrassment.

You had a short dream, composing of you and Antonio on a dramatic play poster. His hair was longer, even longer than yours, and you were both dressed in medieval attire. You slowly moved forward and captured his lips in yours.

In real life you were puckering your lips while Antonio stood over you with a concerned look. You jolted awake and looked up to see Antonio laughing. You started to laugh too and held your stomach to contain the giggled. He reached out to help you up and you grabbed on to him with a grin.

"You okay, chica?" You nodded eagerly and got an idea.

"Hey- wait here, okay?" Antonio agreed and you quickly ran upstairs, changing in to a pink tantop and jeans with a see through cream overlay jacket. You returned to the garage with your bandmates. They had retreated to the kitchen in the middle of your 'performance' due to boredom.

The band began to play and you gripped the microphone with smile. Antonio leaned back against your car and crossed his arms. You pressed your lips nervously against the microphone and waited for your cue to start singing.

"Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?

It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?"

You sung your words with confidence and grace and even swung the microphone back and forth. When you finished the song Antonio clapped and smiled.

"Nice, chica!" He continued to clap and a surge of confidence bubbled in your head. You whipped out a piece of paper and a pen from your pockets and pranced to your car. You wrote your number quickly and turned around to give it to Antonio.

However, your plans were foiled due to the fact that Antonio was already giving his number to an insanely shocked Lovino.

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Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so so bad

Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
And you should know that

So call me, maybe?
~~