brokenarrow.

His love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

Thu, 21 Apr 2011 23:35:28 +0100

Chapter 12

Sorry if this chapter is boring, it’s been quite a long time since I’ve updated. :(

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of thunder and rain. It feels like I’m back in Canada again, except this time I have Marc right by my side. “Good morning hermosa” Marc whispered into my ear as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to him.
“Hola! How long has it been raining?” I turned around so that I was facing him in stead of the window.
“An hour, I think. Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, last night was so much fun, we should do it again.”
“Definitely! So I guess we can’t go out to the beach today…”
I sighed. Even if it was sunny and hot outside, I wouldn’t be able to go to the beach. “I’m going out to look for a job, and tour the University of Barcelona.”
“I’ll come with you then, to help you with anything you need.” His beautiful green eyes stared right into mine as he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.
“You don’t have to, Marc. I asked Sergi to come with me since he’s also looking for a job.”
“Ah, I see. You’d rather take Sergi then…okay, no problem. But when you come back, I won’t be here waiting for you with candles and roses around the room.”
“I’ll just invite Sergi to come over tonight for a ‘sleepover’” I threatened him back, smirking at his failed attempt to threaten me.
“I love you.” Marc smiled and kissed me again as he interlaced his fingers with mine.
“I love you more.” As I was about to kiss him, I flung myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom.
“Tease, I told you not to do that!” He complained from his spot on the bed, throwing the sheets off himself to follow me into the bathroom. I leaned on the bathroom door, arms crossed, and eyes looking up at his.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I’m going to tie you to the bed, and kiss you whether you like it or not.”
“Oh please, talk dirty to me.” My hands were running up and down his bare torso.
“Later, I have to go meet up with Eric.” And with that, he entered the bathroom, leaving me speechless as I stared at the empty space where he once stood.
—
It has finally stopped raining after a good 2 hours. I threw on one of Marc’s hoodies, and waited for Sergi to come pick me up so that we can go job hunting together. We will then visit the University of Barcelona for a quick tour. I paced around the room and after what seemed like hours, there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?”
“Robertoooo” Sergi sang.
“Well hello there, Mr. Roberto. You’re looking quite handsome today.” I admired his style, because unlike the boys I’ve seen, Spanish boys are very fashionable. He was wearing a Ralph Lauren lilac sweater that suited him perfectly and dark blue jeans.
“Bitch, please. I look handsome everyday.”
“Mhm, I can see why all those girls smile at you when you walk by.”
“They can’t resist my charm.”
“Okay, enough with the boasting, Sergi. Let’s go.”
—
The job interviews had gone very well for both of us, but we didn’t get a definite answer right away. They said they’ll call us tonight or tomorrow to let us know if we got the jobs.
“Where’s the university?” I asked, feeling useless as I examined the map of Barcelona. Sergi was also lost, which was weird because he lives here. “There it is!”
“Where?”
“It’s that huge building right over there…”
“Oh…” Sergi blushed. “I was too busy checking my reflection in that window.”
“Yeah, yeah. Come on!”
—
That “quick” tour was an hour and a half long. Near the end, I had to drag a half asleep Sergi around the campus. We walked to a nearby coffee cart where we saw a group of girls huddled up, giggling when they saw Sergi. “I told you the ladies love me.”
“Hey, I’m new here…can you guys help me?” A really pretty girl with shoulder length brown hair and sparkling brown eyes asked us. I saw Sergi staring wide eyed at her, you could almost see his eyes transforming into hearts.
Since Sergi couldn’t come up with an answer other than “umm…”, I took over. “We’re also new here, we were just touring the university.”
“Oh…your english is really good!” She said, glancing at Sergi every 2 seconds.
“I’m from Canada. My name is Francesca by the way, but you can call me Frankie.” I extended my hand out for her to shake.
“I’m Hafsha, although everyone calls me Hannah. I was born and raised in the US. Nice to meet you!”
“You too. This is my friend Sergi.” I introduced her to Sergi, who was blushing as he shook her hand.
“Encantado por conocerte.” Hannah smiled widely, also blushing when she made eye contact with him.
“Ah, la niña bonita habla español.”
“Un poco, haha.” I swear, I could leave right now and they wouldn’t even notice.
“Well, since you’re new, maybe we should go have coffee or something sometime. I know Sergi would like that.” Sergi nudged me and mouthed “silencio!”
“I would love that! Here’s my number…I’m looking forward to your call.” Again, she looked at Sergi as she handed him a piece of paper with her number on it.
“Bye, see you later!”
I was now walking towards the bus, with Sergi trailing closely behind, a huge grin was plastered on his pink face. “Somebody is in love!” I shouted. Unfortunately, everyone on the street heard and was now looking at me.
“Shut up!” Sergi yelled back. We both know for a fact that he’s already in love.
—
Marc and I were cuddling on the balcony that night before dinner with the boys and Cristina. He was wearing a warm hoodie and sweatpants, while I sported Marc’s other hoodie and navy blue jeans. The sun was setting and we were watching it disappear in the distance as the colors pink, orange, and purple took over the sky. “How was you day?” Marc broke the comfortable silence.
“Good, Sergi met a girl.”
“Really? I’m so happy he finally found someone. What’s her name?”
“Hafsha, but everyone calls her Hannah.”
“Are we going to meet her soon?”
“Yep, we should go on a double date tomorrow to Starbucks maybe…to get to know her.”
“Perfect. Now we just have to find Eric a girl.”
“Doesn’t he have like a thousand girls on speed dial?” Eric is the type of guy that would flirt with any girl. But being the amazing, faithful guy that he is, he committed to only one girl at a time. He is definitely similar to Marc, personality & attitude wise.
“Probably…or he claims he does.”
“But you don’t, right?” I joked.
“Pssh, of course I do.” Marc smiled that breathtaking smile of his, exposing his pearly white teeth. “You know I love you, and only you.”
“Hmm, you’ll have to show me.” I puckered up, ready for him to kiss me.
“I’ll only kiss you if you promise you’ll never leave.”
“I promise.”
“Bueno.” He kissed me passionately before carrying me to the bed and setting me down gently. I pushed Marc off to the side so I was on top of him this time. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
“Not again!” Eric’s voice came from the door just as I was sliding Marc’s sweater off.
“Don’t you ever knock?!” Marc yelled.
“Sorry, sorry!” Eric slowly backed out of the room, and shut the door. I could hear him talking with Sergi and Cristina, who have just arrived and were now watching Crackovia.
“Let’s go Marc, I promise we’ll continue when they leave.”
“Can we ask them to leave early?” I glared at him. As much as I wanted to, it was rude to send people away. “I guess not.”

Hi everyone!

Thu, 21 Apr 2011 00:35:00 +0100

I’m EXTREMELY sorry for not updating for 2 months :( I was really busy with my midterms, but I can’t relax just yet since my finals are right around the corner. I have some free time so I will try my best to update everyday or every other day.

I absolutely LOVED the last part<33 I had a smile on my face the whole time:).. Hoping you update today!! Oh and Thank you for sharing your story with us:)

Sun, 13 Feb 2011 00:44:15 +0000

haha thank you so much! <3333 it’s up :D

His love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

Sun, 13 Feb 2011 00:43:00 +0000

Chapter 11

I woke up the next morning next to Marc, who was asleep on his bare stomach with his face facing away from mine. Scooting closer to him, I kissed the spot between his shoulder blades, which caused him to shiver. He turned his head slowly around to look at me, eyes squinting from the bright light exploding through the windows. “Good morning sunshine.” I smiled, running my hand through his hair.
“Good morning…would you mind if I went back to sleep? It’s 8 A.M.” Marc closed his eyes slowly, not waiting for an answer.
“No I don’t mind, go back to bed babe.” I carefully got off the bed to avoid waking him up, and tiptoed to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast. As I have never spent the night with Marc, let alone know what he usually ate for breakfast, I made scrambled eggs. Thirty minutes passed and he was still asleep, so I changed into something slightly more appropriate; a pink skirt (just above the knee), and a white top. Simple, I know. Fashion is not my forte.
It’s 10 A.M. now, and he hasn’t woken up yet, so I sat beside him, with his breakfast on a tray, and waited. “Marc?” He moved.
“Hey, you made me breakfast!” Marc smelled minty fresh, as always. Maybe he’s born with it… “te quiero.”
“I love you too. What do you want to do today?” I asked, watching him hungrily eat the eggs I made.
“Stay here with you,” He flashed me that smile, exposing his pearly white teeth. “Whatever you want, querida.”
“I’ll call Cristina, Sergio, Sergi and Eric to have lunch with us somewhere.”
“Sounds good, they missed you.”
“Me too…do you think Cristina’s mad at what I did?” I bit my lip. His eyes turned cold.
“It’s like it never happened, remember?” I nodded silently, hoping he was right.
—
Marc & I were now at Starbucks, sitting by the window and waiting patiently for the rest to arrive. I took a sip of my Iced Latte, and nervously looked out the window as I searched for Cristina. “You look amazing.” Marc complemented my simple outfit; white tank top, oversized pink scarf, and light blue jeans. Nothing special, I thought.
“Gracias, you look incredible.” I looked down at his blue V-neck shirt. This man could pull off anything. I admired him for a while as he scanned the place, hoping he wouldn’t catch me staring. The door opened and Cristina, Sergi, Sergio, and Eric walked in, smiling.
“You’re really here!” Cristina yelled as she ran towards me for a hug. “I thought Eric was joking.”
I laughed, feeling more confident and relieved that she was happy to see me. They all sat down around the table after ordering drinks and some muffins, which I could not resist. As I inhaled the muffins, Marc gave me a small smile which seemed to say: “Aren’t you going to chew?”
“What?”
“You look cute.” My mouth was covered with chocolate, yet he still thought that I look cute.
“Wait, you have something on your face…”
“Look, if you’re going to wipe it off with your fingers after you’ve licked them then please don’t.”
“…I was going to kiss you.” Damn, why did I do that?!
“Shall we leave you two alone?” Sergio asked with a wink.
“I don’t think we should…we all know what happened last night, don’t we?” Sergi replied. A grin was plastered on all of their faces now. Marc looked at Eric, who looked back at Marc with a terrified look on his face. “Son of a bitch.” Marc cursed.
“No worries, Marc. I only told them you two slept together…that’s it.”
“Anyway, karaoke night at the bar is tonight. Do you guys want to go?” Cristina asked.
“I can’t sing.” Sergi stated as he took a sip of his smoothie. “Unless they’re all drunk…then maybe I’d sing one or two songs.”
“They will be, trust me. So do you want to go?”
“Sure! I think it’ll be fun. Just as long as I get to sing with Sergi.” I said, looking over at Sergi who stared back with a smirk.
“Ok…but you have to sing one song in Spanish.”
“Deal”
“Bueno.”
This was going to be fun.
—
After drinks at Starbucks we all went our separate ways to prepare for tonight. I put on my black skinny jeans, a black V-neck top, and colorful accessories to avoid looking too goth. After I applied my makeup, I fetched my black high heels from the suitcase.
Marc came out of the bathroom fully dressed in black. “We look like such goths, I swear to god.”
“Hey, black is flattering and slimming!” I raised my hands in defense.
“You don’t need more slimming…” He whispered in my ear as he stood behind me, arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Marc started kissing my neck, from my jaw to my shoulders. My head tilted slightly, and my hands ran through his soft hair, encouraging him to continue. I turned around to face him. “How many minutes do we have?” He looked over at the clock by the bed and cursed.
“We have to leave now.”
“Later…” I winked, feeling like a huge slut for wanting to sleep with Marc again.
“How about we just talk tonight?”
“Really? I’d love that.”
“We can do what you want to do another time…maybe by the beach tomorrow.” He grinned and looked straight into my eyes, waiting for me to turn tomato red.
“That’s a bit risky…with all the people walking around. What if we get caught?”
“That’s a risk I’ll have to take.”
—
“Come on, go sing!” Sergi nearly pushed me off my chair. We were at the bar now, surrounded by semi-drunk 20 year olds who were all singing “Livin’ La Vida Loca” by Ricky Martin.
“What song?”
“Anything Spanish! Then I promise I’ll sing whatever you want with you.” I looked at Sergi, debating whether or not I should make a complete fool out of myself in front of people I’ve never met. “Whatever, they won’t remember in the morning.” I thought as I walked over to the stage.
“What do you want to sing señora?” The DJ asked through the microphone.
“Do you have…Pintame?” The DJ nodded and played the song.
“Pintame, Le dije yo al pintor, pintame la carita,
de la niña mas bonita, dentro de mi corazón.” I sang nervously, looking over at Marc who was also singing with me.
“Pinta, Pinta, Pinta su carita! Sin esa carita, hoy me muero yo” The crowd sang loudly.
“Quiero su carita, pintada en mi corazón,
y le dije al pintor, que no se pueda borer. Pintame su nariz, para respirar su aire, pintame su boquita, para yo poder besarle, pintame sus ojitos, para que me puedan mirror, pintamela enterita, que no se pueda borer” The lyrics were moving too fast on the screen, but with the help of everyone watching and singing along, I didn’t need the lyrics. Instead, I danced around like a fool.
The song eventually ended, and Sergi came up to kiss me on the cheek. “Come, let’s sing.” Before I could protest, he asked the DJ to play Rabiosa - Shakira, a song I had memorized backwards.
“Rabiosa, if you don’t get enough I’ll make it double. I got my boy in big, big trouble. You know I want ya” I sang, eyes glued to Sergi who didn’t seem nervous at all. “You got a lot of the sex appeal. Don’t play around because I’m for real, You see that road isn’t meant for me…you know I want you amarrao aqui. Oye papi, you’re like a mocha, come get a little closer and bite me en la boca” My part was done so Sergi started singing.
“Oye mami, lemme get the mocha, come down a little closer and bite me en la boca” He sang as he got closer, not watching me, but watching Marc’s reaction. He nodded at Sergi, indicating that it was okay to “get a little closer”.
The song was done, and the entire room cheered for us as we bowed. I ran off the stage - embarrassed - into Marc’s arms where I could hide my face. “That was amazing! You sang it better than Shakira, & you pulled off that stomach thing she does. You’re officially sexier than I am.” I pulled my face back to kiss him, perhaps a bit too passionately.
“No one is sexier than you, guapo.” I laughed. He kissed me again and placed my on his lap after he sat down.
“I know. I was just saying that to make you feel more confident.” Marc said sarcastically.
“I still love you.”
“I love you even more.”
—
Back home, I collapsed onto the soft white bed, exhausted from all the dancing and singing. Marc collapsed right next to me, and after a while, I cuddled up to him with my head on his chest. We lay there quietly. His chest moving up and down as he breathed. I could feel his heart beating fast.
“What did you really think of last night?” Marc broke the comfortable silence as I was drifting off.
“If I told you I’d have to kill you.”
“Come on…I’ll tell you what I thought!”
“Okay. I thought it was incredible. A bit awkward at times, since we’ve never done it before…” A thought popped into my head. What if he already slept with someone before? “I’ve never done it before.”
“I haven’t either. Not even close.”
I felt…relieved? “So what did you think?”
“I’d have to kill you.” He smirked. I flipped him over so that I was on top, holding both arms down. “Deja vu, except last time it was me over you. You’re strong!”
“It’s the adrenaline. Tell me, or else I have to torture you with kisses.”
“Please, torture me.” His chest moved up and down rapidly as he laughed.
“Tell me, please?”
“It was nice. Definitely awkward, like you said.” Silence, again. “I’m going to wash my hair. I smell like the bar.” He pulled his shirt over his head to smell it. The strong smell made him cringe and throw his shirt into the laundry basket.
-
Marc finally came out; hair half dry, and pajamas on. I closed the book I was reading to give him my undivided attention. “Sleep?” He asked (more like stated) while trying to wiggle into the sheets. I did the same, and placed my head next to his. “Goodnight, te quiero”
“Nice culo, by the way.” I walked in on Marc in the shower, thinking he shut the curtains completely.
“What?”
“You forgot to close the shower curtains…”
“Mierda, I thought I heard you come in!”
“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before…”
“I know…goodnight, horny chica.”
“Goodnight guapo”

this fic changed my life!!!1!! please update soonish :D :D :D

Sat, 12 Feb 2011 18:38:26 +0000

Thank you! I’m updating tonight hopefully :D

This fic is like the best Marc Bartra fic EVER!
plz update soon

Sat, 12 Feb 2011 18:38:10 +0000

haha thank you so much!

update soon? :)

Sat, 12 Feb 2011 18:37:59 +0000

Yep, I’m writing the next one right now ;D

update again soon please!!! :)

Fri, 04 Feb 2011 22:30:18 +0000

Okay :D I’ll try to make it as long as the last one I posted

yess thank you for making that chapter the way you did.. it's about time <333

Fri, 04 Feb 2011 22:29:54 +0000

I thought so too <3 :* haha

Hey everyone!

Thu, 03 Feb 2011 11:20:23 +0000

Can you go read Chapter 10 again? Yesterday I typed out a LONG chapter and tumblr decided to post only a quarter of it -.-

His love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

Thu, 03 Feb 2011 01:23:00 +0000

Chapter 10-

Francesca’s POV
I rushed through my apartment and grabbed every clothing item in sight, then stuffing them into a medium sized maroon suitcase. “Damn it!” I cursed as I tried to close the bag. What did I put in there? My hands searched for anything unnecessary and threw them out onto the bed behind me, not even looking twice at what I threw out. For all I knew, I could be underwear-less the entire trip. But I didn’t care, as long as I arrive in Barcelona and see Marc to mend this broken heart. Cheesy…I know.
I packed some make-up in my hand bag and put extra tank tops just incase Barcelona was experiencing another heat wave this time of year, & I also packed the shirt Marc gave me when we shared a room in Sitges. Finally, I threw on my Hollister hoodie on, grabbed my keys, and I was out the door.
—
“Please, I beg you. I need to be on the next flight to Barcelona.” The man didn’t seem to care that it was crucial for me to be on the 11:30 P.M. flight, which was in an hour.
“I’m sorry, Miss. As I have said previously, the flight does not have any seats available. It is full.” He looked at the doors behind me, as if he was trying to tell me to get the hell out. I looked down at my hands, trying to come up with a speech that would convince him to print a flight ticket for me.
“Look, sir. It is late, and I’m sure you hate dealing with people like me, but you must put me on that next flight. You see, I was there during the summer to write up a report about the city, and I fell in love with it. I also fell in love with the most amazing man any girl could ever dream of. He needs me now, please just stuff me with the bags! I don’t mind!” He didn’t seem convinced yet. Here come the tears.
“Excuse me, miss. I couldn’t help but overhear…you’d like to aboard the plane to Barcelona?” A tall British man, broad shoulders, fit, curly brown hair, and green eyes asked. If I wasn’t in love with Marc, I would definitely go out with this guy.
“Yeah, but it’s full already.”
“Well, my grandmother just entered the hospital, so I can’t go,” He said with that sexy British accent of his. “Would you like my ticket?”
“Oh no, I really can’t accept that. It’s so nice of you, though.” The truth is I wanted it so badly.
“No please, take it.” He forced the ticket in my hand. My face lit up like a little child who found the golden ticket in the Wonka bar.
“How much?”
“Free of charge. Please, go now and tell your boyfriend I say he’s one lucky lad.” I hugged him tightly. Who cared if I didn’t know him?
“Thank you so much…”
“James.”
“Thank you so much James! Give my regards to your grandmother, I hope she’ll be okay.”
“Thank you, enjoy Barcelona!” And with that, he disappeared through the automatic doors, waving at me one last time.
—-
“Ladies & gentlemen, please make sure seats are in their upright position and all personal belongings packed as we are beginning our decent into Aeropuerto de Barcelona. This was it. The moment I’ve been dreaming of. I wonder what Marc will say when he sees me…”That bitch” or “finally, that bitch came back!”
As I walked through the airport, I remembered the first time I arrived, when Cristina came to pick me up. I wish I could go back and do things differently…like NOT kiss Damon, for example. A taxi magically showed up by the door and helped me with my bags. Smiling while doing so. “Muchas gracias, señor.” I gave him directions to their house, hoping they were there and didn’t move somewhere else. I texted Sergi, telling him to call me asap, which he did.
“Hola!” He sounds happy…has he forgotten our little argument?
“Hola guapo,” I could almost hear him blush. The taxi driver looked back at me, grinning. “Listen, I’m in Barcelona &…”
“YOU CAME. Dios mio! Finally!”
“Yeah! I couldn’t stand that asshole, you’re right. Anyway, I’m here and I want to surprise Marc.”
“We’re at the football field right now…Ay, Muniesa, I’m on the phone.”
“Can you give directions?”
“Si! Give me your taxi driver.” I did what he said, and the two were speaking rapidly in Spanish. All I understood was “Si,” “Aqui,” and “Bueno, gracias.”
“Okay, he’s bringing you here now. See you soon, hermosa.”
“Hasta luego, Sergi.”
—
I was finally at the pitch. Now wearing Marc’s shirt, which I thanked myself for packing since it was 100 degrees out. There were 20 boys running around with a ball, each passing it to their partner who attempted a goal. I saw Sergi, with who I assumed to be Marc Muniesa. “Eh Fonti, is that your new girlfriend?” Rafa shouted at Fontas, who was passing the ball to someone. This was my cue, I guessed, so I walked up to the group of boys now staring at me.
“Hola, me llama Francesca. Dónde está Marc?” Wow, sometimes I surprise myself with the amount of Spanish I knew. Even though none if made sense…probably. They all seemed shocked, as if they knew who I really was.
“Hola guapa! I missed you!” Sergi was the first to hug me, and the last. No one else knew me. Or they might know me as “that bitch who broke his heart.”
“Me too!” I hugged him tighter, ignoring the fact that he was sweaty. My face was buried in his curly hair, which smelled really good surprisingly.
“He’ll be out…” And as if on cue, Marc exited the locker room. My heart sank. I was somewhat regretting being here, especially after what I did. I could see him look up from the distance, eyes opened wide when he saw me, and slowly increasing his speed as he ran towards me. Not sure what to do, Sergi nudged me to run towards him. The distance between us was short, but it felt like ages before I finally reached him. I jumped onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, never wanting to let go like I have before. He hugged me tight, and I could feel his tears on my skin.
“Don’t ever leave again.” He pulled back to look into my eyes, which were also tearing up now.
“Never. Please forgive me, Marc. I never want to be with anyone else.” I wiped the tears on his face and on my neck.
“I do. It’s like it never happened.” He pushed the hair away from my face and pulled me into a passionate kiss. The boys behind us were clapping and Ooooooh-ing. It was like having Gerard Pique, Carles Puyol, & Cesc Fabregas behind us - minus the Moc Moc. “We’ll do this properly when we’re alone…tonight.” Marc winked at me as I unwrapped my legs and placed them back on the floor.
“So this is the beautiful girl you told us about.” Rafa said when they approached us.
“He never stopped talking about you…” Fontas sighed, covering his face with his hands.
“…He was always telling us that you’re the only one.”
“and how much he loves you.” Marc slapped them on the shoulders, receiving a “Not cool, Bartra” from both of them.
“So how long are you going to be here?” He asked. I smiled, hoping with that little gesture he’ll know I’m here to stay. “Bien.”
—
Marc drove me to his apartment, which he said was his “bachelor pad.” Not anymore, Bartra, not anymore.
When he unlocked the door, I could see a spotless medium sized room, a bed perfect for two, and a kitchen. Marc left to retrieve my bags, which he brought into his apartment 5 minutes later. “Where do you want them?”
“Anywhere, Bartra. Just come here.” I walked over to him and pulled him into a deep kiss. He kicked the door behind him shut then carried me to his bed where I was placed gently. Sighing as things heated up, he took off his shirt. “Are we really going to do this?” Too busy to reply with a full sentence, he let out an “mmhm” as he kissed my neck, focusing on one area which he knew was my soft spot. Soon the clothes were all gone.
—
“Marc?” I managed to lift my head up from the soft pillow. The sheets were wrapped around me, concealing my “female areas”. “I love you.”
“I love you more, hermosa.” He smiled weakly as he was tired from the love-making. I kissed him again, but this time not as hard.
“Ay dios mío! I’m so sorry!” A voice, Eric’s voice came from the door.
“Oh my god, Eric!” Marc yelled, half furious, half embarrassed.
“I didn’t see anything. I didn’t see anything” He kept on repeating that sentence to himself. “I see you got over Frankie quickly, Marc. A bit too quickly.”
“What are you talking about? That’s Frankie!” Eric turned around to face me, still not opening his eyes as I tried to fit Marc’s hoodie over my head, which he threw at me when Eric came in. Marc had the sheets wrapped around his waist, running around the room and trying to hide my bra and panties where Eric wouldn’t see them.
“You’re back! Change now, so I can give you a proper hug. Also, please take a quick shower…” Eric left the room before Marc had the chance to smack the back of his head.
“I’m sorry about that, he didn’t know.”
“How could he know, anyway?”
“I’ll go take a shower now while you say hi to him. Don’t miss me too much.” Marc said as he walked towards his bathroom. He let the sheets slip a bit.
“Teasing me, eh Marc?” I laughed, but snuck a peek at what he exposed when he let the sheets slip. Guilty.
—
“What made you decide to come back?” Eric asked, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
“I’d rather not talk about it…” Cringing, I remembered Damon.
“Hey,” Marc came into the living room where we were sitting. He was now squeaky clean. “Talking about me?” He sat on my lap.
“Sure, we can’t get enough of you guapo.” My hand wrapped around his toned waist, and I could feel his abs behind that shirt.
“I’ll leave you two to catch up…just don’t do anything naughty.” Eric winked, ruffling my hair.
“You know I haven’t showered yet, Eric.”
”..excuse me, I have to leave…to disinfect my hand.” & with that, he ran out of the apartment.
“Ah, the whole room to ourselves…whatever shall we do?”
“Marc, it’s late & I already have my clothes back on.”
“Hey, I meant watch a movie or something. You and your perverted mind, always thinking about sex. Can’t blame you, I’m very sexy.” He smirked, carrying me to his bed again after grabbing a movie from the DVD case.
“This is nice.” I said once he slipped underneath the sheets, joining me in my junk food feast. Luckily, all he had in his fridge was junk food.
“Thanks for coming back. I really missed you…”
“Me too.” He kissed me goodnight once the movie was done. Soon, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Fri, 28 Jan 2011 19:35:30 +0000

Thank you so much! I have enough followers but I’ll submit there anyway.

If you guys see any spelling mistakes (with the Spanish words)

Fri, 28 Jan 2011 00:22:30 +0000

It’s just TextEdit trying to be smart. :p

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Thu, 27 Jan 2011 10:29:46 +0000

lenabartra replied to your post: His love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

i friggin love you right now!!!

hahaha thank you! <33 :*

His love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

Wed, 26 Jan 2011 23:56:25 +0000

Chapter 9
“Hola chica, I knew you’d be awake.” Sergi said, his voice sounded a bit sad and concerned. “I miss you…we all miss you.”
“I miss you too! How is he?” I asked, hoping Sergi would realize that I was talking about Marc. He sighed, and I knew immediately that Marc was still upset. Why wouldn’t he? I cheated on him with that son of a bitch who already broke my heart once. Yet I still go back for more, as if my heart needed more breaking.
“He’s doing well…to be lying.” Sergi whispered, obviously wanting to avoid anyone overhearing him as he talked to me about Marc. “Eric & I found him crying in the shower, he was saying how everything’s falling apart. Ay dios mio, I shouldn’t have told you that, sorry. We’ve just been so concerned about him, he was never like this after a break-up.”
“No, Sergi, don’t apologize. I’m glad you called, it’s so nice to hear from you again.”
“Are you still seeing that guy?”
“His name is Damon, and yes I am.” I heard the bell ring, so I lazily got off my bed and dragged myself towards the door.
“Why?”
I opened the door & there stood Damon in a black V-neck shirt & dark jeans. “Listen, I have to go.”
“He’s there isn’t he?”
“Yep.”
“Chica, please listen to me. Open your eyes, he’s not the one. Deep down, I know you know Marc IS.”
“Stop calling me chica. You don’t know anything, please just let this go, okay?”
“Well, I just hope for your sake that Damon is half the gentleman that Marc is, since you seem to be convinced that he’s all you need.”
“Adiós, Sergi.” With that, I hung up and threw my phone on the couch behind me, hearing the phone smash onto the ground.
“I thought you’d never hang up. Who was that?” Damon smirked as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist.
“Someone I met in Barcelona. I haven’t heard from him in a while.”
“Forget about them, you’re with me now.” He kissed my neck until he reached my lips. I kissed him softly but it gradually escalated into something more. Damon picked me up easily, as if he was picking up a feather, and transferred me into the bedroom where I was gently placed on the bed first, followed by Damon slowly climbing over me, his hands ran up my spine, which made me giggle.
“Marc, stop it, you’re tickling me!” I blurted out.
Ay dios mio indeed.

Marc’s POV-
“I know how you can get over her…” Eric started saying. Sergi had just come back from the kitchen with a sandwich in his hand.
“For you.” He handed it to me. “I’m concerned about your health, you look skinnier than usual.”
“Gracias, Sergi.”
“Don’t expect this a lot, though. When you find someone else all of this spoiling will be over.” He laughed.
“Why don’t we go to a club?” Eric suggested. I stopped chewing and Sergi stopped fluffing my pillows. All he needs now is an apron. “To dance, I mean.”
“Dance with who exactly?”
“Lonely teenage girls who’re looking for males between the ages of 18-25…”
“Should we? I don’t really feel like going out and ‘mingling’” I cringed at the idea of dancing with depressed drunk girls who need a man’s attention to feel confident about themselves, even though this attention was to get them into bed. Pathetic. “All the girls are the same.”
“Fine, we’ll stay home and watch P.S. I Love You.” Eric said sarcastically. He clearly wanted to go out and mingle with single girls at the trashiest place on the planet.
“Oooh good idea! Maybe we can call Fontas to come over too! I’ll go make some sandwiches!” Sergi exclaimed as he flew down to the kitchen. I know what he said was in english, but everything sounded like one long word to me.
—
“That’s was so sad.” Cristina - who had joined us once she heard we were watching a sad movie- cried. Fontas, Sergi, & I were all somewhat crying, I couldn’t really tell whether they were or not as we faced away to avoid looking like sissies in front of each other. Eric was asleep on the floor with one leg over the table, and the other in an unusual position facing the opposite direction.
“Buenas noches a todos, see you all in the morning.” Yawning, I placed my head firmly on the pillow and swung my legs up on the couch. No one moved from their current positions since it was late and none wanted to go through all the trouble of walking up the stairs.

Francesca’s POV-
“Damon stop!” I yelled furiously at the demon-ish Damon who was now throwing objects around and kicking everything in sight.
“You said his name, Frankie. Explain that to me.” He walked closer to me and pinned me up on the wall. “No, you know what, don’t. You’re clearly still in love with him.”
“I AM. I still am, Damon. You knew I was with him not long before you kissed me, yet you insisted that I should forget about him since you & I ‘belong together’” With the level of aggression now raised, I pushed him back onto the floor. “Get out, asshole. I never want to see you again.”
Being the wimp he always was, Damon zoomed out of the apartment and never looked back.
The bitch is finally and permanently gone.

hey... sorry to be a bother... but when are you posting it!!!! I was looking forward to it.
btw I love your stories!

Wed, 26 Jan 2011 06:52:41 +0000

sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry
I’ve had so much work from school this week & thank you :*

update soon plz? :) hope you're doing well!

Sun, 23 Jan 2011 10:51:11 +0000

Yep, tonight hopefully there will be an update or tomorrow evening :)

I swear you write the best fanfic I've ever read
it's so real
and being about Marc Bartra helps ;)
don't stop! ever!

Sun, 23 Jan 2011 10:50:35 +0000

AWWWW Thank you so much! =”) This means a lot <3
Thanks for reading :*

brokenarrow.

His love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

Hi everyone!

I absolutely LOVED the last part<33 I had a smile on my face the whole time:).. Hoping you update today!! Oh and Thank you for sharing your story with us:)

His love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

this fic changed my life!!!1!! please update soonish :D :D :D

This fic is like the best Marc Bartra fic EVER! plz update soon

update soon? :)

update again soon please!!! :)

yess thank you for making that chapter the way you did.. it's about time <333

Hey everyone!

His love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

Update in a few minutes :D

This story is so AMAZING! :D I can't wait until the next chapter:) I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE:3

heyy i dont kno how many ppl r following u but if u want more readers u cud try submitting ur posts here: http://futbolsexualfrustration.tumblr.com/

If you guys see any spelling mistakes (with the Spanish words)

]]>lenabartra replied to your post: His love is still in me, like a broken arrow. i friggin love...

His love is still in me, like a broken arrow.

hey... sorry to be a bother... but when are you posting it!!!! I was looking forward to it. btw I love your stories!

update soon plz? :) hope you're doing well!

I swear you write the best fanfic I've ever read it's so real and being about Marc Bartra helps ;) don't stop! ever!

This fic is like the best Marc Bartra fic EVER!
plz update soon

This story is so AMAZING! :D
I can't wait until the next chapter:) I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE:3

hey... sorry to be a bother... but when are you posting it!!!! I was looking forward to it.
btw I love your stories!

I swear you write the best fanfic I've ever read
it's so real
and being about Marc Bartra helps ;)
don't stop! ever!