"y/n! hurry up already! yashel and i are waiting!" yashua screams from downstairs.

"yashel is stressing out!" yashua yells desperately.

"yashel debe calmarse y no estresarse por cosas poco importantes. we have an hour to get to there." i say as i walk down the stairs to come face to face with yashua and richard dressed for the little boat trip we were going on.

"about god damn time" yashua sighs obnoxiously, then walks out the front door.

my eyes trail from where yashua walked out over to richard, who had his gazed locked on my face.

he doesn't say anything but keeps staring.

"brooooo!" yashua screams as he walks through the front door.

richard snaps out of his own little world and awkwardly runs his fingers through his hair.

"you can leave, i'll take y/n and i" richard says and licks his lips.

yashua squints his eyes as looks from richard to me, then shrugs and walks out the front door before he closes it.

me and richard stand in silence looking at each other for a couple of minutes.

richard yashel camacho puello, the boy who was insanely beautiful, the boy who would make any girl drop to their knees for him, the boy who seemed like he would break your heart but could never do anything to hurt you. the boy who has my heart but doesn't know it.

i've been best friends with yashua for almost ten years, meaning i've also known richard for almost ten years.

i never felt anything for richard until last year, after he was there for me after a break up.

"eres bella, y/n." richard says as he slowly walks in front of me.

i couldn't move nor say anything. i stood still watching richard.

he stands right in front of me.

he cups the right side of my jaw with his left hand and leans in.

just before our lips touch he stopped moving.

"can i kiss you?" he whispers.

"please" i reply back softly.

in that instant he crashes his lips to mine. a slow, passionate and almost loving like kiss.

i pull away for air. we're both breathing heavily as he scans my facial expression.

"you don't know how long i've wanted to do that for" he whispers and places another kiss on my forehead, letting his lips linger there for a few seconds.

richard pulls away and intertwines our hands.

"ser mío nena" he says randomly, his eyes searching mine for any rejection.

"but, what about yashua?" i ask, a frown etched on my features.

"who cares what yashua thinks about us?" he says, his grip on my hand tightened in a desperate manner.

"i care, what if he leaves?" i ask, the negative possible outcomes swarming my brain.

"then it'll be you and i against the world bebé" he smiles softly.