This was a really cool request from tumblr which I'm making into a three part series.

Enjoy!

"You're bringing who?"

You couldn't believe it. You traveled all the way from your university in Porto for the annual vacation with your family, only to find out that you sister was bringing her boyfriend who is also your ex.

"Come on Y/N. It's not like it would be wierd or anything, you guys broke up when you were what, fifteen?"

"Seventeen actually." You corrected and your sister was right, perhaps it wouldn't be that wierd for her to bring your ex, they had been together for over two years now, a long enough time for you to cope with the situation. Still, he was your first love and that's a feeling that's left It's marks.

"I thought this was a family vacation?" You said, folding your arms.

"It's is." Your mother budged in as she came downstairs, carrying a suitcase.

"Then how come Anita gets to bring her boyfriend, ergo, not a family member."

Your sister rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to her mom, she's just jealous."

"Who's jealous?" Bernardo your older brother said, he came downstairs carrying his suitcase along with you dad's suitcase. Your dad followed behind him, his bad hip forcing him to lean against the railings.

"Y/N" Your sister said. "I'm bringing Tomàs with me to Portimão this weekend which she thinks is wierd."

"Well she's right, that is wierd."

"Told you!" You said, sticking your tounge out at Anita.

Bernardo chuckled.

You were glad that somone seemed to have your back in this.

"Now, now children let's not argue." Your dad said, the pacemaker in the family. "There is room for everybody at the villa, ex boyfriends or not."

"Exactly." Anita said and carried on to take her luggage out to the car.

"I can't believe I turned down the invitation to go to Cancun with my friends for this." You muttered.

"There there." Your mother patted your back and led you out the house. "You'll see, it will be just like old times."

It wasn't.

During old times the drive from Lisbon to Portimão were a bliss for you and your family. You children would sit in the back whilst your parents took turns driving. Usually you'd be the one to sit in the middle, although you hated it. You sucked at rock papper scissors, but only because Anita and Bernardo had tricked you for years, convincing you to always open a game with papper. Unfortunately for you everything beats papper.

"We're here!"

No, the drive to the villa this year had been far from enjoyable. Firstly your family had to split into two cars because of all the luggage. You and Anita in one car whilst Bernardo drove your parents in the other. It was all going smooth, but eventually you had to stop and pick up Tomàs which resulted in the awkwardest two hours in your life.

Arriving at the villa though, he had actually pulled you aside to exchanged a few words.

"I know you're not happy with me coming along this weekend."

"What, no. Who told you that?"

He smiled. "You always were a terrible liar Y/N."

"I pretended to enjoy your cooking didn't I?" You said, knowing Tomas had been a terrible cook, but which seventeen year old boy wasn't?

"I just hope we can get along this weekend." He said. "I'll keep my distance if it helps."

There was no need for that though, apparently it was you who was forced to keep distance from everyone in the house.

"Why do I have to sleep in the poolhouse?" You asked as everyone settled down for dinner in the lovely villa your family has inherited through generations. It was located just off the cost. A ten minute walk from the beach, a paradise in itself.

"Because..." Your mother said, passing you the salad bowl "....your brothers friend is taking your room."

"Friend? What friend?" You frowned, shifting to Bernardo. He made you wait for him to chew his food, annoyingly slow, you might add.

"Yeah, my friend from Benfica is coming. Ruben. He'll be here tomorrow."

"Well that's not fair. How come no one told me to bring someone to this, not so family vacation."

"Of course you can bring a friend meu amor." Your mother patted your thigh under the table. "Why won't you asks the neighbors kids to come over tomorrow, play by the pool like you used to."

"Because I'm 23 years old mom, not six. Besides, I hate the Da Silva twins. They used to tell me that I had split ends."

A soft laughter spread around the table.

"You kind of do though." Anita said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"That's it."

You rose from your chair.

"Thank you for a lovely dinner, but I think I'm going to bed now."

"Oh come on, don't go." Your family teased you for your foul mood

"Ha ha, very funny." You sighed.

"Sleep tight sourface."

You withdrew from the rest of your family and hid out in the poolhouse, your accommodation for these few days. A part of you mourned that the magic of the villa had died out with time. Growing up simply changed things. If you were still twelve years old you wouldn't be in bed right now scrolling through Instagram on your phone. You'd be going for a midnight swim in the pool, pretending to be a mermaid. Or you and Bernardo would be camping out in the living room, planning which prank to pull on Anita. Those days were gone though. Good times always came to an end, luckily the construction of the villa stayed forever. Perhaps your future kids would enjoy it as much as you did as a child. Yes. That would be the dream.

Speaking of dreams, you woke up from yours after hearing something make a splash in the pool.

"No, no, no."

You rushed to put on a robe. The Da Silvas had a dog, a half blind dog that could still jump fences. It was Welsh Corgi, a fat Welsh Corgi that would drop like a stone whenever it tried to go for a swim.

"Whatta, who are you?"

It wasn't the Da Silvas dog however. It was a man making a splash in the pool, a very tall man with shoulders you could climb on.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Bernardo said you slept like a hybernating bear."

"Pardon?"

He was handsome too. Once he went to remove his swim goggles the light from the water shimmered in his marron eyes.

"I'm sorry." He smiled. "I think you're brother must have wanted me to disturb you from your sleep."

"Sounds like my brother alright."

The man swam to the edge of the pool near you and raised himself out of the water with ease. Once he stood, the height difference between you two became very clear.

"I'm Ruben." He said, stretching out a hand for you to shake, towering over you like a tree.

"I'm...I'm..."

"Y/N?" He said, saving you from embarrassing yourself yet again. The draft you felt underneath your thin nightrobe was embarrassing enough.

"Your brother have told me about you."

"Of course he has." You sighed.

"Yeah, he told me if I could make the trip here earlier than tomorrow, your family's trip to the city would be more fun for you if yku had a friend."

"Um...come again?"

You couldn't believe what was coming out of this guys handsome mouth. Had Bernardo really set you up with his friend like this. Did he pity you this much?

"Isn't that what you said, that you wish to bring a friend?"

"Right." You nodded. Ruben seemed to notice the skepticism in your voice.

"But I am not your friend of course, I am your brothers."

"You said it, not I." You were glad that he was smart enough to understand the awkward in this.

"It's just that Bernardo has spoken to me about this girl that he would like to pursue."

"Girl? What girl?" You said, suprised by the devious look in Ruben's eyes.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Some girl he has kept in contact with for a long time. "

" A girl that lives here, in Portimão?" You gasped. Of course Bernardo wanted to keep you distracted from disturbing him this weekend, he wanted to keep the whole family distracted whilst he go on and chat up his crush.

"How come I am the last one to know everything?" You said, folding your arms.

Ruben chuckled. His laughter was like a ray of light in the dark night.

"Well perhaps we could follow him tomorrow, get a glimpse of this mystery girl of his?" Ruben said, the water dabbed on his skin made it appear as if all of him shimmered with the light from the pool.

"I would like that." You said, surprisingly pleased with his first impression.

"I must let you go back to sleep." He said, throwing a glance over your shoulder towards the poolhouse. "Again, I'm sorry for waking you up."

"You didn't." You said, but only to be polite.

"But I did." Ruben smiled. Tomas was right, you were a terrible liar.

"Perhaps we could use tomorrow to get him back." He winked.

"I like the way you think Ruben." You said, a foolish smile on your face.

"Tomorrow it is then."

"Tomorrow." You nodded, slowly backing away towardds the poolhouse. You'd return to bed thinking perhaps you were sleeping walking or something. Forsure it was all a dream. Ruben wouldn't really be here in the morning, would he? It was just too good to be true. He was just too good to be true, wasn't he?

There was only one way to find out....