The taxi screeched to a halt outside the imposing art school building. For Marcos and Candy, stepping onto the Buenos Aires sidewalk felt surreal. They exchanged nervous glances; their new life had begun.
"Well, *órale*, this is it!" Marcos exclaimed, attempting a brave face. His mexicanaccent was thick, a stark contrast to the rapid-fire Spanish around him.
Candy, with her emo/gothic flair, simply adjusted her ripped fishnets and smirked. "Let's find your art classroom, drama king."
The hallway was a chaotic blend of easels, canvases, and students engrossed in their work. As Marcos, slightly built with light brown skin, dark hair and hazel eyes, navigated the crowd, *BAM!* he collided with someone.
A guitar case crashed to the floor. Marcos looked up into the intense, black eyes of a brooding young man with a piercing in his eyebrow – Iván. Behind him stood Lola, bubbly and bright, Bruno who started instantly started helping picking up the equipment and Matías, a silent giant. The bandmates and the intrudiers were quite the clash.
"¡Ay, *perdón!*" Marcos blurted out, his cheeks already flushing. “Candy, help me!"
Iván remained impassive, merely raising an eyebrow as he regarded Marcos with an unnerving intensity. Lola was very fast and friendly, extending his arm to help up marcos, “No worries. Happens all the time. I'm Iván. This is Lola, Bruno and Matias. We're just trying to rehearse for our band competition". He offered no apology or explanation.
As Lola went for the chat, Bruno started to chime in “yeah well. Be careful this guy it has almost cost us our guitar”. Everyone started laughing as marcos’s ears where as red as a fire trck’s color.
Marcos’s mouth was dry as paper because the guitar dude’s look didn’t help at all “Really sorry, im not trying to ruin any of your equipment. I’m Marcos and that over there is Candy, we just moved in, trying to find my painting classroom, hope it goes better than this encounter did.” His mexican accent was coming more evident, like when the northern winds strucked, like *viento del norte* did.
Candy, amused by her brother’s sudden awkwardness, chimed in, "Yeah, he's got the worst navigational skills ever since he crashed my Spider-Man skate when we were kids
"Spider-Man, huh?" Iván's voice was a low rumble, his gaze never leaving Marcos. That simple phrase make Marcos’s eyes widened “Are you also a spiderman guy?” asked Marcos, sonrojado. “Maybe? Can’t promise too much information. Follow us to my painting classroom and later we can discuss spider man all night long… maybe”.
The band gave them some wierd looks because, you know. That’s weird, Bruno did even look at each other for a bit with Matias
Minutes later, they found Marcos's painting class and started getting cozy around to new acquaintances in art school with very different first impressions for everyone. Soon, in art class, while focusing intensely on portraying Lola (a member of Ivan’s band) at canvas and brush stroke Marcos accidently dipped too far his hand and got red paint everywhere on her clothes
“Candy *que pena*! Sorry, im so stupid. Now your hair’s and clothes are a mess.”
It’s ok Marcos but now you’re in debt with a dinner dude, gotta fix my whole clothing piece that i was saving to make an impression today but ruined.””, She started laughting and Marcos with her as Bruno and Mati were silently recording and sending to everyone the whole episode
Iván unexpectedly step in the picture. "Here, let me help.
Iván gently dabbed at the paint with a cloth, his touch feather-light against Marcos's skin. Marcos's heart did a wild skate jump. *¿Qué onda con este chico?*
Throughout the next few weeks, Marcos and Iván's paths kept colliding. In the crowded hallways, during smoke breaks between rehearsals, or even when they casually met when Marcos when skatting down on the halls of art-school and Iván with their band started to use as musicalization in their presentation.
Whenever Iván's dark eyes met Marcos's hazel ones, the world seemed to melt away. He started intensifying even further is stare, like drilling into marcos' soul when touching, when talking and the spiderman universe where to finally align during an random evening rehearsal where the band agreed to play in costume just to spice up their music in that contest
Candy, always observant, never missed a beat. "Someone's got a major crush," she’d tease, bumping Marcos's shoulder with a knowing grin.
During the next rehearsal, while trying new instruments Bruno came in with an electric one, just because: "Yo dudes, let's shake this a bit. If anyone is capable to make that work here i have no clue". While Marcos kept staring and feeling nervous and hot with Iván's presence, he went for the test, as their band mentor would laugh in confusion saying something piícaro
Iván, of course. The guitar became an extension of himself as his touch kept burning Marcos. As marcos gave Iván's guitar a big play through like any of it was a stage play in which only music made scenes happen.
During one electrifying session, Iván, overwhelmed by an impulsive moment, stepped close to Marcos. A mere breath seperated both guys. The air throbbed with electricity as everyone stopped in an instance as Bruno starts teasing and asking loudly everyone what type of bet he just won for how predictable marco’s simp game
In an almost immediate reflex Iván pushed his head foward and quickly kissed Marcos while he went full beet, his freckles becoming ever more evident with is face’s rouge explosion. He pulled back quickly, his eyes unreadable. The whole crew from Ivan's friends had a great shock seeing Iván behave so outgoing with someone, EVER!
“Iván!, you idiot”, shouted lola as Iván pushed marcos down where their band made rehearsals Iván with his arms made everything soft where falling as He leaned against marcos face, getting even closer. After that Ivan’s eyes had their magic power making everyone fall to silence without getting mad. No words were spoken.
As everyone was petrified to what had just happen, both band members felt in owe about Iván finally breaking character as marcos felt like in the top of New York, ready to kiss spider man on a cliff-top. Maybe *¡Sí se puede!*