Drabbles and Oneshots

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I never thought I'd write Nico's POV but, oh well, a prompt is a prompt 🤷🏻‍♀️ Kudos to whoever came out with this idea because I don't remember who it was  😂

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Nico stood outside the Jam & Roller with sparkling eyes and a huge smile on his face. The place hadn't changed a bit, at least from the outside. He breathed a long, contented sigh, thinking about all the moments he had lived inside those walls, all the people he had met, how much he had missed them and Buenos Aires. He almost couldn't believe he was there again. He was finally back.

He had barely stopped by his hotel room to drop his bags before he was out the door, grabbing a cab and heading directly to where he was now. Even if the exterior was the same, he knew things had changed. None of his friends worked there anymore, they went to a bigger rink when anyone wanted to skate, and all of them had found bigger stages for themselves than the small one of the Jam & Roller. The building had become too small for all the stars that had been born there, but every once in a while, they all liked to hang in the place where all had started.

Nico knew some of the guys would be there that day because he had spoken to Pedro. He had wanted to surprise everyone, but it would've been hard to find them all without at least some help, so Pedro had been the only one he had talked to in advanced and informed that he was coming back. Pedro had always been his best friend after all, even while he was away. Of course, he had met new people in New York and made new friends, but he had kept in touch with everyone from the Roller in at least some degree. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't drift apart some bit with some of them, that was just how life worked, but never Pedro. They may have been born from different parents, but that guy was his brother, nothing would ever change that.

Finally, he shook himself out of his reminiscing and walked inside. Some furniture had been changed, there were new paintings on the walls, but overall, the Jam & Roller remained the same.

He only needed to take a couple steps into the cafeteria for him to see them. Sat around a table on the right, were Pedro, Matteo and Ramiro. The three were drinking and talking avidly. Ramiro had his hair shorter than Nico had ever seen it, but otherwise he looked pretty much the same. Matteo had a beard now, which, of course, he had seen in photos, but it was almost weird to see it in real life. He had met him before he could grow any facial hair.

God, time really flies.

Pedro was the first to notice him since he had been waiting for him. He made a sign to the others to look in his direction. A second later, Matteo and Ramiro were staring at him wide-eyed and jumping to their feet.

"NICOOO!"

After that everything was hugs, questions, 'I missed yous' and a lot of smiles and laughs. They sat in the cafeteria like they used to do every day at some faraway point in their lives, and Nico felt wave after wave of nostalgia hit him, followed by happiness of being back to the one place that always felt like home.

They spent some time catching up with Ramiro's and Matteo's life while they asked about Nico's time in New York. They all agreed to not go too into it right there though since they wanted everyone reunited to hear the stories. At the idea of gathering everyone later that day, Nico asked:

"Where's Simón? I've missed that guy. I can't wait to see him."

Everyone seemed to think about it.

"Mmm, he must be—" Matteo started.

"In his apartment," Pedro interrupted him. He retrieved a keyring from the pocket of his jeans. "Here, he gave me a key in case of emergencies. I'll lend it to you so you can surprise him."