Back to America?

Back to America?


Hola everyone. This is my first story so take it easy on me. Yes, the character is based on Diego Luna and if there are any fans out there who like him, tell me! Anyways, here goes:

Chapter One


The weather, as hot as it was, was beautiful and relaxing. The streets were jam packed with dark haired Mexicans and people working on cars or dancing in the streets. Mexico. It seemed liked the right place at the right time. As a child growing up in the Americas, I needed a change and beautiful Mexico seemed like the perfect place for just that.

My best friend Brooke walked beside me, smiling and taking in the sites with just as much awe as myself. I watched her with a grin, her dark red hair and green eyes standing out from the population around us. But it didn’t seem to bother her and I understood why; everyone looks the same and she stands out. Brooke was always a very individual person since I’ve known her and as was I but with my dark black hair, tan skin and brown eyes, I could have possibly been mistaken for a Mexican.

“So,” Brooke said, “Where to?”

I pondered for a long while, not knowing where to go or what to do. I didn’t do enough research before we came here and now I wish I would’ve.

“I don’t know,” I finally answered. “I guess we could go find our apartment.”

We both laughed and began to go down streets until we reached our car, both of us feeling stupid for wondering the streets before we even found where we were living. Once we hit the road, we instantly got lost. The roads, the streets, the sites, were just too different compared to America and for two eighteen year olds, it was the worst place to get lost.

“Ok, maybe we should just ask for directions,” Brooke advised.

I nodded in agreement and saw three men working on a looked like a beat up mustang and pulled over to the side.

“¿Excúseme, caballeros?” I asked in Spanish, feeling glad that I learned how to speak the language before I came here.

“Si?” An older man walked over, cleaning his oily hands with a red rag.

“English?” I asked.

“Yes. I speak English.”

“Ok, I was wondering if you could help me.”

He smiled friendly like and got closer to the car, blocking the sun with his hand. I would have to say that for a man his age he was very good looking; dark skin, muscles, deep eyes and shaggy hair.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“I was just wondering how to…” Just as I was beginning to explain my situation, my eyes seemed to take over me, trailing over to a man looking over from the car that was being worked on, a curios look on his face.

I don’t know how long I stared at him but I knew it had to have been noticeable because he smiled at me, revealing beautiful white teeth and dimples on each side of his mouth. The world, it seemed, was going in slow motion as he turned away and went back into the house.

“Ma’am?” The man before me asked, knocking me out of my reverie.

“Huh? O, yeah. I’m sorry.” I quickly apologized, “I need to know how to get to Morelia.”

The man chuckled, “Miss, you are in Morelia. Up the street is apartments, which I bet you are looking for.”

I could feel my face getting hot and I smiled shyly, “Oh my God. I feel so stupid.”

“It’s ok. It happens to a lot of tourist.”

“O, I’m not a tourist, I am here to live.”

“Well then, welcome, young lady. My name is Luis and you are?”

“Jessica and this is my friend Brooke.”

He smiled graciously and shook both of our hands before explaining that if we ever needed anything just to ask him, he wasn’t far. I thanked him and Brooke and I laughed at our bad sense of direction, wondering how the hell we managed to get to Mexico from Ohio.

“Hey Jess,” Brooke said, once we got the apartments and began unloading our stuff, “Did you happen to see that really hot Mexican checking you out?”

“Aw, don’t say that. He was old. But sweet.” I commented.

“Not Luis, the other one. You know, the really good looking one with the perfect lips and brown almond eyes with the nice abs? The one who went inside.”

“He wasn’t checking me out, Brooke.”

“Oh no?” She asked, coming up to me until our noses met, “Then tell me why you spaced out for so long and you two were making eye contact?”

“I…I…”

“That’s what I thought. Now come on, we need to get all this shit into the apartment.”

Later that night

Once Brooke and I had a little misunderstanding with the person at the front desk about the rules of the apartment complex, Brooke and I felt at home in the cozy two bedroom, one bath apartment. The walls were a cream colored with beautiful sea green carpet and Mexican decorations on the walls and a book of places to go in Morelia and New Mexico, which wasn’t very far from our destination.

“So,” I asked with excitement, jumping on the bed in my new room, “Want to go out dancing tonight?”

“Sure.” Brooke said excited, “What’s the fun in going to Mexico and not dancing?”

When nine o’ clock rolled around, Brooke and I walked out of our apartment, dressed to kill, both of us in a low neck, halter short dresses, her black and mine red. We surely looked Mexican tonight.

The night was just as beautiful as the day was when we first came to Mexico, the stars were brightly smiling and the moon was full, yellow with an orange tint. There was no wind, only the gentle sounds of cars and kids playing hide n seek in the dark. I felt at home here, more at home than America ever made me feel.

“Jess,” Brooke whispered to me, “Your senor is coming over.”

“What?” I looked around and finally saw what Brooke meant. Just as we were passing the house that the three car workers lived, the same threesome came running over, each with big grins on their tan faces.

“Hola, Senoritas.” Luis said with an open smile. “Where are you off to?”

“Dancing.” Brooke responded.

“Ah, si. May I advice a place?”

We nodded and Luis smiled, looping his arm with Brooke’s and then doing the same to me. Both of were confused, for Luis was taking us to a place that we were already at; his house.

Sure enough once we reached the front door, hundreds of couples were sweaty and close, dancing in a way that you would see in the movies; grinding, touching, just…being sexy. It was something that would only be accepted on rap videos in America.

Brooke and I stared at each other with shock. We knew the house was big but we now we were proven how big the house actually was. Surely this family was wealthy and didn’t have a problem showing it off. The main room was decorated with strobe lights and a live band playing salsa music and people were serving drinks and food. It was like a restaurant, but more fun.

“Wow.” I gasped.

“Enjoy, ladies.” Luis smiled, leaving Brooke and I to explore.

“This is crazy.” Brooke smiled.

“Yeah I know. It’s like a restaurant.”

“No, I was talking about all the hot men.”

“Oh.”

We laughed and sure enough, she was right. Men were everywhere, along the walls, at the bar, on the dance floor. It’s not as if there weren’t any women, but the men were just swimming in the place and almost every single one of them were just as good looking as the next.

“I think I’m going to go get a glass of water.” I told Brooke who nodded and danced her way to the dance floor, instantly finding a dance partner.

Once I reached the bar, I noticed that the guy I had made eye contact with earlier was the bar tender and he smiled at me once he saw me. I bowed my head, my face growing a dark scarlet. I was never good when it came to men in America, how was Mexico going to be any different?

“Senorita,” The man walked over to me, his eyes looking dead into mine. “What can I get for you?”

“Um…just a… Damn it,” I started to stutter again, “Water.”

“Are you sure? You don’t want a drink?”

“I don’t drink. But thank you, anyways.”

He smiled and got a glass of water, bringing it to me and instead of leaving, he leaned up along the counter, his face only inches from mine, “I’m Diego.”

“Hello Diego. I’m Jess.” I was sure that he already knew my name but either way, I felt it only polite to tell him anyways.

“I know.”

I raised my eyebrows at his confidence and I cleared my throat, taking a big gulp of water, trying not to look into his beautiful dark eyes that seemed to be reading my soul. The blue lights from the ceiling above made his skin look even darker, his hair sleeker…his body sexier.

“You know, you speak Spanish well for an American.” He mentioned with a sly smile.

“And you speak English well for a Mexican.”

He chuckled and leaned in closer, our faces only inches apart that I could smell his scent enter my body, making me weak and wanting to reach out and touch him, “I would really like to get to know you, better, Jess.”

“I just met, you, Senor.”

“Your point is?”

I looked into his eyes and smiled, “I’m sorry, but I’m not ready for a relationship. You don’t want to get mixed up with someone-”

“Don’t lie to me, Senorita. You are extraordinarily beautiful and mind games shouldn’t come with a package like yours.”

I smiled, “I have to go. Thank you for the drink.”

“What can I do to change your mind?”

I looked at him and smirked, “I don’t know. You’ll think of something.”