Destiny.

can't wait!

Can't wait.
And I love the Updating thing,
I think it's a good ideeer.

wow i love it!
gorgoues picture:)

i love this already(:

So excited for this! You have no idea hahahah ;D

I'll be waiting Les...

*Creeper smile*

Hahahaha! Hey I found you!

“Hey, are you okay?”

I smiled with hearing the worry flowing deep in his voice. Even though we were only best friends, I still felt for him deeply. In a way where I thought we should be more than best friends.

Unfortunately, best friends don’t really last together. They aren’t really together, period. If we did decide to try out the relationship, in the end, we’d probably have ruined our friendship altogether, our years long worth friendship.

We didn’t want to risk it.

Yet, he always treated me as if I was already his girlfriend. Each and every day he walked with me to and from school, or, even the dance studio. Which were the only two places I spent most of my life at.

Being the sweetie he is, he would also wait for me by my locker in-between each of our classes. Even if one of his classes is in another building, he would still come to my locker, wait for me to arrive to it. Chatter a little, and then he would get going.

Each and every time, he was always late to that class.

When I confronted him about it, he would just shrug and say, “I could careless about being late to class. As long as I get to see you at least for a minute, just to make sure you’re all right and you’re still there. Just like you promised.”

You see, at the age of nine, Alex, the sweetie I’ve been talking about witnessed his mother’s death and mine right in front of his own eyes. I did too. For, I was standing right beside him when they shot at our mothers.

Unlike most people, we lived a rough life. I suppose that’s what we get for living in the most dangerous place in all of New York. That place is known as, The Bronx.

Of course most people would treat this burrow with pride and respect. I mean even Jennifer Lopez does that. I even do that but I do it because unlike many other burrows and cities here in New York and the country itself.

The Bronx is real. It doesn’t take bullshit from anyone. It is what it is. Plain and simple.

With that being said, at the age of nine, our mothers were having their “Bonchiche” of the week. Which is spanish for, “Gossip”. Just so you know, Alex’s and my family, well, we’re just a bunch of Puerto Ricans.

We all originate from that special, popular city called, Ponce. Though, I haven’t been there in years! From my memory, it’s as gorgeous as the gold Guardian Angel necklace my Titi Linda bought me for my Baptism. Even ‘til this day, the necklace still fits and I never take it off.

Well, it was that scorching hot summer day when Alex and I were sitting down, sucking on Popsicles and trying to see whose tongue would turn color first. The winner received another Popsicle.

So, there we were. Minding our own business and barely trying to make-out all of the Spanish talk our mothers were having when all of a sudden the clang sound from the door breaking open and banging onto the wall startled all of us.

From my memory, I had dropped my Popsicle on Alex’s pants and he dropped his on mine and we both had our mouths wide open.

Everything after that was all a blur. Alex and I remained frozen as if our feet were glued to the ground and did nothing but stare at the scene unfolding in front of us. It was all we could do, after all.

“Ahora! Dame la chavo!”

“Pero, que chavo? Yo no tengo, Senor! Yo ta aqui con mi amiga y nosotros ta con los ninos. Por favor, Senor. Deja.”

I heard my Mother plead to the demanding man in spanish. At that time, the only words I could make-out were, Senor and Deja. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what was going on.

Then, I recall seeing the man drawing out his gun and the next thing happened in a blink of our eyes. He shot twice at my Mom, and three at Alex’s.

Forever the scene dramatized us, forever were our lives changed. They would no longer be innocent and sweet. Now, they were horrid and dark. The life of a Hustler, that’s what it was.
Since then, we remained together and we made a promise sworn by blood. Where, no matter what, we would always be together. No matter what obstacle came our way. We would fight it together and stay strong together.

We would never leave each other and that’s what led to this day.

Alex has always been like my guardian. Always making sure no one was going to hurt me. He would call every day and every night, just to hear my voice. I could honestly say how much I really loved him and he loved me too but we just couldn’t be….

You know what I mean?

Yet, it was always re-assuring to know that we had each other. With my father being an abusive, alcoholic dude after my mother’s death, Alex had kicked his protectiveness up a notch.

I only told him what my father was doing to me because he found a dark bruise the size of a tennis ball on my lower back and what was I going to say? I fell?

There was no point in lying anyways because I couldn’t lie. He’d automatically know that I was keeping something from him and along with our promise; we had to tell each other anything.

He told me I should report it to the police but why? Why go through all of that trouble? Since, I’m underage, I’ll be brought to a foster home, my childhood home (even though it’s an apartment building) would be rented to someone else and I just couldn’t deal with all of that.
To this excuse, he agreed with.

He was perfect. Point blank.

“Hello, Des, you hear me?”

I shook my head bringing myself out of my thoughts. I looked around remembering the scenery around me. I was still in my dance outfit, a simple white tanktop with sweat pants and dance shoes and I was on the phone with Alex escaping my only place where I felt myself.

I sighed as the realization hit me.

“Yes, sorry.”

I heard a relieved sigh.

“Okay, good. I’m sorry but I can’t pick you up this afternoon.”

I froze mid-step.

Well, that’s odd. He always picks me up after dance.

“Um, explanation por favor?” I asked slowly as I slid my zip-up hoodie on.

A nervous sigh then he spoke, “I’m meeting up with some new guys I met at school the other day. They told me that they would like to talk to me about something big. I don’t know. Anyways, I’ll call you later after I talk to them and whatnot, okay? Oh, and, do you have a ride or no? I can easily call mi Abuelita and I’m sure she won’t have a problem getting—.”

I cut him off, “Alex, calm down. It’s totally fine, no need to call la Abuelita now. I can easily get a cab. No problemo.”

“Ay, thank you so much, Des. You’re amazing.”

“So, I’ve been told,” I replied, jokingly.

He laughed, “Alright then. Bye Mami.”

“Bye.”

I hung-up and stood with my hands on my hips on the entrance steps to the dance studio with a perplexed expression planted on my face.

I had this curiosity about who these guys could be. Of course with any other guy, it read trouble. With Alex, no, Alex was really smart and strong and he knew how to tear a guy up. No one would want to mess with him. So, if these guys wanted to talk to him about something big. So big, he ended up having to blow me off after dance, then something was on the horizon.

I could only hope that it was something good, not bad.

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AN
I hope this wasn't a complete fail. I apologize for some of the spanish put in there but just a heads-up this story is going to be a story about a struggle. A struggle of getting unrealistic dreams to become real and it's hard to do so when you're living in such a place like, The Bronx. I chose for this city to be the setting because I was born there and my family is from there. We all treat The Bronx with all respect and pride knowing that's where we came from but we're not gonna lie. That city is dangerous for that's where gangs and thugs like to mark their territory. I'm thankful that I wasn't raised there but both of my sisters were and they have stories to tell of what it was like too. Still, this chapter was just to introduce the main characters, a little insight on their past, daily lives, etc. The next chapter shall be more interesting :]
Thank you for reading and comments are greatly appreciated. Also, if you have any questions on the spanish part, let me know and I'd be happy to answer them. And if I spelt some of the spanish words incorrectly, my apologies. I type it as the way it sounds when I say it. Anyhow, thank you! <3

wow, i love it!

Les.

I am in LOVE with this!

I knew you'd whip up something spectacular!!!!!

this is so good!
I love it

okay, I'll go and read the chapter,
but I saw the starting off lyrics and flipped out.
I adore that song!

i love this sooo much!