As the daughter of a successful director, Sel Fierro is keen to start anew – fresh-faced and ready to explore the world, and make it big, without her dad doing it for her. But when she bumps into someone new and interesting… is there a chance best friends can make it, without breaking the tension and the chemistry?
Nick is not over the break up. Period. But, when he meets someone who could change his life, both for him and his two brothers, can they still rise through fame, exploring new heights, with someone who doesn't want any of her past with her? Will Nick be able to keep his cool when obstacles arise in a relationship?
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Please Be Mine
They
come and go but they don't know
That you are my beautiful
I try
to come closer with you
But they all say we won't make it
through
But I'll be there forever
You will see that it's
better
All our hopes and our dreams will come true
I will not
disappoint you
I'll be right there for you 'til the end
The end
of time
Please be mine
I'm in and out of love with you
Trying
to find if it's really true
How can I prove my love
If they all
think I'm not good enough?
But I'll be there forever
You will
see that it's better
All our hopes and our dreams will come true
I
will not disappoint you
I will be right there for you 'til the
end
The end of time
Please be mine
I can't stop the rain
from falling
Can't stop my heart from calling you
It's calling
you
I can't stop the rain from falling
Can't stop my heart from
calling you
It's calling you
I can't stop the rain from
falling
Can't stop my heart from calling you
It's calling
you
But I'll be there forever
You will see that it's better
All
our hopes and our dreams will come true
I will not disappoint
you
I will be right there for you 'til the end
The end of
time
Please be mine
Jeez, why did it have to be so hot today? I loved the heat, but sometimes it was overwhelming with the contrasting cucumber cool day. I quickly opened the clean, black fridge and reached out the nearest bottle, which just so happened to be my favourite, OJ. I knocked it back without another thought, wrote a note to my mom about leaving so soon in case she woke up. I checked the clock on the wall; it said what I had been thinking, five o'clock in the morning. The perfect time of day to lie on a beach without getting burned, at least for me, being of an often pale nature, it was bound to happen, as I had learned so many times years ago when I had tried for a glowing tan.
I left the house on a good note, humming to myself and closing the door as quietly as I could. I had previously grabbed my bright towel and it was bundled around my warm arm as I nearly skipped, my notepad in my other arm and my pencil behind my ear, in case I thought of something impulsively. I needed to be able to write anytime, anywhere, even in the middle of a bare street, with a couple of pastel coloured abandoned cars resting against the sidewalk. The long windows revealed the impossibly almost empty house, and I thought of my mom. She wouldn't be worried; I went to the beach almost every day of the holiday in the morning, and was usually back at noon to lunch and get away from the crazy hot heat. I wasn't used to it yet, even though I was almost always here every holiday.
Some buildings towered above me, but there were stunning, sleek, grey and white buildings, often with long balconies to watch the sun set fire to the sky. Sometimes, I yearned for someplace like that to stay, but with my constant looking for a job and my mom only just being able to afford the trip, it was getting more and more difficult to go to the place I wanted to be. I finally found my beach, my beach, the only empty one around, beautiful and hidden amongst the rocky almost charcoal cliffs and sea invaded caves. I could see the gentle waves from here, the soft white foam bubbling at the ends of some, like bubbles in a bath, and the powdery sand. It was a mistake I had previously stumbled upon the hidden gem, and I intended to keep it that way, a private beach.
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The early morning sun held high in the sky, and the air was crisp and burned on my bare skin; just beginning to reveal the beauty it had for the day. The sand was so soft beneath my feet and I wriggled my toes, the white grains tripping over my foot, hard against the heat and calmness of the day. It was an empty beach; the day was young and serene and everything was silent except for the gentle sweep of the blue-green waves. I pushed a strand of my dark hair from my eyes, and continued to look at the long, endless horizon that stretched across my world. Spain was a beautiful place to be, and I loved it here – it was my home away from home. Spain was a part of me, and I knew one day I was going to come back and live here, but not now, I already had a life somewhere else. If I had a chance, I would be here every second of my life, it was a beautiful place and I found it hard to leave, even if it was urgent.
I sat up, leaning forward to reach for my notepad, I scribbled down a couple of phrases, quickly fishing with a hand in the sand for my yellow pencil. My song was coming along well, and I could imagine the way the mellow notes entwined with the lyrics in the air. I put my notepad back down and leant on my elbow, looking at the near grey cliffs, white skimmed on top because of the sand. There was not a cloud in the clear, indigo sky, and it reminded me of how lucky I was to be in the place I loved.
When I opened my eyes, I realised I must have floated off quickly. One of my hands was twisting the grains within my fingers, and I quickly moved it and with my other hand, rubbed my eyes and sat up to see my surroundings. For a moment, I had no idea where I was, but then I didn't want to. I was in-between heaven and earth, and I skimmed my cheekbone against my hot face. I could have easily have burned, but it was still very early in the day, probably around seven o'clock now.
My stomach growled to reminded me that I hadn't eaten all day, just a quick drink in a rush to get to my favourite place in the world. I clambered up, and leaving my yellow and blue striped towel, wandered down the beach, walking close to the sea, as the slow ripples slipped past my ankles; warm, necessary and perfect, the ideal wake-up call. There was an ice cream booth set up just at the other end of the beach, it was always up and the owners always had someone there to watch the sunset and rise. Focusing mainly on my footing, I ambled up the slight hill to the lime green shack, with a familiar, wide-smile face peeping through whom I vaguely remembered from childhood.
He seemed to remember me too. I pondered a minute over the choice of food, fluidly chattering with the dark eyed boy standing behind the booth. We spoke about the beautiful weather, my tongue clicking against my teeth as I spoke in rapid Spanish; his burnt-tan skin and black hair gave away where he was from. He was about seventeen now, he told me, and he wouldn't stop smiling, even though he'd been up since about four o'clock, but with no trace of purple bruises beneath his glittering eyes. I finally decided to go for the classic vanilla ice cream; original is always the best. I thanked the boy, and turned on my heels to walk off, saying my brief goodbyes, licking my ice cream slowly as I walked and watched my feet.
Suddenly, I hit something hard and tall. It was my instinct to take a second back, but it was already too late. I felt my ice cream crush into it, and I looked up immediately to make sure I hadn't walked into a wall. It turned out to be a guy, standing about 5'11" – I guess, since I was so self-conscious about my height (being of small parents).
"S-sorry." I stammered, brushing away some hair from my eyes and behind my ears. I swallowed the lump in my throat that was making my mouth so dry. He was starting to rub the ice cream off his shirt and stood backwards.
One look, that's all it took to send me, to another galaxy.
Okay: I did give out another story, but it didn't really get any reviews. This time, I have a good plotline and am planning to update shortly, as long as people review as often as they can, and remember to tell your friends! Criticism is also allowed – it's a free country – as long as it is constructive. The best reviews are long ones!