Ch. 1
This is an English translation of a story done by Ammydowft. I got permission, so don't go saying I ripped it off. Also the translation might not be the best at some parts, as I used Google translate, so if there are any suggestions for how to make the translations better, please tell me.
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It seemed like yesterday that she had moved. It seemed yesterday that she had taken my heart. But no, it was four years ago, yes. My dream was to move to New York and pursue my career as a painter, but that wasn't possible. There was no more money to pay for college than I had to get anything and I did that. I was just a teenager who had to survive in New York and she? She was just a teenager trying not to rely more on her parents, trying to follow with the college she had chosen and create a life in New York. I fell in love with her and that was not in my plans and she, actually was still dating someone when I met her. Gabriella was a nice girl, but she ended up falling in love with my neighbor, Troy Bolton and well, left me. But I didn't mind, for when I saw Michelle, my heart caught fire and I couldn't get over her eyes.
Gabriella was sitting on the couch and stared at the TV. I was watching some program, gossiping was as usual, I didn't even bother to register the name. I picked up a jar of pickles and sat beside her. She wouldn't even watch very interestingly. I opened the window and put a pickle in my mouth. I stared at Gabriella, who was still panting after morning sex. This time, Alex JR really had left her tired. I smiled, remembering what we'd done.
I heard the sound of pounding on my door and got up to see who it was, as it wasn't common for someone to knock on my door on a Saturday morning. I opened the door without bothering to look through the peephole. A girl with black hair and brown eyes was on the other side. I contemplated the idea of being able to be a pioneer. I, however, was not in uniform and I was also too old to be one. I contemplated the same idea when I was eighteen, stared her clothes and repressed the moan. The skinny jeans, which were showing good curves, and tight black blouse with a pattern of Paramore and black gloves. I came up her eyes to stare at the girl's face and noticed a grin. I really had never seen her, or someone as beautiful as her.
"Hey," she said with the smile showing her white teeth.
"Hello," I answered, politely wiping the sweat from my forehead. "To whom do I owe the honor of a visit of a girl so beautiful?" Yes, I had flirted with a complete stranger, not caring if Gabriella heard.
I heard a hot laugh out of the throat of the unknown girl
"Thank you," I smiled shyly. "My name is Mitchie," she said.
"I'm Alexandra, but call me Alex. Is your name just 'Mitchie'?" I shook the hand of the girl with pale skin.
"Michelle Torres." Completed. "I moved from Texas, but I know very little and don't know the ways of the building. I need some info, so I knocked." Explained.
"Who is it, love?" I heard the voice of Vanessa and soon felt her by my side. "Who is this?"
"This is Michelle. She just moved into the building, asking for information." I said to the brunette beside me without taking my eyes off Michelle.
"Michelle Torres," she said, reaching out to Vanessa to greet her.
"Gabriella Montez, Alex's girlfriend," Gabriella said, passing my arm on her waist. "So what's the number of your apartment?"
"345," she answered. I raised an eyebrow.
"But this building only goes to 213," I said, confused. "I think you missed the building," I said with a laugh.
"Oh shit! Knew Dallas had told me wrong," she said in a whisper. "Even so, thank you," she smiled.
"So long, neighbor," I smiled, giving her a kiss on his cheek.
"See you, Alex," she said, pressing a kiss on my cheek, then turned and walked away.
I closed my eyes and the door. I turned and heard Gabriella clearing her throat. She looked at me, with raised eyebrows and hands on her hips.
I looked at my bedside clock, 7:30. She had arrived in the hallway, always at the same hour, always punctual. Her coal-black hair was smooth and wavy at the ends and were perfect in contrast with the pale skin, her dark eyes could hypnotize you easily. She's the kind of girl who always has interesting topics to talk about, smile always plastered on her full lips. I heard her footsteps approaching, the sound of the door being closed made me get out of bed and run quickly into the room, the curtains were drawn and the room was dark, as usual. I soon located the telescope I used to admire her. Hey, I did it. It's my favorite hobby. I took some of the curtains in front of the lens of the telescope, I smiled before her notes.
She was talking on the phone with someone, her expression was angry and she was not as quiet as usual, she was really fighting with the person on the other end of the line.
"You're an idiot, Shane!" I heard the shriek of the Torres. She never used to cry, but I think he did something very bad for her to be so. I don't want to know. "Shane, I'm saying that it's all over, FINISHED!" Silence dominated the room briefly. "Now I'm ridiculous? I can not believe how you can be so cruel and thick! I saw you kissing her myself, Shane!" She snorted. "Yeah, I'm pretty ridiculous for even dating you and you know what? Can you tell Ashley to meet you because I'm not your girlfriend, and you no longer need to pretend not to see me, bye!" She said, hanging up the phone and laying on the couch.
He was a real asshole, Shane. Michelle and he always fought, never agreed on anything, and he always laughed with your dirty comments and "bottomless". Shane had already been seen a few times in public places kissing or holding hands with a girl with brown hair, or even at work flirting with female employees, sorry forgot to say I work at the magazine 'Greys Magazine.' He's not the best boss in the world, nor the best "neighbor", but I'm glad, radiant actually, that Michelle's finished with him.
I noticed that Michelle was getting up and going inside, then she grabbed the telescope and ran to the room. She would probably compose. When he was thoughtful, she always did. She said it calmed her and I believe she's now more right this time. I put the tripod on the ground and on top of it, the telescope. I noticed that she had picked up the guitar and sat on the bed. Michelle started strumming the notes on the guitar.
It's probably what's best for you
I only want the best for you
And if I'm not the best, then you're stuck
(I felt weak in her voice, oh no, she's not sad because of that idiot, are not you?)
I tried to sever ties and I
Ended up with wounds to bind
Like you're pouring salt in my cuts
And I just ran out of band-aids
I do not even know where to start
'Cause you can not bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart
(Michelle's voice was getting weaker, but still she kept singing, her singing voice was getting affected because of weakness in her voice. The most beautiful voice I've ever heard in my life.)
Even though I know what's wrong
How can I be so sure
If you never say what you feel, feel
I must have held your hand so tight
You did not have the will to fight
I guess you needed more time to heal
Baby I just ran out of band-aids
I do not even know where to start
'Cause you can not bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart
You must be a miracle
Walk up, swearin' up and down
You can not fix what's been broken
Please do not give my hopes up, in the
Baby, tell me how could you
Be so cruel
It's like you're pouring salt on my cuts
Baby, I just ran out of band-aids
I do not even know where to start
'Cause you can not bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart
Baby, I just ran out of band-aids
I do not even know where to start
'Cause you can not bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart
Oh in the
You never really can fix a heart
Oh in the
You never really can fix heart
You never really can fix my heart
That music was so sentimental and with a strong meaning, Michelle could really outdo herself this time, She always wrote great songs and this was the best one, even being made for the idiot, Shane. Wish I could be there, wiping the tears that were blurring the black make-up. I sighed, leaning against the curtain of my bedroom window. I would do anything to be able to have her attention.
The curtain didn't support my weight and started making me fall, I was supported the tripod.
"Shit, the curtain from the .99 store," I growled to myself.
I looked out the window and there was Michelle, staring at me with an amused smile on her face. Would she notice I was "snooping"? She gave me a nod and a playful smile as always, looked down, feeling embarrassed, face blushing heavily.
It's been a week since that happened, the "accident." I was scared and embarrassed that Michelle would try to talk to me, or would call the police. The second doesn't happen, thank God! In the three days, she tried to talk to me when we'd gone to the grocery store, but I decided to ignore it and get out of there quickly before I did something embarrassing, but thanks to my bad luck, that wasn't what had happened.
"You didn't laugh?" I asked the blonde on the other side of the line. I almost got caught!
"Ha, ha, ha," I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry, Alex, but I didn't laugh. Why instead of doing all this, do you just not ask her out? It's easier now that she's single." Taylor said, making me let out a sigh.
"Hey, it's not so easy, she's still..." I felt my stomach churn, I wouldn't be able to complete the word. "Whatever, she still likes him. She wrote a song for him, Taylor. I can't compete with that. Of course, they will still get back... As always. And besides, I'm a girl. It's not very likely that she likes girls..." I finished with a sigh.
"Or maybe she really decides to move on, which is more logical than to go back to that asshole!" I look up and only once. "if you don't try, you will never know. Take a chance for your..."
I stopped to hear what Taylor said, at the same moment I looked towards the entrance of the grocery store. I gulped, praying that she wouldn't see me. I quickened my pace as fast as I could to try to get through the line and leave. The shopping cart was that the foods were too heavy, which made the cart go even slower, oh shit! I stared at it again, trying to make sure she hadn't seen me there, but our eyes met and she smiled at me, leaving me totally flushed. Internally, I prayed that she wouldn't get close to me, but ironically, she stepped up to me. I decided to just ignore it, maybe she would give up and go away, but it would only increase the playful smile on her face.
"Tay...I gotta go... She," I gulped. "She seems to want to talk to me ..."
"Ask her out, Alex. Kisses!" The line went dead.
I put the phone in my pocket and took a discreet look back. She was still on my tail. Damn, Michelle, why do you have to be so pushy? I sighed and kept walking, praying for her to give up.
"Hey, Alexandra!" She had called me. I had two choices; to ignore her, or stop and get out of there now, talk to her for possibly last time.
I opted for the first, which was more practical and if she knocked on my door to try to talk to me again, could give the excuse that I hadn't heard her, or was too busy and couldn't talk at that moment, something to try...
"Alexandra, the wet ground!" Michelle's voice had taken me from my reality.
I slipped, dropping the basket, and fell to the ground. My back ached like crazy. I closed my eyes, trying to somehow ease my pain, but it didn't seem effective. I felt two small and soft hands touching my face and my head being placed against something cute.
"Oh my God! Alexandra, wake up!" Michelle's voice said again. I hurt all over, but it was worth it.
And after that, we hadn't exchanged another word, we continued our routine. She went to school, where she taught and I continued my obsession with her. Shane, at work, was worse than ever. He was really being a pain and more of an idiot than he already was! He made me his slave 24 hours a day, which hardly left me time to be able to see Michelle.
I looked at the paperwork on my desk. Shane had asked me to make a summary of the last week of the parade that the magazine promoted all year and it was hard to do when the only thing that went through my head was just a Michelle.
"Hey, Russo," I heard the voice of the younger Grey. "Have you finished the summary? We have to go," he said, putting his hands on the table.
"Nate, not yet," I sighed, wearily. "No offense, but his brother is an asshole," I said, hearing the laughter of the younger guy.
"You may not believe it, but it's much worse," joked Grey, for it was true, it was much worse.
"What's so funny, Russo?" I hear the voice of Grey's sick means, not seen him enter my room. Let'm wait for an answer, I know, actually I need to laugh.
"I need a sense of humor too..." He whispered almost inaudibly.
"How's Nate?" I heard Grey's harsh tone. "But never mind, ended the short, Russo?"
"Shane, we're all ready to let her go home," Nate tried to contradict his brother.
"Okay," Sighed won. "But I want it tomorrow morning and without fail," he said, slamming the door.
"Sorry for him... He still hasn't successfully overcome being dumped by Mitchie," I arched a confused eyebrow. "Michelle Torres, do not play dumb with me, Alex."
"O-wha-what?" I stammered, hearing the laughter of the nasal newest Grey.
"You know what I'm talking about," he rolled his eyes. "But we'll talk tomorrow," he kissed my cheek and made his way to the door. "See you tomorrow, Alex. Good luck to you. Shane won't eat his heart," he grabbed the doorknob and looked at him. "And try not to play with Alex JR thinking of her," And the door was closed.
My face blushed and I was confused. How the hell does he know that?
I tried to balance the roles in my hands as he opened the door. The fact that I would have to stay up all night trying to make this damn resume, left me totally nervous. If I failed to do so, I would have to look for another job and this was not in my plans. I opened the door and I kept trying not to let the paper fall to the floor. I closed the door and leaned against the cool wood, letting a sigh out of my lips, soothing is what I need.
I walked to my room stacked with papers, as soon as I can get to sleep, and that is what I need, my fatigue was starting to annoy me. I put the papers on the table neatly, pulled the chair and I laid my notebook on top of the wood, getting ready to get this damn job over with. I stared at the keys on the laptop and had no idea what to write, not out of laziness, but because there wasn't anything going through my head, except Michelle. I shook my head, trying to get her out of my head
'I need to concentrate!' I said to myself, but to no avail, as she again crossed my mind. I heard a sigh in the background, the wind coming through the window made me even more irritated, as I tried to focus again on the laptop keys, but the wind was coming in even stronger, making the newly placed curtain move. And that was the last straw. I got up from the chair and went to the window, then closed the window, then there would have to be silence. I closed the window, but something took my attention completely, Michelle. No, she was not composing, or just watching TV as usual, she was taking her blouse off. My eyes widened at the sight of her bare back. She approached her bed and layed on it. Oh, no! She wasn't even doing what I'm thinking. Still, I waited at the window to have full certainty and heard the first groan. My mouth is fully opened, I felt my little friend to come up to hear the sound, and again, another moan. I further opened the window and sat on my bed. There were two options; ignore the noise and return to work, or I could enjoy and play with Alex JR. I heard the third moan, but stronger this time and could not resist. I put my hands to the button on my jeans and pulled down my boxer briefs along with my sanity.