Falling for You
A/N: Hey, guys! I've had this story in mind for a long time and I hope you like it. I just want to say I love constructive criticism and all feedback in reviews! It helps me better my writing for you, the readers!
Disclaimer: I do not own BTR
Prologue: She Will Fall Into Your Arms
Carlos needed a girlfriend . . . badly.
It seemed like everywhere he turned it was just love, love, love. Kendall had Jo, Logan had Camille, and James . . . well James had almost every girl on the planet. So where did that leave him?
It didn't look like all the methods he was using to try and get a girl were working, so maybe he just a needed a little . . . push in the right direction. And that is what brought him here.
The black haired boy took in a deep breath as he stood in front of the small building. The big bold golden letters on a sign next to it taunted him, before he decided to go inside. It smelled like incense mixed with cigarette smoke, not the best scent in the world.
He adjusted his helmet on his head and gulped before noticing a very familiar colorful bird. "Super Parrot!" The Latino sprinted over to the animal, poking at it.
"I see you have come to get your fortune told . . . or steal my bird."
Carlos jumped about twenty feet in the air at the sound of the voice, and quickly turned, making sure his helmet was still on. "No! But uh—uh yeah," he stated uneasily, "I want my fortune told."
"I am Madame Zenzua." The woman introduced herself before sitting down, gesturing to the seat across from her. "Take a seat."
Carlos obliged and slowly sat down, eyes glued to the crystal ball that separated the two. He couldn't help but feel his heart rate pick up and his palms sweat.
"Now," Carlos eyes snapped up the woman when she began to speak, "is there anything specific you have in mind."
Carlos nodded eagerly. "I want to know . . . will I ever get a girlfriend? Like a real one. Not one the guys set me up with. Not one Gustavo pays. But a girl who will likes me for me, and isn't forced to do it."
Madame Zenzua's eyebrows rose at his specific details, but nodded approvingly anyways. She looked down at her crystal ball, before closing her eyes, while her fingers lace around the orb. Carlos bit his lip nervously and waited hopefully.
"I see—"
He leaned in closer, inclining his ear towards her.
"I see—"
Growing impatient, Carlos leaned closer and peered into the ball. "I don't see anything! How do you even see, you're eyes are closed?" he complained.
Madame Zenzua's fingers were removed from the shiny object and she opened her eyes at the antsy boy before her. "Do you want to know or not?" she asked, irritated.
Carlos jumped back in his seat, crossed his ankles, and folded his arms in his lap. An angelic smile adorned his features. "Yes, please," he said in the most polite voice he could manage.
Madame Zenzua smiled softly. "You will meet the girl of your dreams."
That was all Carlos needed, before he jumped up out of his seat. "Yes!" He was about to dance around when he realized he must've looked a little too desperate (which he was), and quickly sat back down. "What else do you know?"
"She is quite beautiful, smart, and talented."
Carlos' already large smile grew impossibly bigger. This was like a win-win-win-win situation. "When will I meet her?" he asked hopefully, crossing his fingers. Please say soon. Please say soon.
Madame Zenzua cleared her throat, and answered simply. "She will fall into your arms."
His smile fell, and his voice was monotone. "That doesn't help."
"That is all I can tell you."
"But—"
"That is all." The woman got up and turned to walk away.
"Wait," Carlos called to her, desperateness laced in his words.
She turned around, a slightly aggravated expression on. "What?"
"Can I ask one more question? It doesn't have to do with that, though." He put on the best puppy dog face that he could.
The fortune teller let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine."
Carlos took a deep breath and stood up. "Will I ever get hit by a meteor and get superpowers, so I can fight crime and keep the world safe as . . ." He struck a pose. "Meteor Man!"
Madame Zenzua looked at him with an unamused expression. "No," she deadpanned.
Carlos settled out of his pose. "Are you sure? Because . . ."
"Just no." And with that, she left behind a shimmery curtain.
Carlos didn't bother calling her back this time, but began to walk out, saying a quick goodbye to Super Parrot.
So maybe he wouldn't become Meteor Man, but all that really mattered to him was this girl he was supposed to meet.
She will fall into your arms.
Carlos smiled as he walked down the street back to Rocque Records, that one sentence echoing within his head.
She will fall into your arms.
Was it too soon to say he was already falling for her?
It's short, but it's only a prologue. I promise chapters will be much longer in the future and maybe filled with some fluff! Well, actually, he has to meet Melody first, but anyways! I hope you enjoyed this, and please review with feedback.
If I get at least five or six reviews, update is tomorrow! If not, definately within a week!
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