Title: Fanfic Whisper against my skin (1/6)

Our girls are still young!

(Callie)

It's mid October, the new semester at university has started and I'm getting used to campus life all over again after being in Mexico for 2 months to visit my family. Last year I stayed at the girls dorm on campus, but it turned out quickly that I wasn't made for living within a group. There was never any hot water left after Chelsy had taken a shower and try using the bathroom when there is a line of 6 people waiting at the door. The kitchen was almost nonexistent as it looked like a dump from last night parties. I like to cook, so more than twice a week I took all my groceries and went in search of a clean place to prepare some dinner, always a long adventure. And I had to learn to sleep with earplugs to keep the beasty love-cries from Angela (the girl from the next room) and her new boyfriend far away. So I was more than happy when my parents offered to rent a studio for me just outside the campus, so I had all the privacy I wanted for myself. My place is 2 streets away from the campus and only 5 minutes from the park, which is my favorite spot. I like to go there for a nice run or just sit by the pond reading a book or just doing … nothing. I've come to like the place a lot over the past year, it has been my refuge when I was struggling with first year of university or myself or my love life…. I've always been interested in architecture, even as a child I made the weirdest constructions with my Lego, offering anybody who wanted to listen a very expanded explanation for the building structure. So it wasn't a surprise for my parents when I decided to become an architect and subscribed myself at the university. The first year has gone relatively well, I studied hard and passed with a high grade which caught everybody by surprise since I'm younger than most other students due to the fact that I've skipped a grade in high school. Thank you brains!

This year is my second year and I've promised myself to loosen up a bit more. I'll still study hard, but I want to have some fun as well. For me fun equals dancing, so here I am standing before my closet carefully choosing my outfit for tonight. It's Friday night and I'm about to go out. All my friends have gone home for the weekend, but since my family returned to Mexico when I started at Uni, I'm most of the time alone at the campus at weekends and small holidays. But I don't mind, I'm a social girl and perfectly capable to have a good time on my own. Now I'm going to a little club just round the corner of my studio. I've never been there, but the rumor is that they play excellent music and that's all it takes to make this Torres claim her place on the dance floor. I put on my red shirt, my black skinny jeans and my boots. I leave my hair natural, an untamed mess of raven curls, a bit of mascara and some raspberry lip gloss and I'm ready to go. I take a last look in the mirror, damn I look hot and smile at myself.

When I enter the club, there are a lot of people inside but nobody's dancing. And I know why, the music sucks! Damn it! I was so looking forward to dance the night away! But I don't give up that easily, so I make my way to the bar and hop on a barstool. The bartender is a handsome looking black man and when he comes over to me, I catch the faint scent of his aftershave. I allow myself to inhale him for a second, not because of him, but because I love scents, I recognize people on base of their perfume, I'm drawn to persons because of the air that surrounds them. He smiles at me and asks: "What can I get the lady?"

"A cuba libre please"

He mixes the drink right before me and continues to chat. "And what brings this beautiful Latina to our club?"

"Well I heard that you had some great music and I felt like dancing ….. but to be honest, the songs you're playing now, it's a big load of crap!"

The guy bursts out into a laughter, not at all bothered that I just shot down the club. "You're totally right. But we do have the best music, but only when our DJ is playing. And she will be here any minute, so just wait to make your opinion until you've heard her, okay?"

"It's a deal!"

"By the way I'm Henri"

"Callie" I reply sipping my drink. I let my eyes wander around the club, it's small with a lot of wood, there's some crazy artwork on the walls and the place has a small stage, where's the equipment for the DJ. I must admit, I'm quite curious about the DJ. Henri mentioned it was a woman … My mind wandered a bit of when I heard Henri saying: "there she is, get ready to be amazed!" A tall blonde just entered the club …..

(Erica)

I feel all the built up tension leave my body the moment I enter the club. This is like my second home, it's my music sanctuary, it's … for me it's just perfect. I love being a gym teacher, but standing behind the DJ-table on Fridays and Saturdays just makes me complete. I walk over to the bar where Henri is already waiting for me with a glass of red wine. If we both weren't 200% gay, I would marry that guy in an instant. I give him a big hug and take the glass of wine. He slaps me playfully on my ass

"Now go and do your magic".

I roll my eyes at his comment and get behind the DJ-table. Everybody is still chatting and hanging around the bar, but from experience, I know that will be over very soon. I take of my jacket and pull my hair into a messy ponytail. I take a second to enjoy the ruby liquid that fills my senses before turning up the volume and letting the beat taking over the space. It doesn't take long before the dance floor is crowded with moving bodies, the music floating through the room, the next song already playing in my headphones. I see Henri giving me the thumbs up from behind the bar, he's such a great friend, probably knows me better than I do myself. My eyes move to the Latina sitting at the bar, sipping her drink. She is ….. beautiful! I've never seen her before, it must be the first time she's here. She hops off the barstool and makes her way over to the dance floor. She starts swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music and closes her yes, shutting out everything around her, letting her body be played by the song. Do I wish I was that song. The whole night she stays exactly where she is and where she should be: the middle of the dance floor. There's something totally mesmerizing about her and I'm more than intrigued by this raven haired beauty. The rest of the night I do what I'm here to do, but my eyes never leave her …. We're about to close up when she gets to the bar, downs the rest of her drink and stops to say something to Henri. He leans in to whisper in her ear and I can't help but be a bit jealous. Why do gay men always get the hottest girls? I leave my thoughts when I hear them laugh and look in their direction. The girl ruffles her hands through her hair and glances at me over her shoulder, a smile plastered on her face that seems to lighten up the whole room. She winks at me and walks out of the club. My heart just missed a beat ….. oh god, I'm in trouble, big trouble! I shake my head and start the last song of the evening. When the music fades, I gather all my stuff and go to Henri, who's already waiting for me with a big grin on his face.

"What's the grin for Henri?"

"Oh you know why Erica Hahn" he says pointing his finger at me.

"Do I?" I raise my eyebrow to dare him.

"I'm sure you saw the gorgeous Latina"

I give him a quick peck on the cheeck and walk towards the door. "And what if I did?"

He chuckles and when I'm almost outside, he shouts "Her name is Callie"

I smile, Callie, I let her name roll of my tongue as I step into the darkness of the night. Well Callie hope to see you again soon …