Hey guys !
Who would imagine me writing an A/U fanfic ? Haha, anyway...
I want to dedicate this fanfic to Ana Beatriz, an Amber's Angel who asked me to write it and gave me all the ideas and etc. Bea, I hope you enjoy it and I hope as well everyone enjoy the story ...
I'll be posting once a week due to the time that I'm in college. So I'll try to post for you every weekend ... If anything happens I'll let you know in advance.
Have a good reading!
Noises of high heels hitting the floor. It was the only thing which has been heard in the elegant na empty corridor on the 5th floor of that commercial building. A short woman with black skin and thick legs walked slightly on the blue oil carpet that was unable to muffle the sound of their shoes and, with this, denounced their arrival. She passed by a pot of plants and began to parade in front of all the glass walls which showed her what was happening in the main room of that law firm. Some interns and secretaries - mostly men - were there and sometimes it was possible to see the boy's division. As always these boys did not merely and turned their necks in order to keep up with every curve of the body of the woman that was walking outsideAfter a few seconds she took off her sunglasses and, with determination, she opened the door and heard the sound of a bell.
- This bell spoils increasingly my days. - She complained looking up and facing the small object. She rolled her eyes and began to walk through the great room.
While she passed over the first tables, dropped her customary 'good morning' accompanied by her most famous naive, provocative and charming smile. That makes any man crazy, and she knew it. She loved being in power, it was pleasant ... and then she walked a little more responding the lengths and praise that received up and saw new women there. She was happy and smiled. Since the beginning of the college, she realized how "anti-feminist" it was this profession. It was good to see that things were changing in appearance over time.
- Good morning love of my life.
This was Arthur. Her old friend. They met at the beginning of the college when he failed in some subjects which ones she went very well. Theysat once to study together and since then don't separated from eachother. They created a beautiful friendship - yes, just a friendship - and helped one to another until they reach where they were. They were the best lawyers in the region, nobody could deny. Although the entire staff of that agency was absolutely excellent, the two of them excelled in a unbelievable way.
Arthur always played ambiguous jokes. Nothing very naughty, but sometimes left her with doubts ... He has been always like that. Always acting as his best friend, but at the time of their relapses made lots of statements that she did not take so seriously – perhaps not to destroy the friendship, or never knew how seriously he was or even because she was not interested at all..
- Good morning ! - She said excited seeing her friend carrying a cardboard box full of decorative articles. - Artie, are you doing a clean office in full Monday morning ? – She held back a laugh.
- Don't judge me, at least I do it. - He provoked her knowing how lazy she was to put the shelves of their bookshelves in order and get rid of old invalid papers. Smiled victoriously.
- You won't steal my patience just at eight in the morning on a Monday. - Answered him calmly and turned his body over the heels. - I'll see you then. - She said back and resuming the path to her living room.
As soon as she opened the door and entered to the room, she inspired the slight smell of lavender and smiled. Every time she put her feet there she remembered her mother and was mentally grateful, for have earned a flavoring so magical. It makes her remained a little calm and relaxed, even stressed at the end of the day.
Threw her bag in one of the two rustic chairs that stood in front of her spacious and extremely mess table . After sliding her fingers - slowly - by the arm of that chair began to gaze at a wooden board which was at the front of their mess.
Mercedes J. These were the letters recorded in that small wood stake that revealed his name. She kept her body tilted and one of the elbows were forcing on the table. Her chin was resting on one of her hands and she was smiling slightly. She never liked her own name but had learned to live with it. 'Which girl had the same name as a mark of expensive cars?' This was the rhetoric more common in her mind in the middle of her five to ten years old. When she met her first best childhood friends,she received several smoochy nicknames and discovered that she felt no anger of her parents because they had baptized like that. There were one more thing that annoyed her, her last name: Jones. Could a child have two names so strong ? Oh God, this was a tremendous injustice. However, two years later, when she discovered the diva that behind her skin and the enormous desire to follow the footsteps of Aretha Franklin and Whitney Houston, thought that a singer of respect, took with herself a full name as strong as she.
To seventeen, was kissed for the first time. She could describe the feeling as being so magical as sing for various people after accepting his first Grammy Award. Months after began dating the same boy that brought her that wonderful feeling. Anthony was his name, was part of the football team and loved when Mercedes sang especially for him and felt shy when he kissed her in public. Six months have passed and he became a little ... possessive. They fighted and separated for the first time. Returned two months later, after a party. This time Mercedes thought it was true. and it really was. Although they argue all the time, it lasted a year and three months. This was when, after an argue between them at one of those illegal parties that teenagers do at home without their parents' permission, Mercedes tried him on the upper floor of the house and saw him kissing one of the cheerio leader on the bed. It was the edge and she went out running. Quinn, her best friend at the time, ran, couldn't reach her.
After that day Mercedes cried like a child. She had had lost her first love and was not willing to fight to get it back. He didn't deserve. Henceforward she would focus only on her bigget passion: music.
- If this world weren't so unfair ... - She thought with her voice referring to the career of singer that she couldn't follow.
Raised her body and tidied up her skirt which was wrinkled on thighs. Took the purse in a quick movement and walked around her futuristic desk. Finally she sat down on her chair and alit the bag on the table. She sighed.
- But I'm happy now. - Said smiling and admiring every millimeter of that office.
The morning passed quickly. She didn't meet any customer either had to attend with urgency in a court to defend any careless soul that was about to receive a beautiful commercial prejudice. She had already gotten rid of her high heels and remained so concentrated in some reports that neither felt his stomach give sign of life.
- Damn it, it's almost two o'clock. – She complained with herself when, with glance, noticed the clock. – Come in ! - responded to someone who battery musically, with the bones of the fingers, on the door. She already knew that was Artie. Only he did this.
- The lady is not eating anymore ? - Asked resting on the door. - I've been waiting for you for more than half an hour.
- Oh, sorry. – She removed the glasses and departed from the paper. - I was just too much concentrated on this.
- As always ... – He whispered.
- Let me put my shoes - lowered her body to achieve them – and pick up the bag. – Took it already standing and walked to her friend, but not before looking in a mirror that was there on the wall.
Artie laughed at all the posturing that the friend had resumed and rushed her. She allowed herself to laugh too and took his arm, leading them to the outside of the agency. They waited for the elevator, and when they arrived on the ground floor were directed to Mercedes' car. The girl insisted on choosing a practical, but great restaurant.
This was the first chapter. Did u guy like it ? Please let me know your opinions in the reviews.
The fanfic isn't finished yet and this is the first time I write alternative universe, so any help is welcome (:
hanks guys and see y'all in the next chapter: *
