Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own anything regarding Dirty Dancing 2: Havana Nights. They belong to er…someone else. I'm just using them for my own entertainment purposes, so sue me.
Author's Note: Dirty Dancing 2: Havana Nights has been in theaters for just a short time so if you haven't see it yet—GO SEE IT!!! Stop reading this and go! Get to a theater NOW!! If you have, then you realize that the movie was left quite open-ended (like the first), which makes it perfect for fanfic writers the world over! Hurrah! In any case, this is how the tale completes itself in my mind. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter One
Mama cried at night. She thought we couldn't hear, but I could. Susie always slept like a log. I doubt she would have woken up for the revolution. Sometimes I wondered what Mama was crying about, but then I decided I didn't want to know. I had enough to deal with for the moment.
It was hotels again for a while before Daddy's business finally got back on its feet. Susie loved the hotel life. Everyone loves Susie, she makes friends when she goes to the supermarket. But I could tell she wasn't happy—-not happy in its sense of content. I don't think she'd made lasting friends in Havana. But she knew something was amiss with the family. If she didn't hear Mama cry at night, she sure heard me.
I knew it couldn't last. The moment he touched my skin, I shivered. I knew it was too good to be true. Back in the States, I tried not to torture myself with the image of his smiling brown eyes and strong arms. But more than knowing I would never again see him, was the not knowing. I wanted to know if he was alive, how his family was doing. Things were shaky and dangerous there; I couldn't get away from the fears. The revolution was all over the papers. Evening news dedicated its thickest hour to it and it was all Daddy's coworkers talked about. I wished we wouldn't have them over for dinner so often. Those were the nights Mama cried hardest.
Finally came the news that the company had reassigned Daddy to a "permanent" position with the plant in Norfolk. Wet, nautical Norfolk with funny accents and crowded with history and sailors. I couldn't wait until I got my acceptance letter from my school. Any school would do. I'd applied to Radcliffe, as everyone knew. It was really Mama's first choice, but I was willing to go anywhere that wasn't Norfolk and wouldn't remind me of Havana. I wanted to dive headfirst into my education, and leave that winter far behind me. But I'd filled out applications for Brown University to appease my father, as well as Mary Baldwin. I hid, like so many of us did those days, that my preference was Catham, an all-girls college tucked into Virginia. I didn't want to see couples holding hands all over campus. My wound was too fresh.
I began to wonder if he missed me. I would sit by my window and try my hardest to remember every detail of his face. I was afraid I'd begin to forget and that thought terrified me. It also terrified me that he might not be doing the same. I wished I could have total faith in him, but this was entirely new to me. I had never thought anyone could love me like he did. I never thought I could feel so completely free…
"Katey?" Susie asked softly. She broke my reverie gently. My head snapped to the sound of her voice. I was sitting on our window seat, one hand on the glass panes, trying to reach him.
"Mama said we're going out to dinner and to get dressed," Susie said, watching me carefully. She walked on eggshells around me. I don't know if she thought I'd hit her or burst into tears. Probably both. I hate not having control and the fact that I couldn't make this right—-or even blame something—-killed me inside.
"How soon?" I asked, thinking of my hair. I hadn't washed it yesterday and it hung limply around my face.
"Soon," Susie replied with a shrug. She turned away and took a seat at the vanity, brushing her own soft locks. Like Susie really needed any extra touch-ups. I sighed and swung my feet to the wood panels. Several boxes sat in the corner of our room. I had unpacked right away, of course, but Susie took her time. It was probably wise. With our luck, we'd be up and out of this house in another 5 months. And if they weren't, I sure would be…
"Is Daddy coming?" I asked opening the closet and staring at my clothes. My dance dresses were shoved to the back. Norfolk was warm but I didn't think those dresses would go over well with the general public.
"I think he's bringing his boss," Susie responded with a grimace. "Which means the wife and kids, too, I bet."
"Maybe he'll have a boy," I said, trying to lighten the mood. I sifted through my dresses, not feeling up to another company dinner.
"No doubt he'll be your age. Either that or twelve." Susie paused, watching me in the mirror. I pulled out my teal gown, the "square" one.
"Can I do your hair?" she asked meekly. I turned around from the closet, holding the dress in front of me. I gave her a tight smile.
"Sure."
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Short chapter, but I'm looking for feedback. If there's enough interest, I'll continue. If not, I'll chuck it and finish it in my own mind.
