Hi! I saw Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights ages ago like back in 2005 but I never got around to writing a fic about it. So yeah…this is my first Dirty Dancing fic. Hope you all like it! ;)
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The room was in shadow. Shelves of books lined the cream coloured walls. There were books and books and more books. On the wooden desk were papers of all sorts. Application sheets for American Colleges, acceptance letters from American Colleges and other bits and pieces.
On the white laced bed sat a girl of around eighteen years old with curly blonde hair, snow-white skin and blue-green eyes. She sat still, like a pretty young statue, not moving, not speaking, not doing anything. She just stared at the wall in front of her, lost in her own thoughts.
And what thoughts they were! An air of misery surrounded her, like she had lost something. Something she could never get back, that she would never see again…those dark brown eyes loomed out at her through the darkness…
Suddenly the door burst open and Katey Miller was thrown into a golden light and she shielded her eyes as the glow made them sting. A could make out a shadow in her doorway.
"Katey! What are you doing in the dark?" Jeannie came in and pulled back the curtains and Katey felt the familiar heaviness inside her weight her down. The comforting darkness helped her; somewhere where not much can be seen; it had become her savior, because her savior wasn't her.
He was still in Cuba; in Havana.
She silently watched her mother walk over to her desk and pick but one of the papers on top of her desk. Her eyes skimmed the letter and they widened in excitement and surprise.
"Katey!" she cried joyfully, "You got in Radcliffe?! Why didn't you tell your father or me? Oh Katey, this is wonderful! It's what you've always dreamed of!"
If Jeannie had not been in the room Katey would have burst into tears. She didn't want to go to Radcliffe anymore! Didn't anyone see that?! She wanted to go back to Havana; back to him. She hadn't said Javier's name since she left Havana, not out loud, not silently. She didn't think she could bear it.
"We need to celebrate!" gushed her mother, her eyes sparkling, "Oh wait until your father gets home from work! He'll be so proud of you Honey!"
"I-I don't want to make a fuss," said Katey, "It's nothing-"
"Nothing? But Katey, this is always what you've wanted! It's your dream," said Jeannie
Katey remained silent. She knew what she wanted to say. She had said it to Javier once, regarding her change in dreams. But she highly doubted that her parents would have the same understanding as he did.
"Oh Katey," said Jeannie softly, "I know your hurting, I understand. But you're never going to see him again, you have to understand that. You understand how a communist government works. Cuba is not allowing any contact from the outside world. You have to move on with your life sweetie."
Again Katey said nothing. She felt Jeannie's hands on her shoulders but she moved away from them. They brought her no more comfort. Nothing in this place; this room, this house; this country; this old world brought her comfort.
She heard her mother sigh and walk to the door, "Dinner will be in an hour sweetheart. We can discuses your college plans then."
Jeannie walked away and Katey was left alone.
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AN: all the dialogue is said in Spanish.
"Javi!" called a middle aged women, "Come get Rafael!"
An eighteen-year old boy looked up from the box he was helping his grandfather unpack. His deep brown eyes rested in the direction of his mother, sister and nephew. His face held a sweet boyish attractiveness to it to his light olive skin. He wasn't as dark as the rest of his family; his Cuban skin was a lighter shade. His dark hair was messy and it flopped down against his forehead.
The Suarez household was in a loud chaos again. His mother stood at the sink washing clothes as his sister attempted in helping but just cause things worse.
His nephew, Rafael, was grabbing hold of his grandmother's shirt pulling at it and crying out. Javier came forward and pick up the toddler and detached him from his grandmother's shirt.
Not much had changed since the Revolution had begun. Castro had taken control of the government and now they were living as free Cubans. As their own nation. Javier felt guilty whenever he caught himself sometimes wishing that Batista was back as president. That would mean Katey would never have left.
Carlos came into the kitchen and Javier turned to him, "Here, take your son. I've still got to unpack these boxes."
"And I'm unpacking boxes too Javi," Carlos walked away from him as Javier glared at his retreating back. Carlos might be pleased about the Revolution but he was still slack in almost everything he did.
Javier sighed and decided he'd finished his work when his nephew and sister were asleep. Javier didn't sleep much anymore. His dreams were haunted by a blonde American girl. He would wake in the middle of the night sometimes drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, Kathy Miller's white smiling face still in his mind's eye.
How he missed her! It had been two months since she had left Cuba; left him to stay here and be plagued by painful memories whenever he went. Everywhere reminding him of what he had once had; what he could have had.
Javier sat down at the table and placed Rafael on his knee. Carlos came to sit next to him and he stretched. Rafael wiggled in Javier's lap and reached in the direction of his father.
"See," said Javier coolly, "He wants you and you ignore him."
Carlos glared at Javier and took his son from his brother just as their little sister came over to them. He sat down on Javier's other side and remained silent for a moment before she turned her eyes to Javier.
"Javi," she said sweetly, "Where is the American girl gone?"
Both Javier and Carlos snapped their heads around to look at Chabe. Her innocent little smile was in place, not knowing how her words had affected both her brothers. Carlos glanced rather angrily at Javier who looked away from Chabe.
"She's gone back home," said Javier, hiding the bitterness from his voice, "Back to America."
Chabe's face fell, "Oh, but I liked her. She was so pretty. I liked her hair colour it was so nice and beautiful. Did you like it Javi?"
Carlos smirked slightly at Chabe knowing full well that the girl's intentions of bring up Katey was not to upset Javier, she was just merely curious, as a child would be.
"Yes," said Javier quietly
Chabe watched Javier her innocent eyes glowed slightly, but said nothing more. Javier hated it when his sister looked at him like that. She might be only a child, but the way she watched you it was as if she knew it all, as if she could see into every aspects of your soul. It was like she could see Javier's heart was bleed and slowly dying.
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Wait for me, wait for me, wait for me
The voice rolled over and over in her head. The voice was boyish, dipped in a Cuban accent that made her skin tingle in a strange but wonderful way.
Wait for me
They were the last words he had said to her. Perhaps the last words he could ever say to her. But for how long could Katey Miller wait for Javier Suarez? A month? A year? 10 years? Maybe 20? Should she move on? It was clear she was never going to get back to Cuba and he was never to come to America.
She was torn between wanting to move on and the guilt of leaving Javier, someone she loved! What was she thinking? How could she just move on? How could-
Suddenly Katey was hit by a wavy of nausea. Sitting bolt up she ran to the bathroom and vomited into the sink. She gripped the edge of the basin for dear life, her knuckles turned white and her fingernails drug into the porcine basin.
It had been like almost every morning for the last two weeks. At first Katey thought she had gastro, but when it only came in the morning and she'd be fine for the rest of the day she began to be suspicious.
And scared.
Could she be?
No, she reassured herself, it was only one night.
But then again…she felt her chest grip tightly. Pregnant? Oh God…she'd be in for it then. She remembered the way her mother had reacted when she'd danced with Javier at the Dance Competition back in Cuba!
Did she not say to Katey she could not approve of her and Javier on Christmas morning? Yet she had understood that Katey loved Javier. Maybe her mother would understand if she was pregnant too? She was sure her father would, he was the one to see more of reason while her mother could usually blow up before being allowed a justification.
But she could just be making a fuss for nothing. Yes, she decided. Do not stress over this until there is proof. Instantly she felt a little better about the situation. She would get a pregnancy test and see the results and then she would work from there.
No need to worry, everything would be fine.
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(AN: All dialogue is in Spanish again)
"Javi!" barked Carlos, starling his younger brother out of his trance, "Get back to work!"
Javier sat up straight and returned to fixing the bolts of some of the cars. He still worked in the garage with Carlos and his friends. No matter what Carlos said, Javier knew that the Revolution did not improve their living conditions by much. If anything more people were out of work from not have their old jobs working for the non-Cubans.
"Daydreaming again are we little Javi," smirked one of Carlos' friends, "Not dreaming about the American are we? That was quite a show you both put on in here. You remember Javi?"
Javier ignored him as the others laughed. However he knew better, these basterds had never seen him and Katey dance and if they had they wouldn't have said a word about her.
"Enough," snapped Carlos sudden. Javier looked up at him in surprise, other then Javier he was the only one not laughing, "The American you speak of was the Queen of La Rosa Negra. There are many who would defend her."
At this the other men stopped laughing and Javier smirked in satisfaction. But he was surprised, Carlos defending an American?! Now that was not normal, especially when that American was dating his younger brother.
The other Cubans went off in their own directions to finish their work and Carlos looked over at Javier who was staring at him in slight shock. Javier looked away and said to him, "You defended her."
"And?" replied Carlos.
Javier laughed, "Are you ill Carlos? You…defending an American?"
"She's yours isn't she?" snapped Carlos, "I was simply helping you out Javi. It's not as if I didn't know how you fell. I saw the way you looked at her, even before that dance contest business started. The night you danced with her at La Rosa Negra when she came in with that gringo, I saw the way you looked at her. I'm not stupid Javi, I knew she had caught your attention. And even now you miss her; I see it in your attitude Javier. You love her."
Javier stared at Carlos in silence. Partly from shock at the truthfulness of Carlos's speech and partly because he didn't really know what to say in response. Carlos also said no more and moved away from Javier, leaving the boy to drown in his thoughts.
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Oh God…am I going to get it…
Katey Miller sat on the bath bench staring at the pregnancy test in her hand. This was not good; not good at all. All her hopes of not being pregnant were washed from her mind as she stared at the test in her hand. It confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. And if her calculations were correct she was about two and a half months.
She knew something had to be done. Should she tell her parents? Should she leave home without them knowing and go to a shelter home, somewhere were she wouldn't have to face them? Should she maybe have an abortion?
No, she told herself that was out of the question.
Firstly she didn't believe in abortions. Secondly, she felt a great protectiveness of the life growing inside her. It was Javier's child. Having his child felt like she still had a part of him with her and that gave her strength more then anything. Yes, she would keep the baby. But where to go from there?
She had to tell someone. But who? She didn't really have many friends at school. She hadn't told them anything about Javier or her life in Cuba. She didn't talk about it and they didn't ask. She guessed they thought she had 'scary' experiences when the Revolution came and she was almost raped to death by wild Cubans or something stupid like that. Those were the things that were circulating through society these days about the Cuban Revolution.
Telling her parents was out of the question. Well just for now. The only person she felt she could talk to now was her sister. Suzy would understand, or she hoped. She had been thrilled about her and Javier and even more thrilled when Katey told her about how much she loved Javier.
Suzy was one of those romantic girls who thought boys like Javier was every girl's dream and Katey could not argue with her there. But she hoped she could trust Suzy and not have to worry about her saying anything about this to anyone.
Hiding the pregnancy test up her sleeve of her cardigan she headed to Suzy's room and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal the younger blonde girl and she smiled at the sight of her sister.
"Katey!" she cried, "Nice to see you! I see you've come out of your hideout."
Suzy had began a joke of calling Katey's room the 'hideout' because Katey hardly came out of her room anymore, expect to eat and go to the bathroom.
"Oh Ha Ha. I need to talk to you," said Katey and Suzy ushered her into her room. Unlike Katey's room that was usually in darkness these days Suzy's room was bright and colourful, all the aspects of a girly-girl evident in her room.
"So," said Suzy shutting the door behind her sister, "What's up?"
Katey turned to Suzy and pulled the test from under her sleeve and handed it to Suzy not saying a word and watching the younger girl anxiously. She watched Suzy's eyes widen in shock and she slowly moved her gaze from the test to Katey then back to the test.
She was speechless. She opened her mouth and when no sound came out she closed it again. She looked like a fish out of water.
"Su what am I doing to do?" said Katey. She sat down on Suzy's purple bed cover, "Please help."
"Y-Your p-p-pregnant," stuttered Suzy, stating the seeming obvious. She looked back down at the test and took a deep breath, "Wow, Kathy that a shock…ummm…is a congregations in order?"
She gave a nervous laugh as Katey said nothing. The two girls stared at each other for a moment before Suzy spoke again, "How far are you?"
"Just under two and a half months," said Katey.
Suzy's eyes widened suddenly as if she finally understood, "its Javier's isn't it?! Oh Katey!"
As if she had been strung back into life again she ran over to her sister and hugged her. Katey felt the familiar sting in her eyes and nose and her throat tightened. Why was it that Suzy's hugs always nearly made her cry when she was upset?
The barrier in her eyes broke and tears began to stream down her face. She had lost count of the times she had cried herself to sleep or just cried when the thought of Javier and all she had to leave behind caught up with her.
"Shhh," whispered Suzy, "It's okay. Everything is going to be okay."
"No," said Katey pulling out of her sister's embrace, "It's not Su. Nothing is going to be okay. Mum and Dad are going to kill me, especially mum. Javier will never know that he's has a child. My baby will never meet its real father. Nothing is going to be okay, it's all a complete mess."
"Let me talk to dad," said Suzy, "I'll talk to him tonight, when mum isn't around and ask him to talk to you before he speaks to mum. Your dad's favourite! He will hear you out before he takes any action, you know what."
"You would do that?" Katey looked at Suzy with red and swollen eyes. Suzy gave Katey one of her 'are you kidding me?' looks.
"Of course! You're my sister!" cried Suzy rolling her eyes, "but let's not think about that at the moment. Katey you're going to have a baby, your going to be a mother! I'm going to be an aunt! Oh this is so exciting!"
Suzy squealed in joy and hugged Katey again. Katey gave a tearful laugh; she could feel the electric excitement through the air. Trust Suzy to see the good side of a terrifying situation. But it was defiantly a comfort to her to hear Suzy gush on about names for if it was a boy or girl and this helped Katey think about something other then the fact that she could be murdered by this evening.
But she did feel a little better; she wiped her eyes and smiled despite the situation. Yes, she had to be strong, not just for herself but for Javier's baby.
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