Author's Note: Wow, the first chapter got more reviews then I thought I would get, I was hoping like... 4, lol.
Anyway I was awhile with this chapter because I wasn't sure what I wanted to do to it because I liked it as a one shot. But I had an idea in mind for it, and I was awhile because I wanted it to be good read for you guys, and I hope you like it.
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"Mi Angel! Benica!" Alejandro cooed in Spanish as soon as he saw Heather enter his hospital room. She took a seat next to him by his bed. Alejandro frowned at the distance and forced his injured body up, grabbed her from her chair, and pulled her up by his side on the mattress to lay with him.
"Alejandro! This is so against the rules!" Heather squealed. She was the only girl he knew of that could sound angry while blushing. It was adorable but Heather would kill him if he ever said that out-loud. So he kept it to himself smirking satisfactorily while Heather tried to back herself away from him. But he was insistent, his arms unmovable. He was the only person she knew of that wasn't scared to go against her. It both aggravated her and fascinated her at the same time.
He laughed at her, "So the great Heather is now scared of what some nurse has to say?" He asked sarcastically and then chuckeled some more.
"As if." Heather said proving it by getting comfortable next to him... "So, when are you going to be able to leave this dump?" Heather said spitefully looking around the hospital room. She made it be known she hated hospitals; the smell, the sick people. Just. Gross.
"Doctor el stupido, says I have more skin grafting to do on the areas where the cast are off and on my back. That will take two weeks to heal from. But my bones are healed, and most of my skin too. He got me some kind of ointment to help it heal and get rid of the skin discoloration. But nothing he can do about this friggin scar." Alejandro said pointing to the fleshy scar on his cheek with malice.
"It's not that bad. It actually suites your personality. Now all you need is a white cat in your lap." Heather enjoyed herself laughing but then stopped when she saw his unamused face.
Alejandro scowled, "You don't see Jose walking around with a big ugly scar now do you?"
Heather rolled her eyes, "I've had an experience or two with an evil sibling. But you don't see me talking about them every five minutes. What's up with you and Jose?"
Alejandro looked at her and when he saw her face he realized it would be best just to tell her instead of her getting spucious and trying to find for herself. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her body closely trying to find comfort of being close to her before delving in to something he didn't want to talk about. And holding Heather did bring him peace. Her sweet scent soothed him and her warmth put him at ease. But... he always found everything about Heather perfect. "Jose is my older brother. When I was younger, you know, I used to look up to him because he was so good at everything. That just made him tease me more. He'd beat me up, embarrass me around my friends and girls, place blame on me about pranks he preformed, belittle me, force himself to beat me at everything. Better grades, better futbol player, our parents always favored him, and he even always has more chicas than me!"
"Well the last part shouldn't matter to you anymore now." Heather said, jealousy not hidden well with her arms folded, and a prominent scowl on her face as she moved away from him.
Alejandro smiled at her jealous frown and said, "Heather, you should know by now it doesn't, una buena chica is better than mucho estupidos."
Heather offered a little smile in-spite of herself, "So that's it? You're just jealous of Jose?" Heather asked curiously, a little surprised. Alejandro was never one she would think to be jealous of anyone.
Alejandro put his heavy arms around her once more and tightened his hold as he spoke, "Jose... he's...? Let's just say, if he was the one on the volcano with you that night, you'd be in the one to end up in the hospital... And he wouldn't visit you either."
They were both sat silent for a moment until then the door popped open with a loud, "HEY Al!"
Alejandro flinched as soon as he heard that voice he knew so well and that nick name he despised, "Jose?" He asked grimly then uttered, "Mama?" much more favorably. "What are you two doing here?" Alejandro asked surprised and thankful he finally had some visitors.
Alejandro's mother looked down disapprovingly at her son and the new girl together, but wasn't that surprised, it was HER son after-all, (he has been a ladies' man since leaving her womb), "To surprise you nino!" She exclaimed happily reaching down over the small bed to place a kiss the side of his head, while effectively giving Heather a shove with a push of her shoulder, out of the way, accidentally of course.
Yes. Al's mother had seen the final episode.
Oh, yes, she had.
Coincidentally, she wasn't the greatest Heather fan.
"Where's papi, and Carlos?" Alejandro asked curiously, not noticing his Heather had fallen down, lime green orbs focused on his new visitors.
"Tu padre had some diplomatic affair to attend too. And your brother is doing some ad for Nike with a Cristiano Ronaldo guy or some friend of his team." Alejandro's mother said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "But I just had to see you sweety!" Alejandro's mother cooed lovingly and her other son let out a loud groan from across the room.
Heather had gotten up off the floor and was brushing herself off of any dirt a scowl on her face. Alejandro reached a hand out and held her delicate one in his with a look joy, "Me madre, this isme chica, Heather." Alejandro introduced the young lady adoringly to his mother, putting a small smile back on Heather's face and making a blush appear there also.
Alejando's madre, Paloma, stood stick straight, her arms crossed and a deep frown on her tan, perfectly made up face.
Her son had never stuck with any girl long enough for any of them to be considered a "girlfriend". She couldn't even remember him introducing any one in particular to her.
And his emerald green eyes were all, she couldn't place a finger on it but it was some kind of far away, dazed look she never seen him have. His eyes were always so intent and focused.
Paloma was frustrated, out of all the girls in the world Alejandro could have, he had to choose the most selfish, self-serving, manipulative one out of all of them?
Then and again, maybe it would be good for him to actually have a real girlfriend. Even if it was the girl with the tiny shorts and skimpy top. Since Paloma had seen the show, she also knew there was nothing she could say or do to make his devotion to her any less.
Alejandro was bull headed, like his father, the reason she given him that silver necklace he always wore. And when Burromuerto men were being stubborn, nothing could budge them.
So Paloma forced a smilie and said she was happy, "... she's a pretty chica, me hijo," Finding a compliment to say that was true so it would be easier to let out. Alejandro's mother didn't posess the same skills of lying that her husband and her sons had.
"She is isn't she," Alejandro said not looking at his mother any longer but Heather, getting that gone away gaze in is eyes as he stared at his angel. The look was so familiar, then Paloma's mouth opened as she recognized that look, that was the way her husband would look at her!
It was worse then she thought!
"Ma, when did you get that necklace?" Alejandro observed curiously, and Paloma realized more time had pass then she thought.
His mother smiled while smoothing her straight, light brown skirt down and her creme colored, ruffled blouse buttoned to the top. After all, a diplomat's wife aways has to look professional along with stylish. Before she fingered the yellow gold necklace with her birth stone cut into a heart with her perfect manicured light pink nails.
"Oh, Ignacio got it for me for our 20th anniversary."
Alejandro nodded while thinking. His father was an attractive (it ran in the family) diplomat. He could have married a younger lady like his fellow diplomats after all these years, or he could have flirted and laid down with plentiful women on the road traveling. But while Ignacio was conniving and devious sometimes giving a flirty wink to the lonely women for votes. Ignacio never strayed from his vows. His papi was still in love with his wife the same amount as years before when the were first married. His son could never understand it? There were so many senoritas in the world Alejandro figured, why settle for just one? Now as Alejandro looked at Heather with his heart racing, he realized he was just like him.
Alejandro, the lady's man.
Alejandro, the heart-breaker.
Had somehow transformed into one of those men. The kind that pull out their wallet when nobody even asked to show them his wife and family proudly. The kind that drive the extra miles to pick up the brand she likes without complaint. The kind that showers her with gifts because of a stupid traditions like anniverseries. Even if he won the money, Alejandro would have shared it with Heather, and then bought her some kind of trinket to celebrate their victory.
His body injured body ached once again, why did she do it? It still hurt!
Then his amor brushed her small, lady-like hand absentmindedly against his bicep causing him to quiver and his attention to slip... Her hair looked so pretty down and grown out over her shoulder blades. It was so shinny and silky-
The door opened knocking him out of his love daze, "Mr. Burromuerto? Sorry, but your guest will have to leave for now. I have to check those burns."
"What, Scarface still has more burns to go?" Asked Jose from across the room using a new nick-name he made up for Alejandro since the prominent scar on Alejandro's face. He scowled not liking this nickname any better.
"I have to cut the burnt skin on his back and areas like the leg where the cast are off now. And get him prepared for skin grafting surgery." The gray haired doctor explained, "Hospital rules are nobody can be here while I do the procedure."
"Are you sure doctor? Have I mentioned we are the Burromuetos? We have a wing of the hospital named after us!" Paloma said.
Wow, thought Heather, Alejandro's family did have a lot of influence, maybe he was right, they could have ruled the world together. She had been so dumb and near-sighted.
"I know. Alejandro and his father have mentioned it often." The doctor involuntary shuddered as he remembered Alejandro's father telling him who exactly they were, a muy importante diplomático, and then his fluent use of Spanish curses words threatening him if he were to mess up anything when his son first entered the hospital. The doctor cleared his throat, "But I can not break the hospital rules."
Paloma sighed and then her phone rang, "Hola?... Si?... But I'm visiting Alejandro right now... Ok, fine."
She kissed her youngest son on the forehead, "I have to leave now sweetie. But I'll see you soon. Te quiero." She was about to walk away after saying alittle longer of a good-bye to Jose, but she turned back to Heather, "I'll be seeing you too, Heather." With not so much of a smilie.
Jose smirked wickidly, "Hey I'm free all day, mi hermano!"
"Bueno," Alejandro said back sarcastically.
Heather frowned knowing she had to leave his side and wouldn't get her way this time. She reached down meaning to give him a small peck but Aejandro pushed his tongue in kissing her intensely which left Heather a little dazed and everyone else uncomfortable.
"Jose. Please. Not Heather." Alejandro said in a deep Spanish accent, it was between a plea and a demand. Alejandro wasn't liking the idea of not being in contol of the situation outside of his room between them, without his mom even around.
Jose mock slautted then went on his way to find Heather.
Jose spent about an hour trying to reach her. He didn't know where that chica could have went or why. Finally Jose was out of breath and decided just to return to sit diown by Al's hospital room.
Al's chica was sitting in a chair right outside his door sipping diet Coke and eating a small bag of Sunchips.
"Where," Deep breaths, "Were you?"
Heather shrugged, showing him her drink, "Soda machine, downstairs." She stated like it was obvious.
Jose ignored the sarcasm, "Wow, me hermano is already threatening the doctor, great catch,si?"
His girlfriend looked in the window and there was Alejandro laying on his back letting out what looked like rapid Spanish threats and curses to the doctor.
Heather sighed dreamily, "He's just so perfect."
Jose raised a perfectly arched brow. Usually whenever Al let down his gentleman act, the girls would shriek when they found out how connieving he was. But this one was different it would be harder to crack her.
"So did you see that nurse and Al together?" Jose let out a low whistle, trying another tactic.
Harder, being the key word, not impossible.
"What?" Heather said with a sharpe turn of her head towards him, her eyes casting daggers.
"Yeah-" He was cut off by Heather.
"It was the one with the brown hair and the big butt, right?"
"Si." He said inwardily raising an eyebrow. She was every bit the little minx that the show made her out to be.
Heather let out a loud shriek Jose was surprised the doctor and Alejandro didn't hear in the next room.
"Surely you can see then my brother doesn't deserve such a nice senorita."
Heather managed a sarcastic smile in spite of her rage. Really? Her, nice?
"You're too good for him. Beautiful." Jose complemented her leaning in.
Heather scrutinized Jose like she was prone to doing with anyone. Yep he was young, tan and handsome. Anyone with a half a brain could tell Alejandro and him were related. But Alejandro's eyes were the color of emerald and twinkled... No she thought, cutting herself off from that line of thinking.
Jose shared the same brown eyes as their mother. Jose's hair was different worn long and fashioned swept over his forehead like Zac Effron or Justin Beiber. He wore a blue polo shirt and tan khakis that looked pressed. He definitely tried too hard, unlike Alejandro.
Heather was a good person reader and this one struck her as the type of guy that looks innocent compared to Alejandro and his dark looks. He is the type of person that would fly under your radar as innocent, only to emerge and ruin your life.
That didn't make his eyes less hypnotizing or his face stop inclining towards her. And Heather was still mad at Alejandro for flirting with that skank. So she gently puckered her lips with her dazed grey eyes closing.
Heather felt the door being opened and her eye opened up more. She could almost feel Alejandro wide eyes on her and his brother watching them with wory as they were leaned in close to eachother. Before Alejandro or anybdy could reacct she made a quick conscious decision when she took a page out of her own handbook. It was almost a too easy one to make.
She kneed Alejandro's cold and manipulutive brother fast and hard in the groin. Then she flung hersef dramaticlly at Alejandro, tears in her eyes she made sure he saw.
Jose was attractive, but he was using her. Heather wasn't stupid. Alejandro was the better chioce, he actually loved her... and she loved him back. But she shivered thinking about how far it might have went if that door hadn't opened.
"Mierda!" Jose cussed and cursed in Spanish curling up in the floor and gritting his teeth. The gray haired doctor was quick to get out of the Hell out of the heated situation, side stepping the Hispanic boy on the floor and closing the door quickly behind him.
"He-he tried to kiss me, a-and he told me you cheated on me with some nurse!" Heather cried as Alejandro protectively and possessively wrapped sore arms around her and Heather placed her head on his shoulder his hands racked her back trying his best to comfort her and at the same time wanting to murder that gilipolla.
"Por que? Heather?" Alejandro asked his brother why, anger filled his words, but there was deep hurt there also.
This much pain he was feeling might be up there with the lava incident. Jose was his older brother. And as such Alejandro should be be able to trust him. Depend on him. Know deep down somewhere in his soul Jose loved him. But his brother had always been out to get him ever since he was little. Jose's only mission in life was to ruin his. "You could have any girl in the world! I ask you please, just this one time, leave this one alone, just leave Heather alone! You done this before and I didn't care about the other girls. But Heather... why?" His hands were raised in anger momentarily forgetting about holding Heather.
Jose didn't even bother getting up, he smirked at the pair on the floor at him, confessing with no shame, "She was your's. Y Heather es una muy punta caliente." He said then whisteled and laughed.
Alejandro's sore arm hit the coffee table next to him, producing a loud bang, causing everyone there to shake. His fierce reaction surprised both Heather and Jose thy didn't know he had much strength left in him while in his hospital gown and recovering from surgrey. "Get. Out. Jose. Now!" Alejandro screamed rage bubbled up inside him spilling out in his words. Only wishing he could exact at-least one of the several revenge plans he was plotting.
Jose's light brown deceptive eye's furrowed, he stared sharply at his younger brother, his mouth twisted into a sick menacing grin. Heather could understand now why Alejandro could hate him so much. He was even worse then her and him put together.
Which she didn't know could be possible.
Jose hissed, "What baby brother Al? Afraid what I would have done to the punta if the door hadn't-"
"Out Jose! And I swear to God, if you lay another finger on her, I'll cut it off and feed it to you!" Alejandro was too full of rage to bother with any translations, his words coming out all together in his native tongue as he sat up pointing a finger at him.
Alejandro felt worse then ever; lying restrained in the small hospital bed, not being able to kill Jose. His cheast heaved in anger, all over his skin felt like it was on fire with rage, his hands were even shaking. He balled up his fist, causing Heather's halter which he'd been touching, to squeeze her, she backed away startled. He remembered she was there, still upset, he tried to comfort her by running his hands over the sides of her hips. Heather calmed down slowly and gazed up at Alejandro's emerald eyes with her own gray determinate ones, "Alejandro, don't be too mad at Jose. After-all, he just unknowingly helped our relationship." Heather looked smug as she said this her lips turned up in amusement.
"Que?" Both brothers asked in the same instant. The young girl explained, "I knew you were hesitant to trust me, Alejandro, after what took place in Hawaii. And I never had the opprotunity to prove I wouldn't betray you. Jose gave us that chance. So now you see you can depend on me and can trust our relationship will last through anything!'
It as miraculous how this girl could effect him like no one else could. Alejandro could be in the darkest imaginable one instant; then Heather could say something and make him feel like he was floating on a cloud. No matter what the circumstances, Heather was his medicine, without her he would feel miserable and desperate. He felt instantly better; his heart swelled and he showed a rare genuine smile. Alejandro settled Heather against his body. He loved the way she felt next to him feminine, soft, light. "Me ceielo. Te adoro." Then he uttered a Spanish love phrase he once heard his father tell his mother. One he thought he'd never tell anyone, "Usted es la fuente de mi ser."
"What does that mean?" Heather asked sitting up to look up at him curiously.
"My heaven. I adore you. You are the foundation of my being." Alejandro translated tucking a loose stand of hair behind her ear.
Jose gagged from across the room, "It'll be my pleasure to leave. All this love meirda is making me sick!" He looked back at Jose with a snear, "I'll be seeing you around, abd your little chica." Jose said in Spanish so Heather didn't understand, he winked at Alejandro, then whistled closing the door behind him.
"He'll get what's coming to him." Alejandro promised, "In a few weeks he'll see, you don't mess with my novia."
Heather nodded, looking forward to putting that low-life in his place. "He told me you flirted with a nurse." She let him know frowning.
Alejandro paled, "No, no me amor, I wouldn't ever do that to you. There's only you!" Alejandro assured her, his voice pleading with her to not loose faith in him, taking her in his arms close and tight.
Heather bit her lip and nodded wrapping her arms around him and kept nodding into his shoulder, "Now I do." She affirmed.
Alejandro loosened his grip around her brought her forward before him to kiss her forehead gently. Loving that his angel was too smart to fall for Jose's act unlike the other girls, "Just another reason to get back at that bastard." He spoke angrily and Heather agreed, whole heartily, her gray eyes getting an evil twinkle in them; Alejandro's green eyes twinkled back wickidly. It was practically "their thing" now.
Alejandro's back stiffened knowing there was one last thing, "You-you wouldn't have kissed him would you; if the door hadn't opened?"
"Ofcourse not!" Heather shouted defensively, then crossed her arms, she lifted up a pointy chin away from him. Like she was appalled that he would even suggest it trying to look as innocent as possible.
Alejandro's heart calmed down and he let out a relieved sigh. His calculating, supicous mind not catching up before his heart for once.
Because he needed to believe her.
He needed her to be telling the truth to him.
Shivers went up and down his spine as he pressed soft lips urgently to his amor.
A/N: Ugh, to be honest, I like this one even worse then the last.
The plot was alright but I hated the execution, no matter how much I worked on it.
Um, someone review anyway?