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Chapter Dos-

Two Amigos Walk Into a Bar...

They weren't quite a Mariachi band. More like...two old friends making beautiful music together. But not everybody enjoyed their music. They hadn't gotten anywhere with their music ever since they started playing in the Santa Cecilia Square. Sure, they got a few tips whenever they played and sometimes a few gigs at bars and restaurants, but they never left town, which was their big dream. Even though they were quite the duo, they never could find their ticket out of Santa Cecilia. Ernesto, with his loud and powerful and even sometimes touching voice, was quite the man. His voice could make people feel things they never thought music could make them feel. And his looks were almost better. He had that strong jawline with those perfect teeth. And he had what some might say we're the most beautiful eyes know to man. They seemed to sparkle and dance while he sang his heart out. He was kind and he definitely had a charming way with words. How many girls fell for him? No one could count. But Ernesto was never interested. He was only interested in traveling the world and getting out of town.

Héctor, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. He was a scrawny fellow with shaggy dark hair. His eyes were constantly full of curiosity and mischief. Although he didn't have a way with words, he did have a talent of cheesy pickup lines, but his lyrics were definitely beautiful and well thought. You never would have thought these words would come from this troublesome man. But Héctor's hopeless romantic side of him always came out whenever he was song writing.

"Ay, Héctor," Ernesto sighed, slumping down onto the stairs of the small stage that stood in the center of the plaza. "I don't know how much more of this I can take. I just want to get out of this horrid city, but we're getting no where! We work our culos off all day and all we get is a pat on the back and maybe a bit of change from the pockets of people passing by."

"Ah, chin up, mi amigo." Héctor gently laid his guitar in its case and closed it up, clicking the locks together. "Things will get better. Our future is all in las manos de Dio. We have nothing to worry about. It may take time, but I'm sure we'll get there."

"Are you sure, amigo? We've been doing this for years now, it seems. Ever since we were, what? 13?" Ernesto asked.

Héctor looked up thoughtfully before opening his mouth to speak. "Actually, we were 12."

"That's even worse than 13. Do you see my point, amigo? We're never going to get big and famous."

"Relax, Ernesto. We were twelve. We were only just beginning to learn at that age. Now our head is more full with the knowledge of music. We just need to put our names out there, that's all."

"And how are we supposed to do that if we can't get out of this damned town?" Ernesto huffed.

"We'll find a way, mi amigo. We'll most certainly find a way."

Héctor gave Ernesto his signature, charming smile as he held out his hand towards Ernesto. He took Héctor's hand and was surprised that the scrawny man had the strength to pull him up to his feet.

"Now, vamanos. Let's go get a couple of drinks, eh?"

Ernesto sighed. "Oh, alright. But you're paying."

Héctor took off his straw hat and tipped it towards his best friend.

"It would be my pleasure, señor," Héctor spoke, giving him a wink.

"Oh, stop it," Ernesto chuckled. He pushed the guitarist away from him while the corners of his lips turned up into a smile.

"You always know how to make me smile, don't you mi amigo?" Ernesto said.

"Why, I've known you for so long. Of course I do. I've had the longest time to study you. We've practically been friends since birth!" Héctor replied. He placed his straw hat back on his head and tightened his grip on the handle of his guitar case. When it came to his best friend, he knew almost exactly every little thing about him. He knew all of Ernesto's secrets, along with every girl he had ever dated. He was there when Ernesto broke his arm by falling off his roof. He was the first person (who wasn't a family member) to see him cry. He supported this hombre and even worked his butt off to help Ernesto raise money for him to get singing lessons when they were younger. He knew what made him angry and he knew how to cheer him up in an instant. He knew Ernesto could be a very impatient and anxious guy, but Héctor was optimistic and always found ways to calm his best friend down. Even though they were different (like how Ernesto was the logical, good kid and Héctor was always the kid doing stupid things and getting in trouble), they still clicked together. They were almost like magnets. Inseparable. And they hardly got in fights. It was rare for them, because they focused on raising each other up instead of bringing each other down.

"Muchacho, when we get rich and famous, I will buy you a new hat. A nice Mariachi hat, not like that shredded straw hat you're wearing now." Ernesto flicked the hat and gave a small chuckle, shaking his head.

"Aw, but I just happen to love this hat, Ernesto. It's so wonderfully made and it was very expensive!" The guitarist joked. Ernesto shook his head with disbelief, though a smile still remained on his face.

It was about 4:00 in the afternoon and the boys were done playing for the day. As they headed over to the bar that stood outside of the plaza, they waited for the rush and crowd of people shopping in the market. There were the same people nearly every day, mostly the young women Ernesto and Héctor's age. Most of the girls sighed at how guapo Ernesto was and they gossiped among themselves. But the charming young man was so used to this, it was easy to ignore.

"Careful, muchacho," Héctor whispered over into Ernesto's ear. "That one group of girls is heading your way and it looks like nothing will stop them from reaching you."

"Should we run?" Ernesto whispered back. Héctor gave a solemn nod and at the same time, the two friends took off running in the opposite direction of the chicas loco. Ernesto ran almost as well as he sang. He looked like he was a trained marathon runner. It seemed as if he was perfect at everything that he did.

Meanwhile, Héctor ran like a limp noodle, his body practically taking control of him. He ran by the side of his amigo as the two of them tried to get lost in the crowd. Every once in a while, Ernesto would have vicious company like some love-crazy girls after him. They would do anything to just touch him. But it really made Ernesto very uncomfortable. He was afraid that they might climb all over him and hurt him. Or maybe they might try to tear off his clothes to keep as a possession or something. No, Ernesto wasn't famous. He was far from it. But he was a very handsome man and most of the girls his age knew of the great Ernesto and his looks that could kill.

"Did we lose them yet?" Ernesto hissed to Héctor. Héctor was almost too scared to look back, afraid that if he did, the crazy girls would be right on their tails.

But Héctor, being the good friend that he was, looked back behind them anyways.

"I think-I think they're g-"

And it was at that moment that Héctor felt the front part of his body ram into something. His head twisted back around as he tripped and tumbled to the ground. His guitar case went flying from his hand and it bounced on the ground, tumbling along with Héctor until he stopped. He was about to reach out to grab his guitar case until he saw what he had run into. Who he had run into.

Héctor's eyes grew wide like golf balls. He tried to speak and apologize, but no words came out of his mouth. He gasped and coughed for a few moments until, finally, he could spit out the words he needed to say.

"¡Lo siento, señorita!" Héctor exclaimed, scrambling to his feet. As he stood up, he held out his hand for the young chica. "Here, let me help you."

He was sweating like crazy, worried that this girl would slap him as soon as she was on her two feet.

But the girl didn't take Héctor's hand, nor did she look at him. She sat on the ground while rubbing her head and letting out a groan. Slowly, on her own, she got to her feet. It was then that she looked at the man in front of her. Her confused expression turned into an icy glare. Her brown eyes glowered with anger and even her hands set at her side were clenched into fists.

Héctor gulped, preparing for the smack of a life time. This woman was very angry. And Héctor had seen many angry woman in his life, but none of them looked as mad as this girl in front of him. She wasn't just angry. No. She was furious.

"Idiota!" The woman nearly screamed in his face. "Cabrón!"

"Ahora, señorita..." Héctor spoke calmly, slowly backing up away from the chica loco. He watched as she began to take off one of her shoes while hopping on her other foot for balance. Héctor gulped loudly, knowing all too well what was about to happen.

"You careless, idiotic, damn...CERDO!" She pulled off her shoe as she screamed the last word at him. Obviously this girl had a temper and Héctor did not want to get in her way. He knew he had to act. Fast. Without even thinking about it, Héctor dived for his guitar case. He rolled on the ground, scooped it up in his hand, and leapt to his feet, taking off and looking ahead of himself this time.

Héctor caught up with Ernesto in a matter of seconds. The man looked at his amigo by his side.

"Ay, what took you so long?" He wondered.

"I ran into some crazy muchacha who was about to give me the beating of a life time," the breathless Héctor explained. "But the girls-" he panted some more and slowed down to take in more gulps of breath. "The girls are gone."

Ernesto came to an abrupt stop. Both he and Héctor took in deep and shaky breaths, bending over with their hands on their knees. They had run as fast as they could for quite a few minutes by trying to lose the muchacho-crazy girls. It was a miracle that they even lost them.

"So, what about those drinks?" Ernesto panted, shifting his eyes over towards Héctor. Suddenly, Héctor bursted out laughing. His laugh was always very contagious to Ernesto, so of course his best friend joined in on the laughter. They laughed for a few seconds straight, picking their hunched over selves up. When they were done, Ernesto straightened out his clothes (because he was paranoid of his clothes looking crumpled, even though he had no girl to impress) and let out a content sigh.

"When was the last time I thanked you for being my friend?" Ernesto asked.

"Only about every other day," Héctor replied with a little half-grin. "But you do understand that sometimes it can be a lot of work to be your friend."

"I'm sure it is," Ernesto chuckled.

"You know, you should pay me for all this hard work," Héctor joked while jabbing Ernesto in the side with this elbow. Ernesto snorted.

"I think me singing your beautiful songs for you is as good of a payment for this friendship that you're going to get, eh amigo?"

Héctor let out a single "ha!" And shook his head. "You know very well I could do just fine without your gorgeous voice," he replied, lifting his head high.

"Maybe," his friend replied while shrugging his shoulders. "But that'd leave you to be a lonely musician."

"Ah, maybe you're right." Héctor turned to face Ernesto. "Maybe I should find myself another singer to sing my songs so I won't be so lonely."

The look of shock that came across Ernesto's face caused Héctor to start laughing again.

"I'm just kidding, mi amigo! How could I ever replace you or do anything without you? You're my other half. I'd be lost without you."

"I'm glad to hear that. You had me worried for a second there," Ernesto sighed with relief. Then he whacked Héctor's hat off of his head. "But don't ever say something like that again. You're way to convincing."

Héctor smirked at his best friend as he placed his hat back on his head. "Of course, Ernesto. You're my best friend, and no one could ever replace my best friend."

"Ay, and same for you Héctor. I would do anything for you. I would move Heaven and Earth for you."

"That's kind of you, Ernesto de la Cruz. Very considerate. But have you thought what that might do to all of the nature and animals if you moved the earth? You could change this whole environment, and we wouldn't want that!"

"I was trying to have an intimate moment with you, Héctor. And you ruined it with a joke." Ernesto crossed his arms.

"I know, I know. Lo siento. I am grateful for your kind words." Héctor placed his hand on Ernesto's shoulder. "I'm very lucky to have you, Ernesto."

"And I you, Héctor."

They both smiled at each other and the guitarist patted the singer on the back.

"Good. Now, about those drinks..."

A/N: PLEASE READ—Soooooo...? How did you like this chapter? I'm sorry if it was a little short, but it was longer than the last (first) chapter.

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