I was so excited to post this chapter after so long that I didn't correct the grammars mistakes; if you find anything, please, let me know so I can correct it.

Enjoy it! ;)


Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter Seven - That Time When Unexpected News Came

It'd been a week since the conversation Ella had with Sean and things couldn't be better between them. They had agreed that on every Monday they would do something together: since walking through Tokyo to watching the replay of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. at night on television. On these days, both of them had created the habit of asking questions to each other – random questions so they could get to know each other again; many things had changed when Ella was away.

When the brunette wasn't with Sean, she was with Han. This past week, they're closer than before and everybody could see that. There was a bet among the crew of who would give up first and take the first step - basically it was about them getting together; neither Han nor Ella knew about this bet, since it was only a joke among the kids.

It was about 07:18 a.m. on a Friday morning, but Ella couldn't go back to sleep. She have already grown used to the time zone, but even so, she couldn't fall asleep again after Sean decided to call and annoy the shit out of her, just to let her know he was going to school; something he had definitely done it on purpose since the asshole knew that Ella couldn't sleep after she was awake.

Mentally cursing Sean until it lacked bad words in English vocabulary (which lead her to start using Italian), Ella gave up trying to sleep and stood up. She got dressed and ate her breakfast slowly, savoring every single bite of her favorite cereal. Ella was doing everything unhurriedly with the intention of making time move faster, but none of it was working; when she looked at the clock again, she saw that it was only 8 a.m.

Sighing with boredom, Ella decided that there was nothing else to do in her apartment. It was a bit frustrating to her - her life now was based on spending all her free time with more people, unlike the past when she enjoyed her time alone. Now she thought that being alone was way too boring. Ella couldn't decide whether she liked that or not.

The brunette got into her car and drove towards Han's garage. It was still middle of morning so she didn't expect to find someone there, but that alternative was better than doing absolutely nothing in her own home, staring at the walls and counting cracks on it.

Once Ella got there, the huge metal doors were closed. Snorting impatiently, she grabbed her phone and sent a message to her brother.

I'm in the garage and the doors are closed. How do I get in? – Ella.

It didn't take long to Sean answer her – it seems he wasn't paying any attention in class as usual.

What are U doin' there? There's no one besides Han. – Sean.

"Extremely useful, Sean." Ella thought, rolling her eyes at her brother's help. Pressing the button to answer, she quickly typed and sent another message.

Han's here, furthermore there's someone in there. – Ella.

He's probably sleeping. – Sean.

Há, it's about time to have my revenge against the jerk. – Ella.

Ella got out of her white Fisker and sat on the hood of the car. She leaned against the windshield and crossed her legs, waiting for Sean to reply her message.

Eight minutes later, her phone vibrated.

My bad! My teacher saw me typing and started yelling. Anyway, there is a spare key inside the mailbox. It's stuck with a duct tape. – Sean.

Ella laughed.

You, guys, are soooooo cautious. – Ella.

Sometimes Twinkie forgets his key inside the garage. – Sean.

Is he the only one? – Ella.

Bye, Ella. – Sean.

Ella laughed and climbed out of the car's hood. She walked to the mailbox and put her hand inside it. When she felt the key attached on it with duct tape, Ella chuckled and pulled it out. The brunette unrolled the duct tape from the key and walked to one of the metal gates. Making almost no effort, Ella lifted the door and entered the place.

Throwing the key on the top of a table that was leaning against the wall, Ella scanned the entire room with her eyes. She had never seen that place as peaceful and quiet as she was seeing it now and she would probably never experience that again. She searched for her wonderful Asian around the garage, but he wasn't anywhere her eyes could see.

"Han?" Ella shouted, expecting him to answer her under some car.

She had nothing in return.

Raising an eyebrow, Ella went up to the loft so she could get a better view of the garage, Han wasn't anywhere. She was still looking for him when her cell phone vibrated in the left pocket of her pants. The brunette picked it up and looked at it suspiciously. Shouldn't Sean be in class?

She answered it anyway.

"I think it's forbidden to use a mobile phone in the classroom, isn't it?" She said sarcastically.

"You have the strangest way of saying 'hello'." The boy teased.

Ella rolled her eyes.

"I meant it, Sean. Shouldn't you be in class right now?"

"Changing classroom. We're in the hall right now." When he said that, Ella noticed a buzz of many voices talking at the same time.

"Who is 'we'?"

"Neela, Twinkie, Earl, Reiko and I. By the way, you're on the speaker."

"Hn… Hello, guys?" She said uncertainly.

They laughed and responded in the same way.

"Sooo, girl…" Ella heard Twinkie's voice sound through the phone; she shook her head with an amused expression on her face, "What you're doin' there? Han's sleeping."

"Yeah, I suspected that when he didn't answer when I shouted." She joked, "By the way, do you know where he lives?"

"Yep."

Ella waited a few seconds for an answer. When it didn't come, she rolled her eyes and said again, "Where?"

"There." Earl's voice sounded over the phone, surprising Ella because he almost never talked, only when he'd make some unkind comment, but most of the time he didn't seem to give a damn about what they're saying, "In the loft has a door near the TV. It leads to Han's bedroom."

She sought for the door and found it exactly where Earl said it was.

"He lives here?" Ella said indignantly, emphasizing the word 'here'. Who in their right mind would live in a garage? Even if it looked like an apartment on the upper floor, it was still a garage after all.

'Han likes this place more than his candies.'The brunette reflected.

"Yes! He's crazy!" Reiko agreed.

"Why I ain't surprised?" She joked, making the teenagers laugh, "Okay, beautiful people, we talk later because now it's time for my revenge."

Before Ella could hang up the phone, Twinkie's voice sounded frantically over the device.

"Take it easy, kid. I can't understand a fucking thing you're saying."

Twinkie inhaled deeply, recuperating the breath he had lost when he ran over the words in his rush to stop Ella.

"If I were you, baby girl, I wouldn't do that." He said cautiously, "This ain't a good idea at all."

"What not?" Ella said, rolling her eyes impatiently even though she knew none of them could see the gesture.

"You don't get it."

She raised an eyebrow. What the hell she didn't get it?

"Elaborate meaningful sentences, Twinkie."

"Han doesn't like when someone awakes him… Like, never." The boy explained, making sure to say 'never' very audible so that there wasn't doubt of how much Han hated it.

The Asian almost never got angry with something, but when he did… Well, let's just say things could get ugly.

"You're acting like crazy just because of that? Seriously?" Ella complained, "So what he doesn't like it? I never did too, but that didn't stop him from doing it every single damn time. Besides he won't mind if it's me. Bye, guys! See you later!"

Before shutting down the call, Ella could hear Twinkie saying something that sounded like: 'Man, Han will be soooooo mad.'

She laughed softly and pressed the button to end the call.

The brunette walked to the door and opened it slowly. Ella entered on her tiptoes into the room and prayed mentally for Han to be alone; it would be so freaking embarrassing if he was with another woman. By the tiny bit of light that was coming from the open door, Ella could see that he didn't have company.

Sighing with relief, she closed the bedroom's door quickly when a car's horn hummed on the street; even with the doors closed, the sound echoed loudly through the garage. She waited for Han to say something, but when he snored faintly – barely making any noise – she knew he was still fast asleep.

Ella looked around trying to see anything but, because of the lack of clarity, she couldn't identify any specific detail. The room was dark and the only thing she could distinguish were shadows – some of them darker than others – showing the outline of the furniture.

When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see the room better. Han's bed was in the middle of the area and it had nightstands on its each side; there was a door on the left that Ella thought it was the bathroom, a big wardrobe and a computer desk with an office chair – even though his true office stayed in a corner of the garage. It also had two windows with shutters in the room, one in each side of the bed.

Ella walked slowly, trying to be careful and avoid hitting or knocking down something; she was taking the utmost possiblecare (she had MS and PhD in bumping into inanimate objects and making the place look like a tornado had passed by with the mess she could leave behind sometimes).

Reaching the bed, Ella stopped beside it and made a little dance of victory because she hasn't caused any damage to herself or the room; Han would have killed her if she did, he was more possessive about his belongings than he demonstrated. The brunette stopped dancing when her right knee hit the bedside table and almost knocked over a lamp.

Ella cursed her bad luck. She looked at Han to see if the noise had woken him this time… 'Luckily' he just mumbled and changed his position in bed, returning to sleep immediately and soundly.

Ella waited a fill minutes to admire the Asian before waking him. She couldn't see his expression clearly, only the contours of his face and body. Han snored quietly and peacefully; his chest went up, filling his lungs with air, and went down calmly at a constant and smooth pace. He didn't look like the Han that teased her in every minute they spent together; he didn't appear like… Well, him.

For a lady, awake him from the tranquil way he was sleeping would be a cruel act, but for Ella... It certainly sounded hilarious.

She smiled devilishly when a wicked plan crossed through her thoughts (and she was definitely doing that); 'Dennis the Menace' almost laughed when she imagined the angry expression on Han's face. Twinkie was right, Han would be pissed and Ella couldn't care less. As people say: 'An eye for an eye', and that would be for every time he teased her merciless.

Ella smirked.

She braced herself and calculated her movements to avoid getting hurt and to not hurt him; it was just a little bit of mischief so she wanted to avoid concussions. Gathering force and energy, she jumped on the bed.

"WAKE UP, SLEEPING BEAUTY!" The brunette screamed at the top of my lungs, "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up..." Ella said amid jumps.

Han sat up quickly and looked around in confusion.

"ELLA!" Han barked when his sleepy brain understood what was happening. No other name came to his mind, her name was the first and automatic though that crossed through his head. Besides his room smelled peaches and vanilla, and Ella was the only one who smelled like that. It frightened him to know that his brain had grown used to this fragrance; he didn't even need to look to know it was hers. But that didn't change the fact that she was jumping on his bed.

What did that annoying creature think she was doing?

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE! STOP IT!"

Ella stopped jumping on his bed right away.

"Don't you dare yelling at me, Han Lue, I'm not one of your 'ladies friends'." The tone of her voice was like acid.

Han tried to remain angry, but gave up quickly and laughed heavily. He couldn't understand how she could changes her personality so fast.

"Take that wonderful ass out of that bed now." She said playfully.

'Bipolar' was the word that crossed Han's mind. Ella was bipolar and he already had several evidences to conclude that fact.

"What do you want, brat?" He asked - going back to lie down - and put the pillow over his head.

"I was bored at home so I came here, but everyone is in school and I had nothing to do." Ella said, throwing herself alongside Han in bed.

Han took the pillow out of his face and turned to her, he grimaced. 'Cheeky girl.'

"I was doing something." He said sarcastically.

"But I didn't want you to keep doing that." She said with a bossy pout.

"And who you are to tell me what to do?" Han raised an eyebrow. He wore a playful smile on his lips, even though she couldn't see it since they could hardly see each other in the dark.

"Besides the fact that I'm the girl you're in love with?" She teased.

He laughed again, he was laughing too much lately.

Deciding to ignore Ella's last comment, Han got out of bed and went to the window. He opened the shutter of both, making the room clearer.

Ella made an extraordinary strength to not open her mouth in surprise, but she couldn't help widening her eyes. She was still half numbed by Han's woody scent that was impregnate in his blanket and pillows, but she wasn't expecting more than that.

Han smirked, grabbed a pillow on the bed and threw it at her with the intention of getting her attention. Ella came back to reality and looked puzzled at him.

"What?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ella grabbed the pillow that he had thrown at her and threw it back at him; it didn't even get close to Han.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, mocking her.

"Nice shot." The Asian teased.

"Shut up." Ella mumbled; her eyes glimpsed through Han's body again.

He was wearing only sweatpants without a shirt. Shit! He was hot! Especially now that Ella could count all divisions of his belly. How could he has such a sculpted body if he only ate crap food? She never saw him working out, for God's sake!

"Enjoying the view?" The Asian asked mischievously, making Ella blush. Wow! That was new; Han never thought she could turn red with embarrassment.

"Shut up." The brunette said again, "You're the one who is doing a section of exhibitionism in the middle of the morning."

Han laughed when he saw the effort she was making to not look at his abs. He laughed highly when she blushed again.

Ella snorted and looked away, focusing on the ceiling.

"Actually, you're out of luck, love." She looked at him confusedly, "Most of the time I sleep naked."

Ella rolled her eyes when Han winked at her.

"Shut the fuck up, Han."

"You're getting repetitive, princess." He teased her again.

She decided to fight back, hoping that the bastard would learn the lesson this time. Who said she needed to be the only one speechless?

Ella got out of the bed and walked towards the door. She opened it and, before leaving, she turned to him with her hand still on the doorknob.

"I'll give you 10 minutes to get ready, hot stuff." She winked and blew him a shameless kiss. Han opened his mouth slightly and blinked a few times, trying to clear his mind. When he could think easily, Han smirked at her.

"I feel like a piece of meat near you." He teased, making her laugh.

"I'll see ya when you finish getting ready, jackass." Ella left the room and closed the door behind her, still laughing. She leaned against it and shook her head with a small smile on her face. Ella put her hand on her chest where her heart was beating wildly; she tried to compose herself, but nothing seemed to be working. The brunette didn't understand why she was feeling that way, perhaps because she felt happy being part of a crew again. She honestly didn't know.

Ella walked to one of the sofas in the loft and sat down; she leaned her head on its backrest and closed her eyes, not noticing the time pass until she felt someone lie down on her lap. She didn't have to open her eyes to know who it was.

"Get off me, Han." The brunette complained. When he didn't do it, she complained again, "Haaaaaaaan!"

"What?" He asked boldly, "You woke me up, now deal with the consequences."

Ella sighed deeply, giving up on trying convincing him to do what she wanted.

She grabbed the TV's remote that was on the left arm of the couch and turned the television on; she switched from one channel to another until she found a movie in English that she could understand. They were in silence when Ella began to play with Han's hair. He looked at her puzzled, but when he saw her gaze focused on the screen, he realized she wasn't even noticing what she was doing. Han smiled and turned his head back to the TV. Han couldn't ignore the fact that Ella was the first girl to do this, the only one he ever allowed.

When the second movie ended, they heard the garage's gate open and, looking beyond the rail of the loft, they saw Twinkie's car slide into the place.

"Hey, Ell!" Ella heard Sean yell. Smiling when he used her nickname, the brunette shoved Han out of her lap and stood up.

Ella went down the stairs and walked to her brother. They hugged and, after Sean whirled her in the air, he put her back down.

"Ell?" Twinkie asked.

The Toretto approached the kid and kissed his cheek.

"It's my nickname." She explained, greeting Earl, Reiko and Neela too.

"Ell..." Twinkie said slowly, testing how the name sounded, "I liked it. Can I call you that?"

"Sure, why not?" The brunette shrugged, "You all can call me that if you like. My friends often use it too and since all of you are my friends, I don't see why you can't."

"Anywaaaaay, beauty..." Twinkie said, causing Ella to look at him with a kind smile.

"What?" Ella asked sympathetically.

"I'm so happy that you're alive." He teased her, "We all thought that, since you did the madness of wake Han up, you had a death wish."

"Ha-ha-ha, you're so funny."

Ella rolled her eyes.

When he heard his name, Han leaned against the railing of the loft and greeted the teenagers with a nod of his head. While the kids were changing the school uniform to casual clothing, the Asian pushed away from the fence and came down from the loft; his hand following the handrail.

Being followed by Ella's gaze, he walked to a hidden corner of the garage towards a car covered by a tarp.

When Han approached the vehicle, he looked at it painfully.

"You ain't gonna cry, are you?" Ella mocked him.

Han rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, gorgeous." He mumbled.

"What's that?" She asked, ignoring his remark completely.

"A car."

"No shit, Sherlock." Ella said sarcastically, making Han smirk, "That never crossed my mind."

"It's Mona." He said, raising the sheet and showing the car to Ella.

Her eyes opened wide at the sight.

"You mean: It was Mona." She said looking at what-once-was-a-car. The automobile was wrinkled and its painting was completely scratched, she doubted that the car even worked. The brunette could only imagine how beautiful it was before whatever-that-destroyed her happened, "What happened to her?"

"Your brother happened to her." Han snorted, "On his first day here, he managed to fuck up with my car."

"Yeah, I heard about that." She said remorsefully, feeling bad for the car, "He told me this story. I have a question though: Why did you let him run with your car? I mean, everybody knew he would crash it, right? Then why?"

"He was the old DK's kryptonite so I knew that keep him close by would be a good thing to do, but I needed to know if he was trustworthy first." Han shrugged, "And one car in exchange for knowing what a man's made of? That's a price I can live with."

Ella smiled gently at him.

They became quiet for a while.

"We'll fix it." She said suddenly, drawing his attention.

Han looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry… What?" He asked in confusion.

"We. Will. Fix. It." Ella slowly, repeating every word with the intension of make fun of him.

"Ella, if we were to fix it – and I ain't saying we're going to – it'd take a fucking lifetime." Han rolled his eyes.

"It's just me or you're getting sick of my lovely persona?" She said with a playful smile on her face, "Sorry, honey, but you won't get rid of me that easily."

Han snickered and shook his head.

"It's not that and you know it, brat." He said, looking directly at her eyes, "I just don't think it'll compensate to rebuild her." Han shrugged simply.

"Of course it does!" The brunette held.

"Look at her, Ella." Han pointed out the car with a nod of his head, "It's practically destroyed."

"Exactly! 'Practically' doesn't mean 'Completely'; the car still has a chance and you're taking it from her with all your laziness, handsome." Throwing her last card, she kept trying to convince him, "Look, Han, when we finish with Mona and show up with her at the races, the number of costumers of your garage will increase; more people mean more money."

Han smirked; he was being convinced, but he wouldn't give up too soon. The Asian almost smirked when she mentioned the money; that woman, despite being in Tokyo less than two months, already knew him so well. She definitely knew how to make one's mind, at least, his mind.

"Go on." He encouraged her.

Ella smirked, knowing she had won.

"Everyone knows that you're a good mechanic, Han, but why don't you show them you're the best?" He laughed, "What do ya think?"

"Okay." He shrugged, "But with one condition." Ella rolled her eyes; he was swollen with pride until the last minute.

"What?"

"I won't do it alone. We're both going to rebuild Mona." He smirked at her.

"And?" She mocked, "What else?"

"Why do you think that there is something else?" The Asian said teasingly.

"Because there's always something else." Ella punched his arm playfully.

"You'll be my new mechanic."

"Do I even have a choice?"

"No." He smirked, not allowing her to deny.

"Okay, then." Ella smiled, "And about rebuilding Mona with you: Come on, did it really cross your mind that it'd be anything different than that? I was speaking since the beginning in the plural form, honey." She teased.

"Yo guys! Whatcha talkin' 'bout?" Twinkie shouted above the loft; he was leaning against the railing as much as he could, trying to see Ella and Han.

"Twinkie, you're going to fall!" Ella yelled worriedly, "Get off this railing, kid!"

Han looked at her at amusement, but she didn't notice for she was too busy looking at Twinkie. The boy rolled his eyes, but moved away from it anyway.

"Then come here!" The teenager whined with boredom. Ella and Han looked at each other and went up to the loft, "Gee, easy girl." He said when they both approached him, "Not even my mom worries that much."

"Well, then I'll do it for her." She replied stubbornly, "You could have fallen and then broken an arm. Or a leg. Or the neck and died. Or it could have been something worse than that." Ella said, counting the possibilities with her fingers.

Twinkie looked at her thoughtfully. What could be worse than dying?

"Whatever." The kid shrugged, "You didn't answer what you're doin' down there alone." Twinkie shook his eyebrows suggestively.

"We're going to rebuild Mona." Han said simply; he walked toward one of the couches and threw himself on it.

"WHAT?" All, except Ella, shouted together.

"What do you mean?" Sean asked, confused.

"What do you mean?" Ella rolled her eyes, "We'll fix a car. What about it?"

"Well, nothing." Neela said, "Good luck with that. I think you'll need."

xxx

The crew was spread by the sofas and armchairs amongst the loft, watching 'Death Race' on television. Whenever Case appeared in the film, Twinkie gasped and said softly: 'That woman…', making everyone laughs.

When she appeared again, he couldn't help himself, "My God! Sean what do ya think of this woman?"

"Sean doesn't think anything." Neela interrupted before her boyfriend could open his mouth, "And he'll be quiet and never answer a question like that. Am I right, Sean?" She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to contradict her.

"Of course, baby." He said quickly, "I love you."

They laughed loudly when they saw the frightened expression on Sean's face.

"What 'bout ya, Han?" The boy asked again, trying someone different this time.

"He thinks I'm better." Ella interrupted the kid again. Han and she looked at each other; the brunette smirked playfully, "Don't you think, handsome?"

"Of course I do, love. Y'know I only have eyes for you, doll." Han winked at her and smirked mischievously. Ella laughed, making him smile and turn back to the TV. When the movie finished, it was already dark.

Ella stretched, "Now what? What are we going to do?"

"Order pizza." Sean shrugged.

"You just ate popcorn." She rolled her eyes.

"Exactly." Twinkie agreed, "We ate popcorn and popcorn ain't dinner, but pizza is."

"Healthy." The brunette said sarcastically and then continued saying in boredom, "I wanna do something."

Han rose from the couch, attracting their attention back at him. Still under the stare of everyone, he walked over to the keychain and took the key of the Mazda; then he turned at Ella's direction.

"Let's go." The brunette looked at him, puzzled. Before she could ask him where, Han had already gone down the stairs and walked to his car, "ELLA, HURRY UP!" He shouted.

"See you later, guys!" She said, getting up and running to the car. Ella got into it and closed the door, then turned to Han and asked excitedly, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there, princess." The Asian smirked.

Ella pouted, making him laugh at her sullen face.

Han drove out of the garage toward the busy streets of Tokyo. They were quiet for a long time; he looked with concentration to the road and Ella watched the city lights pass through the car's window. They drove for a while until they hit the city limits, where the movement wasn't so abundant. Han looked out of the corner of his eyes to the brunette next to him, who was still with an annoyed expression on her face, and smiled.

Han drove his car to the peak of a mountain; he drifted smoothly at every turn that the road had, making drift seems easy even for a foreigner who had never done it before. When he reached the top, he parked near a tree and got out; he walked to the mountain's edge, but not so much to become something dangerous.

"That's it?" Ella asked to herself, still inside the car. She took her seat belt off and got out. The brunette walked to Han and stopped beside him. She smiled at him, confused. Han nodded toward the view, "Wow! You can see the whole Tokyo from here. How did you find this place?" The brunette asked in surprise.

"The first drifters invented drifting out here in the mountains. I just went looking for the place." He shrugged, "I learned how to do it in here; it took me awhile, but the advantage is that now I know this place very well. The best view in town is from here."

"It's beautiful." Ella smiled softly at him, then her smile became playful, "How many girls have you brought here?"

"You're the first one." The Asian simply said.

"Liar." She jested.

"It's true." He smirked playfully, "I like to come here to think from time to time. So besides me, you're the only one who knows it."

Ella felt her heart stop and then start beating frantically. She looked back to the view; then leaned her head against his collarbone, wrapped her arm around his waist and put her other arm on his chest, hugging half of his body. Han smiled and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Again, she was the first one he allowed to do that.

What the hell was happening to him? Ella was the first one to do a lot of things involving him lately, things he had never let anyone else do it before. He wouldn't let any girl snuggle him in a romantic way like that, for example. In fact, he wouldn't allow any girl to come near him like that, neither Neela nor Reiko. Han Lue simply didn't work that way, he wasn't a guy for relationships, he didn't like that sort of thing; holding hands, affectionate hugs or passionate kisses weren't his type of affections, because with him things were just sex and everyone knew it. So why was he treating Ella different? They weren't a couple; they weren't in any kind of commitment. They weren't even together for crying out loud, so what was the meaning of all this?

But Han already knew the answers for these questions.

The truth was that Ella wasn't just some girl; when it came to her, he couldn't compare her to any other woman, because she was better than very other he had ever met, that's why he didn't care to stay in that way with her – because she was clearly different from everyone and he understood that.

Han was taken from his thoughts when a phone rang.

Ella turned away from him and walked back to the car; she leaned over the open window and picked up the phone that was in the passenger seat. The brunette leaned against the door and answered it. While she was on the phone, Han turned to look the view of Tokyo down there, giving her some privacy.

When she hung up, Ella walked back to where Han was.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, still looking at the city.

"Kind of." Ella replied weakly, making him look at her worriedly, "A friend of mine was caught up into a car accident in an illegal race and now he's in coma at some hospital… He's really bad." She said with tears in her eyes, "They don't know if he'll make it or not."

Han looked at her and sighed; he pulled her into a hug and pressed her body against him. Ella hugged him back and buried her head in his neck.

"Now what?" He asked cautiously, fearing the answer he knew she would give him.

Ella sighed sadly and backed away a little so she could look at his face.

"Now I'm going back to LA." The Asian nodded and kissed her forehead tenderly, "Sorry, handsome, but it looks like we won't be fixing Mona anytime soon."

"It's okay as long as you help me with it later. I ain't touching her until you come back; no matter how long it takes." He smirked gently at her, "You won't get rid of me that easily."

Ella laughed weakly, shedding a few tears when Han quoted her phrase.

"Deal."

He wiped her tears with his thumbs.

"Come on." Han took her hand and led her back to the Mazda.


Hello, everyone!

How badly do you, guys, want to kill me? Because I fully support all of you if you want to, I deserve it and I know it! :(

I have no excuses for why I didn't publish anything in the last few months, besides: "I'm lazy". Honestly, I've written this story until chapter nine, the only problem is that everything is in Portuguese!

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