A/N: Hi, everyone! This story has been in my mind for quite a few days now, so this is the first chapter. I'm still doing the Superhero story, but I don't have that all figured out yet. Anyway, here you go! I hope you like this one.

Weekends are ok. Not great, but ok. Personally, Héctor perfers weekdays over weekends. He likes the energy. People going from place to place, catching up with others, or just having fun. Yes, that's what Héctor likes.

But it's Saturday for now. A weekend. He can deal with that. What he can't deal with is Ernesto's lack of enthusiasm for the morning. Héctor sighs, rocking back and forth on his feet.

He'd promised his amigo that if they can play one game of Tag, then they can play music until it's time to go home. He never breaks a promise, especially not one for Ernesto, the coolest person in the world. But Héctor has been waiting for a long time now. It shoudn't take that long for Ernesto to get dressed and grab his guitar.

It's starting to worry Héctor. What's taking so long? He's about to go check on Ernesto when he hears: "We'll be careful, Mamá. Love you!"

Héctor exhales deeply as Ernesto comes up behind him.

"What took you so long?" Héctor asks. He hopes he doesn't sound too upset.

Ernesto sighs. "You know I'm not a morning person. Besides, it's very hot out here. Are you sure you want to be running in this weather?"

"Positive." Héctor answers, "now come on."

He takes of. "Chase me!" he yells over his shoulder. He bounds away from the mansion and runs toward the stage. After that, he sees that Ernesto is still far away.

"Come on, 'Nesto." Héctor yells, "Run! Come and get me!"

Héctor soon hears the sound of running feet behind him and takes off again, laughing. He looks behind him and sees Ernesto, not very far now. He turns back around again. "Now you're talking!" he yells, "come on, 'Nesto! You can do better than that."

"I'll be back soon, Mamá." Imelda says, halfway out the door already.

"Alright." Mamá replies, "you know the rules. Be home before dark."

"And don't be so agressive!" Papá calls, laughing.

Imelda nods as she steps outside. She rolls her eyes once the door to the hacienda closes. Who does her Papá think he's fooling? Imelda Rosato is always agressive. It's the one way she can protect herself.

There's just no other way. Violence is a part of life. How else is she supposed to fend off those stupid boys that always try to get a laugh out of her? They're just begging for her to whip off her boot and deliver a fierce hit to their faces.

Imelda smiles, remembering the time one boy tried to hit it off with her. He was so annoying that she wasted no time. Within a few seconds, he was cowering under her angry glare.

She hasn't seen him since. Who cares? She did her job. She taught him a lesson.

Imelda starts walking. Out of the courtyard and into town. She smiles at a few people as she passes them, waving. She's planning to go to her amiga Ceci's house today to study for school. Yes, it is a Saturday, but she does want to finish off the year with decent grades. What better way to do it than studying? And maybe playing. Just a little bit.

She soon sees Ceci's house and starts walking towards it. With no one bothering her, she figures she'll finally have an enjoyable weekend.

"Gotcha!" Ernesto yells victoriously as he lays on top of Héctor. "Now it's your turn."

Héctor coughs and squirms around. "Get off me first." he sputters. He hears Ernesto laugh before rolling off, and when they both stand up, Héctor glares at Ernesto.

"That is not how you play." he says, "You supposed to tap me, not tackle me."

"It was fairly easy, too." Ernesto says, "You're so easy to push. You're light, too."

Héctor rolls his eyes, grinning. "Start running."

Ernesto huffs.

Héctor laughs. "C'mon," he says, "you chased me. Why can't I do it to you?"

"I know you're gonna catch me," Ernesto says, "so what's the point?"

"The point is fun." Héctor reminds him.

Ernesto groans. "I'm still beat from chasing you." he says.

Héctor laughs loudly. Ernesto is so funny sometimes. "C'mon, 'Nesto. Please?" he begs, "I'll go easy on you."

"No you won't" Héctor hears Ernesto mutter, but he takes off anyway. Once he does, Héctor stays for a bit.

"One... two... three!" he counts, bounding after his amigo. Héctor lets himself jerk out a bit. He throws his arms out, his head back, and laughs loudly. He closes his eyes for a second and as he passes people, Héctor hears them groan.

"Here he goes again," mutters one person as Héctor flies past him.

"Always with the running." says another woman.

Héctor pretends not to hear as he rounds the corner by the school that him and Ernesto go to. He speeds up, his feet slapping harder on the ground as he does. He's not sure where Ernesto is now.

Probably should've kept his eyes open.

He's full speed now, that is until he's suddenly on the ground again. In front of him, a girl probably his same age.

She has a dark blue dress on with two braids that go over her shoulders. The braids are tied with ribbons the same color as her dress. Héctor immediately feels terrible. He didn't mean to knock her down and ruin such nice clothes.

"Lo siento," he apoligizes as she stands up, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." the girl replies. Héctor freezes up, shaking.

"What?" she asks him. "What's wrong?"

Héctor is still trembling. He now knows who this girl is. Imelda Rosato. The fiercest person in town. She scares everyone. Including Ernesto.

Héctor stares at her with widened eyes. "You... y-you're... you're here to hurt me, aren't you?"

"What?" Imelda asks, "No way. All you did was bump into me."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, not really," Imelda says, "Are you going to get up?"

Héctor stands. "Sí," he says. Then, before she can say anything else, he bolts away.

Héctor is almost certain she wanted to hurt him. It's the first time he wished to go back in time.