A/N: I really apologize that last chapter really sucked TT but I had to do all that boring talk so you understand the importance of why Keira ran away XD
.:Chapter 7:.
Pablo's POV:
I looked down at Keira, who glanced up at me. I felt my heart leap up into my throat and couldn't talk. "Thanks." She whispered and I could only smiled. She wiped her tears away and sighed heavily. "I just don't understand why my mother doesn't want me to know about Havana so badly. I mean, we lived here when I was young, when I could still remember. Why would she just want to take us away from the only life we had?"
I forced myself to speak. "Maybe she was just afraid to bear the pain of letting go of your father." I said, still hugging her tightly. Keira shrugged and stood up.
I stood with her and she took my hands in hers. "Thanks for all of your help." She said and once again, I could only smile. She paused for a moment, staring at our hands and then looked up again. "Could I ask you one more favor?" She asked and I nodded. She smiled faintly. "Could you teach me the heart of Cuba? Cuban dance?"
I was dumbfounded. "Oh I can't dance. The real dance is in the American district…"
Keira laughed slightly. "I have seen you dance. When you are teaching and when you are at La Rosa Negra. You are a wonderful dancer. Please? Could you help me?"
I looked down at our hands. "I don't know…I teach ballroom…that is not the same…"
Keira smiled. "You can teach me as much as you see fit. I will learn anything that is Cuban." She said with a smile and kissed my cheek. "Think about it." She headed back to my house, leaving me in the alley with the warm feel of her lips still on my cheek.
Keira's POV:
I walked back to the house to find my mother sitting at the table with Elisa, who was attempting to speak a combination of English and Spanish. The sight would have been humorous if my mother wasn't there. She turned and saw me. "Oh Keira. Thank God. You should know better than to just run off in a place like Havana…"
I folded my arms. "How would I know better? I haven't been here since father died." I said with a small frown.
My mother's smile turned into a dark frown. "Keira you watch your tongue. You are coming back to New York with me, whether you like it or not."
I stared at her. "To make me go back to America, mother, you will have to physically drag me to the airport and onto the plane. I'm not going anywhere." I turned and went to Elisa's room where I was keeping my stuff. "Elisa. Will you come with me to find a job? I'm afraid I can't keep just living off Pablo and yourself."
Elisa glanced at my mother and got up to talk to me. "Usted no debe enojar a su madre. Ella tiene probablemente las maneras de traerle apoya a América con ella. Quizá usted acaba de tener inconveniente en lo que ella dice…" 'You should not anger your mother. She probably has ways to bring you back to America with her. Maybe you should just mind what she says...'
I looked over at Elisa. "Haré como veo el ataque. Mi hogar es La Havana. No América. ¿Haga usted el favor de me ayuda?" 'I will do as I see fit. My home is Havana. Not America. Will you please help me?' Elisa paused and then nodded and I smiled, hugging my new friend.
A/N: -sigh- well that's another chapter…I really don't like how this is going…it seems too dull…if anyone has any ideas on how to spice this up, I would love you forever if you suggested something and I will give you credit if I use your ideas Thanks a lot everyone! R&R!
