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Katey Miller hated airplanes. She hated the flight attendants, who came by to check up on her at the most inconvenient moments. She hated the sound of the pilot's voice on the intercom. She hated the overhead lights and the ultra-cramped bathrooms. But, most of all, Katey Miller hated the directions that the planes she travelled on flew towards.

In November, a day after her 17th birthday, Katey's father, Bert, came home from work with a broad smile on his face. He ushered Jeannie, Katey's mother, into their bedroom. Katey cut herself a slice of her birthday cake, smiling as she heard her mother shriek happily. Her parents came running out of the room, calling a family meeting in the living room.

Katey took a seat on the sofa next to her younger sister, Suzie. Her mother and father sat on the loveseat opposite of them, so excited they could barely speak.

"Girls,"they both started to say before Bert continued,"I got a great promotion from Ford."

His daughters congratulated him and Bert paused briefly before going on,"this promotion is relocating me to Cuba."

Katey's jaw dropped. She felt dizzy and shaky. Was her world tumbling down around her? She could hear Suzie clapping and squealing happily. She could hear her mother discussing realtors and movers. She could hear her father describing the hotel they'd live in, some classy hotel in Havana. Though Katey heard all this, she couldn't say a single word. She was paralyzed with shock and fear. The worst part was that she heard her father said they had to be in Cuba in a week. For the next week, an ugly side of Katey came out. Inside, she was terrified of moving away to Cuba. It was her senior year. She was the star of her class in her school. Her plan was to go attend Radcliffe after she graduated high school in Florida. But, Katey knew things would be different if they lived in Cuba. She'd probably have to move back to America by herself to attend Radcliffe.

Katey did everything and anything to show her parents that she opposed the move. She gave them the silent treatment, slammed doors in their faces, spent hours holed up in her bedroom, surrounded by the boxes and clutter. Suzie, would was estatic about the move, tried to make her sister feel better, but only failing. Nothing could make Katey feel better. Nothing..

Even now in January, as Katey flew back to America, she knew nothing could make her feel better. Nothing could fix her broken heart. It was shattered into millions, maybe billions, of tiny little pieces. Her heart had become a complicated Jigsaw puzzle, which only some people had the skill to assemble. In Katey's heart's case, only one person could put it back together. Javier.

Katey could picture the boy in her head. His dark, caring eyes. His equally dark, messy hair. His soft, guiding hands. His smooth, passionate lips that kissed Katey's so many times. And as the airplane flew north back to Florida, Katey knew what remained of her heart was in Cuba. She closed her eyes, trying to hide from the pain that was her shadow. It followed her everywhere she went. It haunted her dreams, creeped into her thoughts."Katey, are you alright?"Suzie asked, snapping Katey out of her thoughts.

"No,"Katey said bluntly, looking at her sister for a moment, then turning her head back to the window.

Suzie frowned. She hated seeing Katey this distressed. Never, in her life, had she ever been this way, even when Katey got a bad grade on an essay or a test. Suzie knew that Katey's heart was broken, it was obvious. She had seen Katey and Javier's last dance. You could see the pain in both of their eye's. You could see the way they needed each other, the way they each didn't want to let each other go. They both held each other tighter, closer, as they swayed to the music. Suzie thought about what she heard them say to each othier. She was walking by when she was the couple sitting at a table in the cornor at La Rosa Negra. Suzie stayed hidden as she eavesdropped their conversation."Katey, I want you to know something,"Javier said,pulling Katey onto his lap,"just because I want to stay in Havana, even though you have to return to America, that doesn't mean I don't lo-, uh, want to be with you."

"I know, Javier, it's just one of those things you have to do,"Katey said, her voice dripping with pain. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"I love you, Katey, and we will be together again,"Javier promised kissing Katey's neck passionately,"when I get my life together and my family is stable, we will be together. One way or another, we will dance again."

A tear slid had slid down Katey's cheek as she nodded to Javier's words. She couldn't keep her hands off of Javier, as if she was soaking up every last inch of him. She stood up, pulling him by his hands onto the dance floor. Before they stepped onto it for their last dance, and as Queen and King of La Rosa Negra, she stopped, holding onto his waist.

"I love you too, Javier,"Katey said, more tears strolling down her fair cheeks,"I don't know how I'm going to leave you."

Javier wiped away Katey's tears and didn't say anything else. There was nothing else to say. He kissed her nose, then her cheeks, then her lips, his tongue lingering in her mouth.

They danced their last dance, feeling each other with more passion than ever. They knew this would be their last, but not forever. They didn't have a plan but they would meet again. They'd dance again. They'd make love again.

"Katey,"Jeannie said, rubbing Katey's arm gently,"wake up! The plane's about to land. We're back in America!"

Katey woke up, rubbing her eyes. She put on her seatbelt then shut her eyes tightly. She didn't want to see America. She didn't want to be in America, not anymore. They landed and finally she opened her eyes, only looking outside when she had to. She shuffled off the plane with her family as if she was a zombie. She got into the taxi, closing her eyes again for the ride. They got to their new house, where the movers where already unpacking everything they owned.

This house was bigger than their previous American house. It was a large brick house with two balconys on the second floor. As Katey stepped out of the cab she opened her eyes, which decided to play tricks on her. She saw two children running up the healthy, green grass. One kid, a girl, had dark brown hair, golden skin. The other, was a boy with blonde hair and mesmerizingly blue eyes. There were two people sitting on the front steps, watching the children play. One person was Katey, the other was Javier.

Katey rubbed her eyes, feeling bitter tears develop. She stormed up the drive and into the house, the movers taking their hats off to her in respect. She said hello to them, in Spanish, and wandered around the house, finding her room. It was one of the rooms with a balcony. An escape route, she told herself, as she fell asleep on her bed, surrounded by boxes and clutter.

The next day, the Millers had a housewarming party. Everyone they knew previously in Florida was invited, along with the American families they met in Cuba, including the Phelps. The adults chit-chatted and drank cocktails and beer in the living room while the teenagers hung out in the game's room. Every teen but Katey.

"Suzie,"Jame Phelps asked, taking a sip from a beer he had stolen from the living room,"where is Katey?"

"She doesn't feel well,"Suzie lied, knowing thats what Katey would have wanted her to tell them,"she's resting in her bedroom."

"When you say she doesn't feel well,"chirped Eve,"do you mean that she's pitying herself about having to leave that poor Cuban poolboy, Javi or something?"

"I don't think its any of your business,"Suzie snarled,"and by the way, this is America. People care what you do."

And with that, she took the cigarette out of Eve's mouth and put it out in the ashtray.

What nobody noticed was that James had sneaked away upstairs to find Katey. He needed to talk to her, like a fish needed water. He didn't know what it was. He was just attracted to Katey Miller, even though she was a bookworm, hiding behind books like Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. And even though she rejected him, for a poolboy, James still hated to see her in pain like she was.

James knocked on Katey's door.

Katey was laying on her bed, her face hidden in a pillow. She looked up,"Go away."

James walked in, leaning agaisnt the wall,"I thought you might need someone."

Katey shook her head. James walked closer.

"I know we didn't exactly work out, and I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm not proud of most things I did in Cuba, except help you out when you were dancing. I saw how happy it made you and the only reason I was hostile was because I knew the poolboy had won you."

"Javier."

"What?"

"His name is Javier, not poolboy,"Katey said defensively.

"Anyways, I saw how upset you've been and I just wanted to know if you needed a friend, someone to talk to. I'm a good listener,"James proposed, sitting down on the foot of her bed.

"I don't need anyone, James,"Katey said, her voice quiet.

As he turned to leave, James heard Katey cry. She looked at him, as she sat up, motioning for him to sit next to her. James took a seat next to her body. He opened his arms and Katey fell into his embrace. She sobbed into his shoulder, James rubbed her back gently.

After minutes of endless crying, Katey sat up. Her face was red and her hair was falling out of it's clips. She stayed in his hug, enjoying the warmth.

"It's not fair,"she said, breaking the silence.

"What isn't?"James said, almost in a whispered voice.

"Everything,"Katey whined, tears falling out of her blue eyes again,"I had something special with Javier. He brought a person in me I didn't know I had. He made me laugh. Like one time, we were pracitising at I told him to quit being such a guy. So, he decided to dance like girl. It was hilarious."

"He treated you good, didn't he?"James pondered.

"Very good,"Katey nodded her head as she spoke,"on the night of our date, when the 'incident' happened, he almost went insane. He wanted to go after you, but I stopped him. Instead, he walked me home. I think thats the moment I knew I wanted something with him. Anything."

"And what did you get?"James asked, genuinely curious.

"A dance partner, a lover, a best friend,"Katey answered, wiping the tears off her face,"but you don't want to hear about that, now do you?"

"Well, we're friends now,"he replied,"if you feel like telling me, tell me."

"On the night of the revolution, I asked him if he wanted to be out celebrating. We were in those little tents by the beach strip in front of Hotel Oceana. He shook his head and said he wanted to be right here with me. And then, it just happened. We were both naked, both in love, wrapped up in each other. In the morning, I woke up with in his arms, which was the most beautiful feeling in the world. I had his shirt on. I've neverbeen so happy in my life."

James couldn't say anything. He didn't mind hearing what Katey was saying, for he really wanted a friendship with her.

"You know, James, my heart is still in Havana. I think thats why I'm finding it so easy to talk to you."


A/N- I wasn't allowed to post any stories because my account wasn't new enough. So I wrote this and the next chapter on my computer. That's why I am so fast at posting!