Hey! Two things, 1) Sorry it's been forever since I've updated, I never liked when people took a long time to update. But I got caught up with school (I started writing this over thanksgiving break) and so I will be updating a lot after this week since it will be winter break for a long time. Yay! 2) In relation to who "the guy" from the last chapter was, I promise you'll find out, but it's important to the story that no one but the author –being me!- and the characters –being the characters- know who he is! Thanks for the reviews and such everyone! Happy Reading :D

Marie

Luis's car was old, I don't actually think it was his, he borrows Carlos's. Though whether Carlos is fully aware of this I'm not sure, he doesn't seem like the kind of sibling who enjoys sharing anything of his. As I glance at it from across the road its tires seem worn and it's color fading, but all in all a nice car. Classic.

Hah, classic, take away the last two letters and you get 'class', which is what started the little roll game between Luis and I. I laughed to myself quietly.

Pushing thoughts of the car and the roll away I look back at Luis, he's sprawled on the grass with his eyes closed. After we got out of school he drove around for a little while until he came to this park. It's a nice little place, especially now when there were so few people around. We got some hotdogs from a stand nearby.

I paid for my own, and he paid for his despite a large amount of arguing. I told him this wasn't a date. So I can pay for myself. Screw his insisting that, "Un hombre with any decency knows not to make a girl pay."

Chivalry goes far my book…and then he winked one of his big dark eyes at me, so any thoughts of letting him flew out of my mind. My thoughts were actually on another guy…

"So who was that guy you were talking to today?" Luis asks, sitting up and taking another bite of his hot dog. His dark eyes twinkling and curious. That's the thing about Luis that makes him stand out from his brothers. Both Carlos and Alex have these black eyes that seem so harsh. Something about Luis's made them lights, like really healthy soil after it rains. Almost black but not quite.

"Eric." I tell him nonchalantly.

"Eric what?"

"You going to look him up on facebook or something?"

"Facebook is for losers." He laughs laying back down. "But really, this Eric guy looked like he was hassling you. You know I've got your back if you need it. We're sharing the same roof after all."

That actually was a bit touching. "Thanks, good to know." Taking the last bite of my hot dog I take the time to think about what to say next as I chew on it. "He's a guy who knows some people back in Fairfield. I met him once a while back; he just wanted to show me something in his car."

This time when Luis sits up he's a bit more attentive, "Don't go getting messed up with drugs and all that mierda chickita."

"What, do you think I'm stupid?" I ask, rolling my eyes and leaning back, the grass tickling my neck. "I don't do that stuff. Besides," I add, "I don't know what he wanted me to see, that's why I wouldn't go."

Luis lays back next to me. "You're no pendejo. But you are stubborn. I can see you doing something just to show people you're tougher than the little, pretty chickita you come off to be."

He's totally right about that, which surprises me. And I try to dismiss the fact he called me pretty, it's not a big deal to be honest. Guys have told me I'm pretty plenty of times. I guess it's the way he said it so plainly.

As if it's an undisputed fact or something.

But I'm not going to tell him that. "Oh yeah? How am I like that Loey Luis." I heard Sherrie calling him that yesterday, it made me laugh so I pulled it out now, "And I am tough."

"Well," He says, rolling onto his side so he's facing me."Like right now, I just told you that you try to act tough and so you gotta throw something at me to prove you really are."

He has me there. I don't say anything because I think silence speaks louder than words sometimes. My eyes focus on the clouds making designs in the sky. My brother and I used to look at the clouds a lot when we were younger. It took us away from the crap place we really were.

I can feel Luis lean back beside me, his shoulder now brushing mine, it doesn't tingle in that weird way they say it does in books and movies. But it is pretty warm, and despite the fact that I tense up momentarily, it feels nice to have it next to me.

After a long silence Luis says, "I like looking up there as much as anyone else, but to be honest, I think you'd appreciate gazing at the sky more about eight hours from now." My gaze flicks over to him with interest as he continues, "Now the night sky. That is really something."

"I don't know. I like the day." I say conversationally, scooting closer to him because my sleeves are short and he is warm. And because he isn't objecting, and because I'm kind of enjoying his company. Stupid, I know. "The light, the clouds twisting around."

"…I see what you mean I suppose." Luis admits after a moment of thought. I glance at him again, his eyes are intelligent, and his backpack is actually pretty heavy. He's in a lot of harder courses than I am, which lets me know that despite his 'I'm so cool' persona he also doesn't mind everyone knowing he is in fact as smart as he seems in this moment. "It's just, for me, it's always been about the night. You can see so much more. The day? It's nice for sure, you see what we have here. The clouds, the sky, the sun. But at night…" He let out a slow whistle of real appreciation, "You can see all the way out there. All the way to these planets and places we haven't even seen yet. Now that, that is real magic."

At that I roll onto my side, genuinely interested in what he has to say. He casts me a look with those rich soil eyes and then rolls onto his side too. We're very close, any closer and his arm would be touching me in a very personal area, even if it would only be through my shirt. I'm staring at him, taking him in. Sometimes he is an ass, which is no lie. Actually normally he is an ass, but right now. Right now he is being pretty cool.

I bet lots of girls like him, some openly seem kind of jealous that I'm living with him. I've made a point to tell them he isn't anything special. Because he really is just another guy.

Guys. I've hooked up with them, I've been best friends with them, I've fought with them, I've flirted with them, I've dumped and been dumped by them. I've come to realize that unlike in stories they really are just average. With the exception of Abercrombie & Fitch models but I won't go into that right now.

I can feel his breath on my face. He reaches a hand out and brushes a strand of hair away from my face. And surprisingly…the skin there kind of tingles a bit. Not in that fake 'Hollywood-movie-romance' sort of way. But in a different way. Something between 'I am about to hook up with you' and 'My brother trying to make me feel better.' Which are two completely different things, thus canceling each other out.

Meaning I'm not really sure what to do at the moment…

"I guess I just like it dark." He tells me quietly, like it's a secret. The he leans in and just as his lips are about to brush mine he says, "But I can take something a little lighter right now too."

I can feel his lips quirk and then I realize what he's saying. Lighter, meaning me, meaning he's messing around with me. Meaning this was all probably a set up and he actually is a total asshole.

Way to go brain, thanks for setting zero alarms off to warn me that I was falling into a trap.

Quickly I shove him away. "God you jerk!" I shout hopping up.

"Well I think you like it dark too actually, judging from what just-"

"Nothing happened culero. You got it?" I tell him as I cut him off angrily. Hair falling back in my eyes. God!

He stares at me for a minute. And then laughs. He has the audacity to laugh at me. "Ugh!" I groan loudly walking away. He doesn't follow. Like I said, this isn't a book. It's not a perfect life, and I'm not perfect either. I'm Little Miss Imperfect actually.

Ask anyone.

"What are you going to do?" He calls, a laugh still echoing in his words, "Drive away?"

At this I smile, the car is all of two feet ahead of me. "Yeah actually I am."

And with that I pull out the keys I had tucked in my pocket, not even bothering to look at him, I jump into the driver's seat after unlocking the door and quickly begin to pull out. Doing all of this in a clear three seconds. Too fast for him to comprehend that he hadn't left the car doors unlocked and that I had stolen the keys from him.

When we had almost…well my hand had been resting on his leg and I could feel the cool metallic loop of his key ring in his pocket. So…when I had pulled away I let the loop slip around my finger and slid it into my own pocket before he could notice.

As I pull away I look out the window at him quickly and smirk at his surprised and angry face. Justice has been served, and that makes me smile even if somewhere inside of me, something kind of…dare I say it, hurts. But that could also be the fact I ate a hotdog in under a minute so you know.