Miguel opened his eyes and found himself laying on a bed. He looked around; was he actually in a hotel room? It had been months since he had enough money to sleep anywhere but the street. Who could have brought him here? All he remembered was seeing this one girl, then...

"Ugh, my head..." he groaned. He rubbed his head and felt something out of the ordinary; someone had bandaged him.

"Where in the...?"

Suddenly, Miguel heard a noise... was that running water? He looked over at the bathroom door; it was slightly left open. Unable to contain his curiosity, Miguel got out of the bed with a groan and crept towards the bathroom. He was about to find out who brought him here, one way or another.

As Miguel slowly slipped through the door, he looked at the silhouette in the shower; it was definitely a woman. Suddenly, she began to speak.

"Ahhh this is so much better! Almost makes me forget I totally knocked out a Spanish hunk and he's in my bed right now... AWWWW I ALMOST FORGOT! WHY AM I SO STUPID! WAAAAH!"

"Dios mio!" Miguel muttered loudly, covering his ears to drown out the girl's loud wailing. "How old is this bimbo? Seven?"

"HEY! ARE YOU AWAKE OUT THERE?!"

Miguel didn't even have enough time to hide before the shower curtain came flying open and he was greeted by a naked Josie Rizal. When her face twisted to a look of horror, he knew he only had a few seconds to cover his ears; unfortunately, that's all he covered.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WHO RAISED YOU TO PEEP AT GIRLS IN THE SHOWER YOU STINKING PERVERT!"

Miguel's eyes widened as Josie came lunging at him faster than light. Some might say Miguel was unprepared, others that he was distracted by her nakedness... but that really didn't matter to Miguel at the moment as he was knocked unconscious by a flying knee.

ONE COMA LATER

"I am so so so sooooo sorry." a now fully dressed Josie repeated over and over as Miguel's eyes opened again. He tried to sit up, only to be hit by a massive headache like an avalanche.

"AYY! Dios de mierda that hurts like a bitch!" Miguel yelled as he collapsed back onto the bed, clutching his head with both hands.

"Umm, did I mention how sorry I wa-"

"YES!"

"Okay, okay! But for the record, you shouldn't have been peeping at my naked parts."

"Then learn to shut your door, idiota maldita! And for the record, I just wanted to know who knocked me out and kidnapped me."

"Aww, did you have to bring that up? Aw man... I kidnapped somebody... I'm a criminal..."

Suddenly, Josie's eyes began to well up with tears. Miguel saw this and rolled his eyes as he started to feel annoyance... and a tinge of guilt.

"Querido dios..." Miguel groaned. "Will you PLEASE stop crying?"

"I'm... *sniff*... sorry... *sniff*... but... *sniff*... I... *sniff*... can't... *sniff*... help it!"

"Yes you can! You're a grown woman for God's sake! At least I think... but whatever! Look, if it makes you feel better, I'm a criminal too."

Josie's eyes suddenly dried up and she looked at Miguel with horror.

"You... you... you're a bad guy?!"

"Well, I wouldn't put it like-"

"Are you like, wanted by the police?!"

"Yeah."

"For what?!"

"Well, I-"

"Are you a thief?"

"No."

"Are you a murderer?"

"No."

"Rapist?"

"NO!"

"Did you talk to a little kid at the park, but a passing stranger saw it and got the wrong idea and-"

"SHUT UP!"

Josie finally stopped talking, giving Miguel a moment to process all of the chaos that was commencing in this hotel room. After taking a few breaths and gathering his thoughts, he finally spoke.

"Look... I just beat a few guys and some cops. I'm a brawler. Fighting is what I do. Sometimes I do it for money, sometimes I do it... just to feel better."

"Feel... better?"

Miguel looked over at Josie; she was looking at him with these big eyes full of concern, like she was genuinely invested in what he had to say. It was strange, to say the least; especially considering they just met.

"You know what? It doesn't matter." Miguel said with a scoff as he put his hands in his pockets and looked away.

"No, wait! I wanna hear!" Josie said, leaning over and putting her hands on Miguel's arm. Miguel tensed up at the sudden physical contact.

"N-no! I said no so drop it, girl!" Miguel yelled, snatching his arm away from Josie's grip. He started for the door, until Josie decided to get clever.

"Oh yeah? Well if you don't stay and tell me your personal feelings, then... I'll call the police!"

That stopped Miguel in his tracks. He turned around slowly, shooting Josie the meanest of glances.

"Oh, really?" he said in a deep, growling voice.

"Mmhmmm." Josie said with a cocky smile, putting her hands on her hips.

"How many cops do you think they'll send for a B&E?

"What if I tell them you're trying to murder me?"

"That can be arranged!"

"Do you want another knee to the face? I'll let you pick which one."

The intense staredown lasted for another few minutes until Miguel finally decided it wasn't worth it. After all, it was too late to go out now, plus the police were probably still hunting Miguel right now.

"Alright... I'll tell you about my personal crap."

"Really! Ooh, I'm so excited!" Josie squealed, her face lighting up. She plopped onto the bed and leaned over, full of enthusiasm.

"Tomorrow."

Josie fell over with a disappointed sigh. "Awww! Why can't you tell me now?"

"Because I'm tired! Look, can you please just let me stay here tonight until the cops are off my tail?"

"Fine... but you have to sleep on the floor. And you absolutely have to tell me your story tomorrow."

"Deal."

"Well, uh... goodnight then!"

"Y-yeah... you too."

Josie turned off all the lights and crawled under the covers with a relaxed sigh; her bed felt like Heaven after such a crazy day. Miguel couldn't complain either; he preferred the soft floor to the cold, hard ground.

"... hey, can I ask you one more thing?" Josie asked aloud, breaking the silence.

"What?" Miguel groaned.

"What's your name?"

"It's Miguel Caballero Rojo."

"Cool. I'm Josie Rizal."

"That's great. Goodnight."

"... one more teeeeensy thing."

"What?"

"Are you sure you're not a rapist? I mean, I'm sleeping over here and I just wanted to-"

"I"M NOT A RAPIST! GO TO SLEEP!"

"Okay, okay. Sheesh, grumpy..."

The two of them shut their eyes and sleep quickly overtook them. Miguel slept good for the first time in a while, and Josie slept well too. You know, considering there was a strange man in her room and all.

Google Translate helps me find funny Spanish stuff to say. Hooray, Internet!

Tune in next time as Miguel spills his guts about why he likes to beat people up. Or will he...?