Hi everybody, long time! Sorry for being late but in a moment of nostalgic I decided to see some of my old stories and realized I never updated this last chapter of The Broken Phone. I am really sorry.

I am thinking about update two new chapters to finish this and I am half way but I would love to know what do you guys think about it and if you really want to see more.

Thanks to everyone who sent comments this past year without me updating this story, I really appreciated it. Comments are always good for a writer soul

Fenyx

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Damn him, Betty thought. Damn him. Damn him. Damn him.

This was just, arch . . . nope. There were no words for what was happening, and this was all his fault.

First of all, he showed up out of nowhere in the middle of her blind date. How had he even found out where she was? She didn't have a clue, but the fact was, here he was and, worst of all, dressed to kill. He looked hot.

That white shirt? That was his favorite shirt—the one for his date-hunting occasions. It had been a while since the last time she saw him wearing it—if she was correct, since Renee. And now he was using it!

Those jeans? They had bought those together when he'd lost his others during their hot lasagna date. Oh, God. Yeah, those jeans were perfect for him and the problem was that this was the first time he'd ever worn them, aside from when they where at the store making sure they fit him well—and yes, they did fit him well. That day in the store, he had whispered in her ear, "Next time I wear these, it will be because I want to drag you to my apartment and never let you out of there." That was a month ago.

She would definitely kill him later tonight.

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"Oh, come on, man," insisted Bobby, dragging Daniel closer to the table. "Just one slice. This place is the best. You can never have just one slice. Come on! Sit with us." Then, turning his attention to Daniel's friend, he said, "Hey! You are that yoga teacher! In the same building as Toño's karate courses!"

"Yes," the guy said—perfect smile, short blond hair, green eyes, perfect tanned skin, about Bobby's height.

"You must be Bobby. Daniel here was telling me about you." He smiled at him, placing his left hand in Toño's arm, making him stop hugging Betty. "Hi Ant, how are you?" His eyes were soft and nice.

"Hey!" Toño's voice was high. His glass of wine was completely empty. "What are you doing here!" He didn't get up.

"Not much. Just finished today's class. I was surprised when my best student didn't show up." Now he patted Daniel's back. "But don't worry, Daniel here made up for you."

"What?" Betty, snapping out of her daydream, looked at Daniel. "Since when you do yoga?"

Hilda, seeing this was a lost cause, spoke up. "OK, I'm starving. Mami, let's get on with this date."

"You know what?" said Daniel in a relaxed tone. "I just changed my mind. Chris, you wanna stay and eat here?" And just like that, Daniel took another chair and pulled it up next to Betty. "May I, Hilda? I need some room to sit." His smile was big, his eyes angelic.

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When Betty said yes to this charade, she never expected to end up on a blind date with Daniel sitting next to her, with Hilda shooting daggers at him and Daniel responding with childish eyes and a knowing smile. Her actual date, Toño, was more focused on his pizza slice than he was her. Daniel's friend, now sitting next to Toño, was in the middle of a debate about the positive effects of yoga on pregnant woman.

"So," asked Bobby, now looking at Daniel, "since when do you guys know each other?"

"What?" Betty was confused. "You know since when, Bobby."

"Not you, Chipmunk. I mean, Daniel and Chris."

With a garlic pizza in his hand, Daniel said, "Just from today. When I went to take this yoga class that my mom insisted I take."

"I never heard your mom saying that." Betty sounded suspicious.

"Oh yes, she did. Actually a lot." He smiled at Betty, giving her a pizza slice with garlic. "You don't have anyone to kiss tonight, right? So you can eat this. It is actually pretty great." His tone was happy.

"Well, that was the main idea for tonight's date," said Hilda, grabbing the garlic pizza slice.

"Hilda!" yelled Betty. God this was a nightmare. If it weren't Daniel's indirect messages, it was her sister's direct ones!

"Wow! Let's relax everyone! Hilda, if Betty wants a pizza with garlic, let her have it!" Bobby smiled at Daniel. "So, man, you were saying . . ."

"Oh, yes." Daniel poured more wine in Betty's glass. "I met Chris and we started talking about work, family—and romance. You know?"

Betty and Toño choked.

"About my mom saying me that I never have time for family and that I'm always working. Like . . . " He glanced at Hilda. "You're always working, you're always stressed out, you never have time for your family now. And, of course." He took a sip of his wine. "She thinks that I need to get laid. But because I'm a changed man and don't go and screwing around with just any woman, she thought I needed to take some yoga courses to do something with my life."

At this, Hilda got pale, and Chris laughed a bit.

Daniel continued. "And, well, Chris and I were having a great time talking about how to reduce stress and how to avoid annoying family members and so . . . here we are, hungry and wanting some pizza."

Hilda coughed. "And of all places in the entire world, you ended up here. What a coincidence."

"Well, last time I talked to Bobby, he mentioned this place. So, thanks man, because it's really great."

Maybe he was just being mean. Bobby didn't need this. But Daniel was so upset that he wanted to mess with Hilda. Giving Bobby an apologetic glance, he continued. "But don't worry, Hilda. I don't think this is going to happen that often, right? I mean, how many times would you need to try to get your sister laid. Right?"

"Whoaaah . . . what?" Toño, who at that moment was whispering something to Chris, turned around to see Betty, who was pale. "Betty, I'm sorry . . . Oh, shit. Look, I really think you are a wonderful person. Pretty and hot. But I have to tell you, I don't think that that would happen. I mean, I just can't." He was whispering, close to her.

"What? Why not?" asked Hilda, in shock. She was clearly upset.

"Well . . . " Apparently, this was difficult for him. Looking at Chris and then smiling at Betty, Toño said, "I'm gay. Chris here is my boyfriend."

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She was going to kill him, she was going to kill him so badly. How could he? God, Bobby was a dead man!

"You." Hilda whispered at Bobby. Dead tone. "Kitchen. Now."

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Seeing Hilda dragging her husband away from the table, headed who knew where, Daniel took another slice of pizza and smiled at Chris.

When Bobby had told him about Toño's karate courses yesterday afternoon, Daniel figured he'd go over there and meet some woman who could help him get Toño off Betty's map. He never expected to find an other man leading Toño's class—a man who normally taught yoga and was actually Toño's boyfriend.

Now, apparently, everyone at the studio knew that Toño was gay, except of course his closest friend—Bobby. So when Daniel found out that Chris was Toño's boyfriend, Daniel knew that this was a winning move.

He told Chris everything about Betty and Hilda—the whole story. How he and Betty had tried to keep this secret, how for the past few weeks their families had bugged them for more time and how that had begun to complicate things.

Yes, Daniel had fallen in love with Betty. She was sexy, smart, elegant, cheesy, his best friend. Maybe his mom could say that this was happening because they where having amazing sex. But in reality, Daniel was seeing Betty, that friend he had known for four years, through new lenses. He found a more passionate woman, who was there for him, who he could tell everything. A woman who one minute was treating him like a child and the next, like the most hot and wild man in the world.

Wait . . . yes, his mom was right. What better way to take a relationship to its highest level than with sex? In this case with Betty. She already was his best friend. Now they needed something more, and that thing was, this past three months.

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Yes, Daniel was having a great time. Until Toño and Chris had decided to go home because they need some time alone. Until Hilda and Bobby were lost in the kitchen. Until it was just Betty and him, now alone at the table with nothing but a cold garlic pizza.

Yeah, Daniel had been having a great time—until he saw Betty's face, pale with red eyes. She hadn't said a word.

Carefully he put a finger on her chin.

"Betty," he said.

"Why did you do it?" She still wasn't looking at him. "Why did you put me through this, if you knew that Toño was gay?"

Time for the truth, he thought.

"Because I'm tired of this. Betty. You were going on a blind date, when you were with me," he said, taking her hand, trying to make her look up at him.

"But you didn't have to do what you did. You put me through hell with my sister. I told you that this was for my sister, not for me. And worst of all . . ." But she stopped there, not wanting to talk to him.

"Worst of all what, Betty? You did this to yourself. I know that your sister can be annoying some times, but when you are with someone, you play all your cards for that person. You don't try to see if there could be a new one."

"What?" Finally, Betty glanced at him. "Another one? You and me together?" Her breath was sharp and her eyes more dark and full of life. "Sorry, Daniel, but the last time I checked, you and I were just having sex. Good sex, but still, just sex."

His stomach ached. "It wasn't just sex, Betty, and you know it."

"Well, Daniel, how am I supposed to know? We haven't exactly talked about it."

"What?"

"Daniel. Yes, we have a really great time together. God, the sex isn't the only thing great between us! I laugh with you, I can talk with you, I love to just sleep with you! But, what am I supposed to think, when we haven't even talked about it?" She took his hand in hers. "Daniel, Hilda didn't know about you! What was I supposed to say? I never came here expecting to find someone new!"

"Well . . . why didn't you tell her, huh?" His tone serious. "My mom knows, Amanda knows, why wouldn't your sister?"

"Your mom found out because you are a terrible liar! And Amanda? Come on! Daniel, I haven't seen you trying to tell the world about us, apart from today. And you think that I want to find another one? What you just did—I didn't deserve this. I wasn't doing anything wrong, because we haven't defined anything!"

"OK," he said with resolution in his voice. "You want to talk?"

"Yes, let's talk."

"OK, we are gonna talk. Like. Right now."

"OK."

"Great." And they sat there, no one throwing the first rock.

"So?" asked Betty. "You gonna start? You are the one who wanted to talk about it."

He still sat there in shock. "I . . . well. Yeah, we need to talk. We need to decide what's going on. Because . . . I don't like the idea of you on blind dates."

"He was gay. What's the big problem with a gay blind date?"

"Nothing, when you know that the other person is, in fact, gay."

"Daniel. Get to the point please."

Maybe Betty was expecting him to make a big speech professing his love for her. Or maybe she was expecting from him to understand that she didn't do anything wrong. Maybe, Betty just wanted to move on, to just go to one of their apartments and cuddle with him and forget about this stupid blind date.

But what Betty got: a hot, slow and passionate kiss.

She did not care where she was, what was happening and why they were arguing. Betty also didn't mind that a few feet away, her sister was watching her being devoured by Daniel. She didn't care that, again, they weren't talking about their current situation.

And when they finally broke apart, they heard Hilda.

"So, do I want to know about this?"

Neither of them dared to look up at her.

"Do I need to remind you what are you? Because, co-workers—definitely not."

And in matter of microseconds, Betty saw it. Daniel's fear. Closed expression. No emotions in his eyes. No breath. Waiting for her.

She smirked. "You know what, Hilda? This date sucked. And I, for one, would love to have it end on a high note. As you said, maybe I need to get laid. But for future reference, I'm already doing that—with my boyfriend."

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Thanks for taking your time with this one :) Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you guys thought about it and if you wanr more.

Fer