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by PhelpsFeels
by PhelpsFeels
                                    
                                              May 5, 1997
                          A 13 year-old Fernando ran up his stairs following practice, a smile spreading on his face, having been told by his madre that Catalina was in his messy room. The last time he had cleaned it up was probably a week ago, but with Catalina he was okay with it. He could be himself with her.
                          He burst through the door, his happy expression falling to his knees as he saw Catalina's tear-stained face.
                          "Dios mío," he gasped, scrambling up to the bed. 
                          Usually, she would've punched him and told him to shower first and get the sweaty stench away from her, but that day she let him be. And that was how Fernando knew that chaos had occurred.
                          "Catalina, que pasa?" he cooed softly.
                          "Nada," she rubbed at her chocolate eyes, trying to rid them of the red tinge they had taken from crying, but only making it more obvious.
                          He shook his head, pulling her close to his sweaty clothes. But he didn't care, it was Catalina after all.
                          At that sweet gesture, Catalina simply burst into tears, and Fernando found himself hopeless in consoling her. He decided to just hold her firmer, and let her talk when she felt like doing so.
                          Maybe half an hour of Fernando singing their sweet Spanish lullaby in her ear, brushing back her brown locks occasionally, Catalina finally spoke up.
                          "Have you ever wished that you had a guy friend and not a girl friend?" she whispered quietly.
                          Shock embracing his charming features, he shook his head furiously, "Of course not. Why would you ever ask such a question?"
                          Her bottom lip quivered as she managed a reply, "The boys in my class said that I was the one dragging your name down being a girl."
                          Her soft brown eyes watched as Fernando's usually calm expression turned to that of pure rage, "How dare they!" he growled, "What they just did showed that you are better than them all."
                          She hung her head low, "It's alright if you don't want to hang out anymore," she mumbled, "I'd understand perfectly fine. You need guys more than myself."
                          He squeezed her tight, softly stroking her luscious hair, whispering over and over again in her ear, "Eres el único que necesito; you're the only one I need," for Fernando was not a teenager to tell lies.
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