This isn't another typical story of your neighbour

2: The voice in my heart

A/N: I'll admit that my stupidity doesn't know about limits... and now that I'm back translating and re-reading everything after 2 years I feel very stupid. Whatever.

I was going to publish it along a new chapter of A L I E N S but I haven't really worked a lot on it and, why not a chapter now?

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The next day she got prepared to go to Los Angeles to travel a while, make some clothes shopping and a few supplies, between a few other stuff. After her daily walk, a medium lunch to not feel sick for the long walk that was coming, and a shower, she was ready to leave.

In every moment there was certain British blond man of blue eyes around her mind, she could see him showing his back sitting on a rock with a space for one more person, his gaze directly lost onto the horizon looking to the sunset without saying anything, like he was waiting for her to sit down at his side... these times where he turned around to look at her with his shining blue eyes along a warm smile, it was because she was able to push him away from her thoughts.

She sighed and went to her Jeep in the garage scratching her neck, part of her was curious to know what were these weird noises that she heard last night because there was nothing when she checked, she opened the door of the garage to let the vehicle get to the street while she tried to turn the engine on, but the motor didn't even try to turn on, something that was weird as hell as it was really new —literally, it only had a month of use—. Several attemps later she just sighed deeply and hit her head against the steering wheel defeated...

—Helena? Are you there? —a voice spoke

She looked to the rearview finding a blond man with blue eyes at a side of the entrance, she got out of the vehicle with a smile while raised a hand in signal of greeting.

—Hey Chris, how are you?

—I'm fine, and it seems that you have problems with your van...

Before she could give an affirmative answer, he got near the motor and opened the car hood starting to look around, at simple view everything seemed to be in perfect conditions, then he found a pair of cables that looked like these were chewed...

—I think that a rat got into the engine of your vehicle why you were asleep —he said —, something scared it and couldn't keep eating the rest. I can fix it if you have some duct tape and a pair of pliers.

She walked to search for what he needed, thinking that maybe it was what she heard last night, a while later she came back with the necessary tools, he first cut the chewed parts, later peeled the cables leaving a bit of exposed copper, he unites both parts and covered it with the duct tape, he asked to the woman to turn the engine on, when she did it, it worked.

—Thank you —she said —, but how did you...?

—The rat thing it's already experience —he said—, it happened to me more than once, and the mechanical part it's a family thing from part of my mom, but it never caught our attention, then we opted for different stuff, she became a music teacher and I... you know.

—Interesting...

—I know, now I got to go, my friends are calling me from Warner for the thing of the new album.

—I don't want to sound... rude? But... weren't you kicked out of the band...?

For a good while there was a silence placed in the garage of 5x5x3 metters, Chris sighed a bit while he smiled a bit, it looked fake, but in fact he was smiling with sincerity, something she didn't really expect...

—They did... —he admitted —but they allow me to help whenever it's necessary. I'll see you later.

Helena smiled as she couldn't reach to say "goodbye" because of the fact that he just run away to his house; at least the plan of going to Los Angeles wasn't ruined... again she thought in a few things... the blond man was back in her mind.