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porque yo quiero hacerte mía

authors note; (please don't hate my spanish i take a course on this and i'm trying my best hsksks also this took so long to do even though i had started it weeks ago ive been trying to finish it up i don't know what im doing with my life anymore, thanks u for reading n let me know what u think!)

In the mass of sweaty bodies stands both foreigners and the locals who jump in the beat of a music that plays loudly through the speakers. Salsa with a heavy beat, the atmosphere is erotic. It booms through your body and the floor; your head bobbing to the southern Latin music that plays, you're not quite sure what it is, but it has a nice bass.

Your heart thumping in your chest, a bead of sweat builds at your forehead from the intense heat and in this moment you think that you might die. With the mass of bodies, the high heat, and the music. It's all pleasant but heated.

A group of young Latinos are laughing, spinning each other in circles to the beat of the music. They look like ballerinas, born to dance in this scorching heat you can't quite imagine that they're having so much fun since you're about to implode into a ball of fire.

Where you're seated at the bar, you're breathlessly back from dancing and you think your limbs are about to fall off if you do anything more.

In the middle of the floor lies a girl with dark hair, your friend Lucy Vives who laughs loudly when some guy she's dancing with whispers something in her ear. She's dancing along with a local a,d when you meet her eyes, she gives you a goofy smile and a thumbs up, you grin back doing the same with your thumbs.

A figure comes to stand beside you, at first you take no mind of it, sipping on the drink in your hand. When you turn to look at the figure, the person is already looking at you and you notice it to be a girl. When you meet eyes she quickly turns her attention back to the dance floor.

"Girlfriend?" She asks in a questioning tone with a slight accent, not looking at you. Voice low and suave, you turn to look at the dance floor and Lucy.

"Her?" You can't help the slight laugh that escapes your lips when Lucy does a particular weird move with the guy, something that imitates Squidward's dance move with wavy hands. The tan man furrows his brows at the girl but laughs it off when Lucy mumbles something into his ear. "No, she's Lucy, she's a good friend of mine."

The woman turns to look at you, under the dim lights you catch the slight patch of sweat on her forehead, the glimmer of her dark brown eyes but most importantly the furrow of her arched brow. You conclude in that moment that this girl must be local around here seeming as though she doesn't seem effected by the heat even if it does create a thin layer of sweat on her beautiful tan skin.

You open your mouth to say something when she looks at you expectantly. It's not until she licks her lips and raises her brow that realisations dawns onto you that she doesn't understand. She must be a local who doesn't understand English. So while scratching the back of your neck awkwardly and putting down the drink in your hand, you turn to look at her.

"Her—," you motion to the dance floor, "and me." Exaggeratedly pointing to yourself with your thumbs before shaking your head. "No girlfriends."

"Ah." She nods her head and for a moment you feel proud that you could explain it to her. Not so much proud when you realise that you won't be able to speak to the beauty when there's a language barrier. She turns to you, the Latina beauty with gold eyes. "¿Como se dice eres bonita en Ingles?"

You feel stupid looking at her, throat dry when you laugh nervously. "I can't understand you when you're speaking Spanish."

Not knowing what else to do or how to explain to this woman you can't understand even though you wish you could. You turn to the bartender, pulling him aside to help you in translating to the woman.