Coco fanfic-To Be Forgotten

The Curse

Some of you probably noticed I changed the name of chapter three. I felt that the title from the last chapter made more since for this one. So, yeah...sorry for any confusion. Without further ado, I give you chapter four. Enjoy, and please vote and review, it motivates me:)

Miguel's POV

"Did you forget how much your family loves you?"

At first, I thought that was a rather random question. It took me a few seconds to understand what he was implying, but when my brain finally filled in the missing pieces, my eyes widened.

'Is that why he's here? Because I didn't keep my promise?' I tried to remember what exactly was going through my head before Papá Héctor showed up, yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recall exactly what I was thinking. However, I knew that Papá Héctor's theory made sense.

"I think so," I whispered as I crossed my arms over my chest, and looked at the corners of the room in a desperate attempt to avoid facing him.

"Mijo," He placed his hand on my cheek, and I looked up at him. "It's alright. No harm done. I'm just glad I got to see you again." He smiled warmly at me, and I returned the gesture, glad that he wasn't upset.

"If what you're saying is true though...how can you get back to la Tierra de los Muertos?" I asked, concerned that Mamá Imelda would start to panic if he didn't return soon, as he probably just disappeared in a ball of gold—

'This is really bad.' I grabbed my hair, tugging on it anxiously, hoping I was wrong. 'Really, really—'

"Miguel, what is it?" Papá Héctor sounded worried, but I couldn't stop thinking about Mamá Imelda.

"Papá Héctor, when you showed up here, you showed up in a ball of golden light. How do you think Imelda reacted when you disappeared in one?!"

Papá Hector gaped for a moment, before slapping his forehead with a muttered curse. "If only I could see her, tell her that I'm alright!" Papá Héctor groaned, holding his head in his hands.

I thought for a moment, trying to come up with some sort of idea on how to get Papá Héctor home. 'I don't want to say goodbye, but I can't stand the thought of Mamá Imelda thinking he's...gone,' I sighed, wishing there was some way that I could be with Papá Héctor and still have the comfort of knowing Mamá Imelda was alright, and not mourning over someone she just got back.

"Maybe...if I just remember how much my family loves me...you can go back?" I suggested hesitantly. Papá Héctor stared at me at, and I wondered what he was thinking. I tried to hide my sorrow at him leaving so soon, but I knew he saw it when he gave me a sad smile and ruffled my hair.

"Hey!" I complained, batting his hands away. He laughed as I scowled, trying to flatten it as best I could. I groaned a few moments later, realizing my hair would be untamable today. With a sigh, I gave up trying to make it look more presentable, reasoning no one would see me anyways as it was a Saturday.

'That reminds me,' I scrunched up my nose in disgust as I looked at my backpack, thinking of what was inside it. 'Stupid history assignment.' Unfortunately, I hadn't been able to convince my family to get a computer yet, so I was stuck going to the library to read dozens of old books every time I had a report.

'It's so boring there, and the old ladies in charge are so mean!' I winced mentally at the thought of having to go there before next Friday, when the project was due. However, looking back at Papá Héctor, I got an idea.

"Maybe one of the books in the library can help us?" I got up and went into my closet as I got dressed for the day, putting on a pair of jeans and a dark blue T-shirt.