ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘

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Tonight the sky has a beautiful periwinkle hue. It is our last night out camping. It's peaceful. I hear some cricket chirping in the trees and the breeze is cool and refreshing.

"My Abuela always told me these amazing stories at night," Miguel says, turning his head sideways to look at me. We are lying on our backs side by side, staring up at the sky.

"Like what?" I ask curiously. He licks his lips and smiles.

"There was one," he says. "She always told me in the night. It was called La Llorona. Quite a frightening story actually, but it was my favorite."

"Tell it to me," I whisper.

"Ok."

He doesn't talk for a minute and I feel his hand brush mine as he makes himself comfortable on the blanket underneath us. Tingles of electricity go up my arm and my stomach flips over.

"So?" I prompt, anything to distract me from these sudden feelings.

"Right," he begins. "The story is basically about this beautiful woman who refused to marry anyone from her town believing she was too good for them. One day a random foreigner came and she married him. But like all stories the husband soon begins to drink and starts going off with another woman and stuff. When he gets home, tired from work he doesn't spend time with his wife and instead plays with their two children. Blinded with rage and heartbreak the woman takes her two children and throws them into a river" I gasp. 

"She immediately regrets it and in her haste to retrieve them from the fast moving current she falls to her death. The legend says that she still haunts the riverbank and cries out to her children. When we were little we were always made believe that La llorona might come and take us away at night if we did not behave. Of course that was just a useful story for the parents." he laughs.

"But, it's not real is it?" I ask feeling goosebumps raise on my arms. Miguel smiles at me and shakes his head.

"Probably not, but some people have claimed that they have heard her, wailing in the night, calling out in pain." he wiggles his dark eyebrows and I can't help noticing how sexy he is. His dreamy eyes, his full lips. God. His smile. I must have been staring a little too long because he smirks and blinks lazily. I blush and sigh turning my face towards the sunset.

"Can I join you guys?" a soft deep voice startles me. I turn my head and see Alex standing there, hot as ever. And he wants to join us, as in lie down right next to me.

"Sure," I choke out and scoot over so there is more room. As a result I almost end up on top of Miguel which is potentially even worse.

Alex settles down and I find myself sandwiched between the two boys that I feel the most nervous around.

"Dude, where are the others," Miguel asks Alex, talking over me.

"Getting high I think," he answers casually. 

WHAT? I sit up abruptly.

"Getting high" I say, my voice sounds abnormally high pitched. Alex looks amused.

"Relax," he says. "I think they are like smoking or something, your friend isn't though. She's getting friendly with Chey." I blush a little and lie back down. I should have known. Vitoria is not that stupid.

"What about you?" I ask for the sake of conversation. I really like hearing his voice.

"Nah, I don't do that stuff." For some reason that makes me like him even more. 

Suddenly I feel a drop of water fall on my nose. I look around and stretch out my hands.

"It's raining?" I ask but before anyone can say anything else the sky lets loose and it starts to pour.

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