A/N: I'll make this clear; I wrote this story when I was 14 years and later redacted the story becaude an unholy amount of plotholes and contradictions, so, it might get crazy in some parts.

Besides, I was new here on Wattpad when I first wrote this, it first started ok but then the clichés stories started to arrive and I said "What's one of the most cliché plots ever? Oh yeh, your famous neighbour. Let's see what the fuck is gonna come out". Anyways, enjoy.

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Life can be very strange sometimes, the dreams, the faith, the twists, stuff like that; those twists sometimes can be beneficial or harmful to everyone, depending of the decisions that one goes choosing through their lives.

She thought that her life was a bit... chaotic. An jerk going out almost every night to drink beer, staying at home sleeping during days without supporting anything in the economical way, and a daughter entering yet in the teenager stage, 13 years almost 14; nice, loving with her, but pretty irresponsible with a bit of cynicism.

Or that's what she thought...

Everyday was the same: underlivered homeworks, complainings of the teachers for this and that even if she was smart and one of the most calmed students in her class, underarchievements om the exams... between another two thousand and one more things. She never punched anyone, but according to the statements of some people, she was close to do that more than once. At least, some of the complainings were like it.

How big was the twist of the destiny when a bunch of weird people attacked and kidnapped her, tying her up and gagging her, leaving her alone, scared in a jail... a tall young woman, long jet-black hair to her knees tied in a low ponytail, light brown eyes and a brown monkey tail, she was using a fabric mask covering half of her face down, a black vest closed to the half, under it a navy blue t-shirt, fingerless combat gloves covering her whole arm to the elbow and boots that resembled more to sandals, aparently she was coming to help her... when she was going to open the door bad stuff started to happen...

A strange creepy woman appeared, the young woman looked at her with nervousness, with a small hint of fear... A strong dispute in base of punch unleashed, at the beginning it seemed that the young woman had all the advantage, but the things started to turn to the opposite side; the creepy woman was smashing the strenght and hopes of her enemy and fill her with the most great of the despairs, at the point she nade her hide under a pile of rocks wanting to stay alive.

A new twist happened when a divine-like aura, golden and as shining as the sun itself, but roaring with pure fierceness like a lion appeared, the fight balanced, to go turning to the side of the young woman, whi obtained an epic victory... a giant golden humanoid with the shape of a woman surrounded and protected the young woman, the humanoid had four arms stuck to the elbows, in one of the hands of the right side it had a bottle of sake (1) where a blade of golden fire was coming out, and in the other arm of the left side was holding a golden spiral shield; inside she was looking at the sky with a pacific smile and the mask completely tattered, slowly she turned around starting to move to her heavy and tiredly, the humanoid was devolving in evolution, making both arms disappear and making appear some sort of spear that she made spin into her direction, disintegrating the bars and setting her free... the young woman got in, with a tired gaze, tattered clothing almost in totality, completely injured, but with a small smile...

The woman walked backwards a bit of too afraid, until she reached a wall behind, the young woman raised her left arm, her hand full of blood, at the same time that a few lines were dripping out of the corner of her lips, she placed the hand under the chin of the woman, as she was taller than her she raised her gaze to look directly to her eyes; the brown eyes full of fear of the woman met a strange pattern of purple circles as eyes, some tears were falling down these strange pair of eyes... the young woman mumbled something before she passed out to the ground almost dead... she heard the words, but she didn't understand, after examinate her better, she bursted violently into tears...

Everything she thought she knew was nothing but the curtain of a play to hide the other act, one she never thought possible or even real... that young woman who risked her life to save hers... it wasn't anyone else but her own daughter, but with a mature appearance... Yes, she saw her own daughter risking her life to save her... Several days later after being in a hospital recovering, she decided to tell her all the truth, revealing too that she officially had 18 and not 13 as she looked. In these —cold— days where her daughter was resting at the hospital, she decided to kick that dude out of her house that made her break her back without helping; of course the man thought that it was a joke, but thanks to her ex —better said, her daughter's father who also was someone with who hadn't spoken after years—, she kicked him out pretty easily.

Time passed, mother and daughter enjoyed their time for two months, during all of that time she just kept thinking on what happened with to that same point: her daughter didn't need her anymore since she was eight years old knowing how to take care of herself in every aspect, and now she had a boyfriend; deciding to do one thing: Remake her life... when she told the decision to her daughter, she felt horrible, at the point that she wanted to move with her, the mother convinced her to stay and live with her friends, the daughter promised to visit her whenever she could.

It took around two days to find a beautiful house by the shore of the beaches of Malibu, California; a beautiful house with two floors, with a balcony in her room and a door leading directly to the beach, the house looked more like to a small mansion, another two days to pay everything thanks to the millionaire-as-hell father of the young woman —who also gave her an unlimited credit card and a Jeep—, and a whole day to move all the luggage and stuff. In the house next door that looked like a duplex, in one of the windows near to the beach, she seemed to have seen somebody looking throught the window, she knew that it was a man that looked at her in a bad way... minus importance to that, she decided to start a new life... a more peaceful life...

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

The alarm started to beep, waking her up and bugging her a bit of too much, heavily opened her eyes while stretched her arm searching for the damn device, the colour of the walls weren't helping too much, even less the white curtains from where the sunlight was filtering, illuminating the place a bit more.

Lazily she stood up, stretched, made her bed, took a shower to wake up better, changed her clothing to go out and jog for a while... she first looked to a mirror, the woman was brunette, red-haired, brown eyes, not so tall —1,60 mts— yet slim, then she just walked away to jog for a while. Around 40 minutes later she was coming back, walking calmly while the sea accompanying serene, he passed in front of the duplex and stopped walking, thinking on something very probably: if the house was on sale, surely her daughter would buy it to move next to her door along her boyfriend, if she couldn't live under her roof, then at least they could be neighbours...

Then she thought how empty her house was without her, calling her at every moment, listening to her music at tope volume, behaving like one of the biggest fangirls of Coldplay, fron time to time fighting a bit for certain tastes, or putting her songs as loud as she could only to annoy her a bit... now she realized, she never met the owners of the house, and she always could her the sound of an accoustic guitar interpreted with such a incredible amount of melancholy, or a piano, smooth and calm but charged with the same feelings of the other instrument, in other times she could see a blonde woman with a pair of kids, a girl of 9-10 years and another with 7-8...

—Hello? —a deep, male voice said behind her

She turned around and saw a blond man with blue eyes, tall, metter and eighty six to be exact, 37 years, Brittish, he weared a white t-shirt, pants and sneakers, along a pair of piercings on both ears. Although have a small smile upon his face she could notice a bit of anger in his look, hidden and trying not to come out as he was angry with the world, and another thing about what she was sure was that her daughter would get nuts if she see him...

—Hello —she said with a smile

The blond man seemed to be confused for some reason, while she just kept smiling confident.

—Sorry if I sound rude but why are you looking like that at my house? —he asked a bit annoyed

—Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know that this is your house, I was just thinking that if your house was on sale my daughter wouldn't have any doubts on moving here —she said in a slightly melancholic tone —I'm Helena... Helena Mercedes Galiano...

—Christopher Anthony John Martin, but everyone calls me Chris.

Both passed their hands, when one took the hand of the other felt a strange but nice warm traveling through their nervous systems, feeling security from the other; it was odd and curious, but totally true...

—Now that I noticed, aren't you the new neighbour? —Chris asked

—Yes... I moved around a month ago... —Helena answered —I live in that house —she pointed at her house

—Oh, there wouldn't be a problem if we go to talk there, right? I just want some privacy and also avoid some sort of problems... it's uh... I just don't want to pass my bad luck to somebody else... that's all...

Helena smiled in signal of affirmation, both went to the house in silence, got in and sat down on the couches, when they finally overcame with one or another initial awkwardness, started to talk slowly until they established some trust, giving place to a nice chat, from time to time with Chris telling bad jokes that ended up giving some laughs, the time passed quickly and steady, until the clock hit 11:30 AM; she stood up and went to the kitchen followed by the British blond, before he could pass through the door frame, he was stopped by the woman

—Don't believe because I act normal I don't know who you are —she told him —, I'm completely aware of your background in the kitchen because of my daughter Alicia, she told me that you almost burned your house down trying to cook something, I'm not willing to run the risk of lose my house with you in my kitchen.

Red, that was the colour painted with a lot of intensity on Chris' face, who curved a really nervous smile, at the point that it was evident his desire of vanishing of the face of the earth in that moment.

—Your daughter is a fan of...?

—She knows prettu much everything about all of you, she really loves your music because it saved her life many times in the past. At least what I know about is that you almost died in an incident in the Desert of the Sahara in 2005, that Jonny... I think, is afraid of sheeps, Will is a fan of Game of Thrones and Guy likes animals but they makes him sneeze.

—Ok first: The Sahara thing was because we were landing in the middle of a sandstorm... —for some reason it sounded like fandoms —; second: it's true, Jay hates sheeps because a trauma when he was a kid and the last thing: You are heartless if you don't like animals.

—Just wait in the living room.

He smiled a bit to stay in the living room watching series on Netflix, around an hour and something later, she placed a pair of plates for them, the meal: vegetarian spaghetti. A tempting and succulent smell came off the food, which temptingly invited to try a bite, the woman observed to the blond man carefully, he was apparently hungry, he entangled a bit the spaghetti around his fork and ate it, when he placed it in his mouth, he froze for several moments, to sketch a happy smile, he swallowed and started to eat more but without losing his elegance and modals.

—I can't believe it... you cook like my mom... —he said smiling —I swear that this is incredibly delicious, not even Gwyneth is able to cook like you. It looks so simple but... but...

—I'm a mother Chris, I always give my best when I'm going to cook.

—And your daughter?

Her smile faded for a moment, looking down for a pair of seconds.

—She's not living with me anymore... —she said—she's already 19 years... she helped with the move when I first arrived to the city...

Chris just felt as he touched a touchy subject... he cleared his throat trying to make the awkward feeling go away.

—Oh... uh... don't you want me to help you with the dishes? I don't have any problems in helping you with it.

Helena felt strange with the proposal, Chris offered himself to help her with the dishes, before she could even say a word he already stood up with his dirty dishes to the sink, placing the pan and the strainer also under the water tap and started to clean, without saying anything he started to dry with a towel what was already clean to later place the things in their respective place, around 15-20 minutes later they were done, from there they walked back to the living room.

—Thanks for helping me...

For a moment Chris looked at her, like he was analyzing her...

—Helena, for the tone of your voice I can tell that something's bothering you, if it is because I helped you with the dirty stuff don't worry, it was a pleasure to help you.

He looked at her with a smile, she did the same, unintentionally both looked to the other's eyes for long seconds... the woman only looked at these pairs of blue eyes that seemed to give off happiness or something similar she couldn't figure out what it was, when she blinked, she was released of the spell that the blond man seemed to have launched with only looking to her eyes.

—I'll see you later Helena, I have things to do... and it was a real pleassure to meet you.

Both stood up and went to the door, when the blue-eyed man walked away, she allowed a small blush paint on her face... she saw him directly to his eyes, finding a peculiar shine, something curious that she didn't know what it was...

"If you look someone directly to their eyes you'll be able to see how pure is their soul"

The words of her —sometimes wise, sometimes irreverent—daughter came up to her mind, she went to take another shower to take off the dry sweat of her body, the water falling softly upon her brunette skin refreshed and calmed her, several questions started to form in her mind, along the curiosity of finding the reason of the strange and peculiar shine in Chris' eyes... once she got out, she got dressed again as she kept watching some television...

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Four hours later she walked out to the beach and take a bit of fresh air, it was beautiful, a few clouds like cottom passed in the sky, the salty smell of the sea, rooking softly the shore with the waves was very pleasant, far from there we could see a surfist disappearing behind a wave to appear at the top of it, jumping out of there once the wave disappeared to wait for another one, now she was dressing a cream dress for the beach.

Suddenly she thought how much everything changed since she left her problems behind, she finally had a lot of time to herself, without stress, responsabilities, expenses appart of the basics... reminding that she used to be fat, now she had a more decent figure that was making her look better. Smiles. In front of Chris' house there were three persons sitting over a towel, two were a boy and a girl, both were blond, she approached and greets.

—Hello.

A blonde woman, apparently the mother of the children stood up and greeted too.

—Hello, you must be the new neighbour. I'm Gwyneth.

Gwyneth passed her hand and presented her two children: Apple and Moses, she presented herself too, the blonde woman apologized saying that she had planned to pass to her house but because a lack of time she couldn't do it before, Helena didn't really care about it and told that it was completely understandable, both sat down and started to talk for a bit, then...

—Dad! Get out of there right now! —Apple shouted

Both looked to the ocean, to see that the same surfist we saw before was inside a tube of water getting closed quickly, apparently he wouldn't be able to get out of there in time.

—Christoher Anthony Jon Martin! Get out of there quickly! —Gwyneth shouted

We can see now how the wave was closing with the blond inside of it, for the atonished surprise of both woman and children... that wave swallowed completely, without mercy, dragging him to the bottom... "Chris Martin, the singer of Coldplay dies drown after being plasted by a wave, his body was dragged to the bottom of the ocean and his hasn't been found yet." She already could see that as the title of the next day...

Something inside her felt broken, she didn't know what it was nor why, she just felt like it just was, she did everything to ignore the cries of both children, who were destroyed but being supported by their mother, who was trying to seem strong, her eyes became crystallines, something was coming floating to the shore, it was a surf table, the family recognized it... it was from the blond man...

The rope that was keeping him on the table was loose, both children started to cry more while she nailed the surfing table against the sand. Everyone were so in their thoughts at the point they didn't see someone getting out of the water a few metters away from them, after getting dry like a dog the person approached to the group that was crying; tall, blond, neoprene suit...

—What's the matter with you? —asked

Everyone saw fron where the voice came, it wasn't no one but Chris, alive, untouched and alive, with a smirk upon his face, his children hugged him happily. Gwyneth and Helena just stared at him for a good while, when he was going to ask something to both women, from far away we could hear a loud shout, if we go back to the scene, we can see him in an awkward position against the sand, with a smoky bump in his head, both women held their fists furious in the air.

—Are you an idiot or a suicide?! —Helena shouted angrily, surprising everyone —What the heck is your problem to scare us like that?!

He stood up caressing the bump in a bit of pain...

—I jumped off before the wave smashed me.

—You're a real knucklehead blond... besides you are exactly like Alicia with this... —Helena mumbled, first angry, but then with a hint of sadness

—Alicia? —Gwyneth asked

—Her daughter —Chris answers —, by the way, since when do you know each other?

—Since a while ago, and you're not in possition to talk... —the blonde woman said —I still have no clue why I'm still concerning every single time you do this if you have...

—Luck, I have some luck.

—To the house. Now, we'll talk later.

Chris walked to the house like a scolded kid to the house while he took his surfing table away, it didn't matter if certain winner of the Oscar was his ex wife, that didn't prevent him of feeling a bit afraid when she was angry, before she got more angry he ran inside, while the other said goodbye with a smile, they passed their numbers and after some chuckles everyone went on their side.

The brunette woman was thinking in stuff, for example, Chris' strange behaviour, something that she was sure about was the fact that in a beginning, the British blond when he saw her seemed to have confused her as a paparazzi, as she felt hostility in his gaze, but later she felt something else in these pair of blue eyes, later that fake smile that was replaced later for one sincere and happy.

Alicia commented her that he got expelled fron the band for the affair of his divorce with Gwyneth, aside of that, he got into a certain depression he tried not to show, showing a screen where everything was working fine while everything was really falling down in large pieces, reaching certain point where she heard that when he wasn't on the program of "The Voice", he was locked in his house doing only-God-knows-what...

But for some reason, somethong seemed to change...

—I don't think so... It's just my imagination telling me weird stuff...

"Get ready for the tomorrow, you never know what can happen next, destiny gives unexpected twists with some people, at rhe point that you maybe end up where you never thought about..."

Again another bunch of words of her daughter hovered around her mind, it was true, you never know what the future could bring, in a moment you can be enjoying life and everything, but in others you can be sinking in the deepest depts of the abyss. Something that also recalled her attention was that inmature character that he had back there outside, that scare which he came up to give to his family with the wave reminded him a lot to her own daughter, mature and inmature. She smiles, stops smiling, smiles again.

A smooth blush again painted her face, making her smile a bit more. A few butterflies flew in her stomach making her feel.. happy... she never thought feel, or better say, feel it again...

She didn't know that her life was just starting...

And none of them knew that the world had something interesting prepared for them...

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(1) Sake: It is a Japanese alcoholic drink

A/N: So, yes. First chapter. I hope you like it.