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.

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Around an hour later we can see her with a few shopping bags, of which several were clothing and shoes, and some other were supplies for her house. In certain moments the same image of our beloved British blond of the baritone with blue eyes and warm smile came up to her mind, every time that happens she shakes her head to appart him, in that moment while she was doing so, she crashed against someone dropping their stuff accidentally.

—I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention... —Helena apologized

—Don't worry, I'm fine —the person said

The person against she crashed was blonde, Latin american, green eyes... a so called...

—Shakira? —she asked surprised —I'm Helena, it's a pleasure...

Both women passed their hands with a smile, then helped each other with their stuff while they talked a bit awkwardly, once they were done, our red-haired protagonist was decided to say goodbye and walk way until the blonde woman suggested to go to a Starbucks café near there, around two blocks from where they were. As not everyday you step onto a famous artist and this one offers you to go to drink a coffee, appart of needing a few friends, she wanted her daughter turn green of envy with a pic with Shakira. Under any circunstances she WON'T do the same with Chris because thousands of millions of reasons. Now they were heading to Starbucks, they had to leave their stuff in their respective cars to be free.

For several minutes to an hour later, they were talking about actual topics that passed to be random things to end up talking about their children... a sad smile that didn't go unnoticed curved on her face... just remember a sacrifice uncountable times bigger than hers just made her feel sad... in fact, it could be said that what she lived stayed as an emotional skar...

—What's wrong Helena? —her companion asked

—It's nothing just... I'm just thinking in a few things... I rather not to talk about it...

—No problem —she said smiling —. You were talking about your daughter, can you keep going?

—It's complicated describe her, I can say that she's a girl trapped in the body of a young woman —she said —Literally. —she thought

—Oh, something like a so-called Chris Martin or something like that? —a familiar voice asked at Helena's back

The Colombian singer looked over Helena's shoulder, smiling, she looked back to find herself with the blue-eyed man, Shakira smiled as she dragged an empty chair of another table to let him sit with them, he approached sitting on the middle, something that didn't pass unnoticed by the blonde artist was the very tiny fact that he was a little bit more near to Helena, hiding her mischief she smiled. It could be seen that our beloved British singer was in a very good mood as he was smiling from the bottom of his heart, his eyes had a warm shine, while our protagonist had a slight blush on her face and her lips painted in a soft crimson.

—Hey Chris —the blonde woman greets

—Hey Shak, Helena —he said looking at his neighbour with a wide smile

The fact that they knew each other surprised both the blond man as the Latin American artist, obviously they were curious to know a bit...

—From where do you know each other —Shakira asked interested, hiding a hint of mischief bigger than the last one

— We're neighbours since a month ago —Chris said —, in fact she lives next to my house, for faith things, we've just met yesterday... and she cooks amazingly.

—Wow... world has become a small place...

—Universe is the same... —Helena mumbled

For the smile that the British man curved, it can be said that he heard her.

—What are you doing around? —the red-haired woman asked

—I was coming back from Warner studios because of that affair with the guys, I passed by here wanting some coffee, I stepped out of my car, I got in, saw you two and asked to myself "Why not to say hello to a pair of friends?" And you have me here now.

Both women smiled to have a calm talk, the time passed between smiles and happiness, talking about anecdotes and other stuff... Chris' phone rang.

—I'm sorry, Phil wants to see me to talk about something, I have no idea why but he wants me now. I'll see you later.

He quickly ran to the exit, just a few seconds later he ran in again after he reminded that he didn't drink his coffee yet, he went to the counter, ordered a cappuccino, ten minutes later he got out running as if the Devil was chasing him. She smiled with a slight hint of sadness, a strange feeling was place around there, she liked at the same time she hated it, she wasn't sure what was what she was or could feel... something that her new friend asked brought her back to reality...

—Sorry... did you say something? —Helena asked

—No, I didn't say anything... why? —Shakira answered

—Nothing... I thought that you asked something to me...

—Don't worry, it happens —she said smiling —. Hey, if you want you can come with me to a place to meet my friends.

—Where?

—Just say "Yes" or "No" already.

A "Ok" was valid to pay the coffees and follow her, a few minutes later they arrived to a block with a huge sign that said "The Voice", both got down of their vehicles and got in, Helena felt slightly nervous, three people were placed there talking about who knows what, of which, if Alicia was present, would be staring at one of them with a face of "You're no longer sexy" and "Shit man... what the fuck did you do with your hair?"

—Hello guys —the blonde woman greeted —, she's Helena and she's a new friend. Helena, they're Blake Shelton, Usher and Adam Levine.

They greeted warmly, when she saw Adam Levine with... blond hair... reminding directly to her daughter screaming madly out loud things like: "What the fuck did you do with your hair?!", "What... the hell... with dat hair...", "You aren't sexy like before...", "WHAT?!" and another bunch of overreacted things. It didn't help hold a small chuckle, hinting the curiosity of her new friends...

—I'm sorry, but I just couldn't stop thinking on some reactions from part of my daughter. She's a fan of some bands incluiding Maroon 5, when she heard about your... dye... she was complaining for around an hour and a half. Literally. She tends to overreact and she's also a bit crazy...

Her phone rang, she picked it up and even without the speaker the voice of a young woman screaming "I'm not crazy!!" could've been heard. Everyone just gave a deadpanned expression.

—I didn't really think that fans would take it too serious —Adam said still surprised for the sudden call —, but I don't give a flying fuck what people says about it. —he grinned

—And you won't believe how furious she was... something she shouted was...:

"Even if it hurts to admit, Adam looked more sexy and badass with his black hair and tatoos, even more than Chris and Guy! But not anymore!! (TT^TT)

There were laughs when they heard the words of Helena's daughter, in fact who was laughing the most was Adam himself, who had a face of "Bitch plz I'm still fabulous even if you don't like it", then...

—You have to be kidding —a familiar voice said—, you can't be serious

She turned around to see certain person that she didn't really expect to see until the next day, blond, you know... and for some holy reason, she should have waited that...

—Hey Chris —Adam greets

—Wow, maybe in a random shop, in a random restaurant of the whole state or the country, even in my room I would have waited to see you... —it only took two nanoseconds for him to realize what he said, blushing too much with it —But here? I wasn't really expecting to find you in this place, what do you think Helena?

The three remaining men just looked with a deadpanned expression, both Chris and Helena looked disimulating to Shakira, who was looking at everywhere with a smile mixed with mischief and complicity. Weird, but that was what they could see for her expressions.

—From where do you...? —Usher was going to ask

—We're neighbours in Malibu —Chris replied —, in fact she lives next to my door since a month ago, but because of life stuff we just met yesterday...

—Didn't Phil call you? —Helena asked

—Yeah but it wasn't anything important. He just wanted to talk with me about something.

The group just raised both eyebrows to shrug slightly, then started to talk for a long while to somehow end up arguing about weird stuff or non-sensical stuff like why unicorns should be real or the reason of the infinity of the human stupidity, some minutes later we could see them playing an English hideout with the seats of the coaches, if someone moves, the person sitting could throw a tomato, only God knew where did they take out a bag. Something perfect to upload to YouTube if someone had the opportunity in fact.

An hour later we can see how they went to a "hidden" room with a keychain, all of them with a wide smile in their faces and with traces of tomato juice, showing a storage full of market karts, foam, fries, toilet paper... and a good bunch of other stuff... the mystery of the bag of tomatoes was solved. Did I mention that Chris was always against using food to fight but somehow ends up involved? Anyways...

—What's all of this? —the red-haired woman asked surprised

—Well, the forum is ours when the dudes of the NBC aren't here —the dyed blond man explained —, we sabotaged the security system putting pics from when there's literally no one here and do whatever we want.

—And this is almost the only secure place where the paparazzis doesn't exists... —Blake said relieved

—And the fans —Usher said

Helena thought about it, people following you from there to there without care a damn about your life... they looked at each other at the same time they shrugged reminding, imagining or thinking about it. For a minute their skin bristled, in the case the fans are wild as hell, if one was able to escape from an attack of fans with scratches, some bruises and maybe with a sprained bone, it was luck, the contrary was end up at the hospital in the ER near to see the light.

What was left of the day was completely funny, the adulthood was nothing but a mere state as the child always will be there present even if we don't want to, everyone looked like a group of children with five years or even less, our protagonist was particulary happy for having made a group with Shakira and Chris, winning for so close to the group of Blake, Adam and Usher, 10-9 to be more exacts. In one of these they played the English hideout again with the couches, but this time throwing balloons full of body paint, in another of these racing with the karts, and that's how it went.

Now there was the most tedious work ever: Clean up. The place was a wonderful dissaster elevated to the umpteenth pontency, basically everything was turned upside down —metaphorically, of course—, the group, appart of being the closest thing to a Russian salad, smelled like food and paint, curiously enough Helena just smelled like honey and Chris to blue mint, while the rest of the stage was full of toilet paper, paint and other stuff...

—Great. We have to clean up now. —Usher complained

The Martin-Galiano duo, as they really looked like a duo because the way in which they behave, were already coming with some stuff to start to clean, the more faster they get started, the faster they would end. Around a two and a half hours later they were finally done with the goddamn cleaning, while they were doing a lot of stuff to not die of boredom, they plugged the mics to sing a bit or tell bad jokes that ended up making them laugh; and even if she was between new friends —to top, singers—, Chris somehow convinced her to sing, if she did something wrong they would just start to sing a parody, making her feel more confident and smile.

—We're finally done... —the blue-eyed man said. Sigh

—I'm normally a fan of the cleaning but this time I would've rather to let it pass... —Helena said —this is too much... even for me...

The phone of one of them started to ring, Blake took out his phone and took a look, everyone got near to see what was he watching, the feed of a video of some people around with cameras were stalking around...

—NOOOOOO!! —almost everyone shouted

—Why are there paparazzis near?! —Adam shouted nervous —We can't let them see us in this way!! And how the fuck do they know we're here if we also hid our...?! —his gaze went directly to Blake's —Tell me you fucking hid your monster truck...

Before anyone could punch anyone, another situation and slight problem just appeared and all of the gazes just went directly to Helena... she felt weirded out, but: IF the paparazzis —that looked too much to belong to that program of TMZ— sees her along Chris in the way they were, they would say whatever stupidities in their programs incluiding that she was Chris' girlfriend. How lucky she was.

An hour and a half later of planifications, the sun was setting and there weren't any plans, Adam offered to sacrifice Blake for a better reason, and as he indeed didn't hide his monster truck, he took all the responsability and went out, got into his truck and drove away fast as hell followed by the paparazzis, once the alarm of "clear zone" beeped, they all rushed to their cars still looking like Russian salad, turning their engines on and drove away, all of them laughing by the way.

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When she returned to her home, she went to the bathroom to take a shower for a while, decided to clean everything that was upon her head, it was curious the fact that she felt like the smell of honey was still impregned on her body; once she was done, closed the tap of the shower and got out, drying her hair with a towel, dressing a sleeping dress ready to take all the stuffs out of the car, before she could get the garage, the bell rang... for 4th time in the day she saw Chris... who was still dirty...

—Hey Chris, what's up?

—Well... there's no water in my house and I wanted to know if you would allow me to take a shower here. Believe me if I tell that Gwyneth sees me like this she will kill me, even if she's not at home right now...

—Do you want me to wash your dirty laundry too? —she asked crossing her arms with a smirk

Chris' face started to turn red as he nervously laughed and asked her if she could, Helena just giggled and rolled her eyes with a smile and allowed him to get in, watching a bag with his clean clothes, soap, shampoo and hair conditioner, the smell of blue mint flooded the distance of a metter refreshing her lungs, then gestured him to take him to her bathroom; a really good while later he came out again using his famous Make Trade Fair white t-shirt, beige shorts and sandals, his short curly blond hair was shining like the sun under the white light as he just cleaned it from all what it had, and his eyes just seemed to have a deep blue shine, full of calm like the sea... something that really called her attention was the fact that he still smelled like blue mint...

—Thank you for allowing me to use your bathroom —he said

—No problem, I think I would've done the same... —she answered

Then she felt something curious, something warm and soft on her forehead and what felt like fingertips on her left cheek, although it just were a few miliseconds she could feel it... for some particular motive, the effect of have seen the blond man disappear and reappear like it was nothing... and if it was just her imagination?

—Do you have any plans? —he asked

—No, but I still have to get some stuff out of my car.

—I'll help you.

Something she learned that same day was when he offers himself to help, he was directly saying that he will do it even if she doesn't wants to, as he was on his way to the garage, without saying anything she followed him, a while later we can see them enjoying a good vegan sandwich as dinner.

—Ok, even the sandwiches you prepares it better than Gwyneth —Chris said

—Liar —Helena said

—It's the truth, she has her limits with her food, you seem like you take all the freedom even to prepare something as simple as a sandwich... it's like you know simplicity in person —Do you have any plans for tomorrow? —she shook her head, he keeps talking —: Well, as you already know my friends from The Voice, I wanted to invite you to know my closests friends tomorrow.

—Tell me the hour and I'll be there —she answered in signal of affirmation

—No. I'll take you tomorrow, I'll pass with my driver at... maybe 10:00 AM?

She just nodded, internally nervous, metally disorientated but regulary good, the blond man smiled to end up leaving. Once that happened the red passed to Helena's face, feeling weird with some butterflies in her stomach...

And if maybe, just maybe she was in love for him...?

—I don't think so...

When she looked him to his eyes she noticed a particular shine, calmed, that was making her feel relaxed and happy, that bright was from these people... she shook her head to appart "that" of her head...

—I think I had too much activity for today... —she thought out loud

She went upstairs, lied down, feeling totally tired for the crazy activity of the day. For some reason she felt spied for someone, but downplaying it, turned the lights off... the room was left dimly illuminated thanks to the stars and the moonlight entering by the window, dimmed by the curtains...

In that exact moment of transition from vigil to dream... felt something soft, humid but warm sitting affectionately on her lips...