In the studio both kept walking until they reached a door, she could imagine clearly and also see how her daughter would be if she was present, and that would be give a few jumps of joy as she had an excess of caffeine, thinking in that she would finally meeting her favourite band.

—Thinking about someone? —the blond man asked

She looked at him, he was smiling, Helena was a bit nervous, the blue-eyed man placed a hand upom her shoulder indicating her to just calm down... that shine was present again... smiles, he grabbed the knob of the door and turned it, opening the door. Inside of the room were —appart of several kinds of musical instruments— the members of one of the most famous bands with an extra person; they looked at her like analizing... smiles.

—Hey guys! —Chris greets

—Hi! —the others greeted

—Guys, she's Helena —the British singer presented

—It's a pleasure, I'm William "Will" Champion —Will said standing up passing his hand —. The green-eyed man with a hat, face of someone who never would break a plate and a beard similiar to a sh... —the one being described looked at him angrily, telling him not to end the word —very manly one... is Jonathan "Jonny" "Jon" "Jay" "JonnyBoy" Buckland; the Scottish black-haired man coveted by the whole fanbase is Guy Berryman, and the last one with big cheeks is...

—Phillip Christopher "Phil" Hammond Harvey —he interrupted —, the wise, handsome frightening one who tells what to do to these 7-years-old children.

He extended his hand wanting to greet her, she took it with a smile; she really felt curious about the big balloon-like red bright cheeks of the creative manager, at the point that it made her think that his grandmother always used to pinch his cheeks every time she saw him, neither didn't know why the "frightening" part, maybe she would find it out soon, and if that happens then there would find out who could be more frightening.

—So you're the famous Helena —Guy said —, Chris couldn't stop talking about you and your food yesterday.

A slight blush appeared, she looked at the blond man who was looking somewhere else with a slight blush upon his face... she was surprised with that fact... leaving it to a side she presented more formally to the guys, sitting on a couch, at her side Chris sat down, the manager stood up and went outside with a smirk charged with mischief, same as Jonny hidding it. They were talking about stuff very calmly, with occasional puns until noon, where everyone felt hunger, incluiding our protagonist because the bad breakfast she had that morning, our favourite British blond man was complaining because he wanted Helena's food, something that made her blush, the best thing they did was ask for tacos from Taco Bell, which arrived 30 minutes later, now we can see them enjoying their delicious tacos.

—This is so tasty... —she said —this is the first time I try a taco.

—In which planet do you live? How did you never eat a taco? —Will asked

—I'm not Mexican, I'm South American, and no, I never did, now I can see what I was losing.

—Is your daughter a food fan? —Chris asked biting his taco

—Pretty much a lot, but she's really touchy with some things, she has her smell and taste very tuned... she knows when the food has the slightliest sign of piquant or any sort of condiments, and she hates it.

—Such a princess —the blond man said

—She's hypersensitive, she literally have the smell of a dog and a refinated taste.

They laughed with what she said, a while later when they stopped eating and throw the trash to the trashcan, they started to talk about something: feats. One of the most known examples in the world was Chris plus a kitchen and the results, never again he tried to approach to the kitchen after try to cook something. Helena commented that when she was young she was really mischievous, once she almost burned her grandma's house accidentally —which in a time it was made with straw— with fireworks along her young aunt and uncle, let a frog pee on her eyes to see if she would get blind, cut the mustaches to the cat, between other stuff.

—You know what am I'm never going to forget? —Jay asked —The arms race.

The guitarrist jumped out of his place after he got touched by Phil on his side. He wanted to know why did he zap him, Phil stared at him like saying that he shouldn't have said that, Helena raised an eyebrow first until she realized what was going on...

—You have powers too... —she said

They all looked at her now confused because she said "too", in fact their stares seemed like they were being threatened by her and her question, she confronted them asking if they do have powers, they looked to each other like saying that they screwed it up...

—Yes, we're a band of freaks —Will said —, but the only powerless here's Chris excepting for his spring legs. Please don't tell anyone about it. We don't know how people would react at the notice...

—I see... and don't worry, I won't say anything... —she said smiling —Besides, my daughter Alicia would feel so happy to know that her favorite band has powers... she's also "a freak" —the last part sounded... sad —Anyways, what happened in that "Arms race?"

They looked at each other starting to giggle.

Year 2007 (~°v°)~

It was a beautiful afternoon somewhere we don't care in the world, shining sun, birds singing... in a rented house we can hear screams and a video games round, and a "game over" sound, if we get inside we can see a Chris with afro and wearing his super black t-shirt with design of white flowers playing against Will on the Play Station 3.

—You suck, Chris! —Will said

—I do NOT! —he shouted —The bonus wasn't important, that's it's a bonus!

—We have to play this level for the 42nd time cos of you! And you forgot the bonus too!

The blond man started to complain at the point he started to say —according to Will— inconsistencies, tired of hear him complaining about a 5-years-old kid, he hit his face with a pillow, in response, the drummer got knocked out with the controller that got broken into two as Chris thought he killed Will; in that moment Jonny came in wanting to play against the winner, when he saw the drummer knocked and the controller broken...

—Did you just... kill 2... of my friends?

—Two? —Chris asked, the green-eyed man lifted the broken controller —You can't be serious Jon...

—Do I sound serious?! —shouted angry, he tossed the broken controller to his head making the blond singer hide in the kitchen —You can't hide forever Chris!!

—Why everyone is yelling and throwing shit when I sleep?!

Guy came in, in boxers that looked like these Scottish skirts, Chris looked over where he was, telling to the bassist that he drank too much the previous night, but it was already 4 PM...

—Sorry Guy —Jon said —, but that fool of a Martin knocked Will out and broke our PS3 controller.

—He did. WHAT?! —the Scottish man asked angrily

Curiously Will woke up, with a towel at a side of his head covering a bleeding as it was tied with a pair of bandages, when he heard that the PS3 controller was broken, he asked how the hell would they play football, so Jonny simply responded that they couldn't... Guy said that it was nothing and they could play outside, buy another controller on monday and it was just a console... everyone ldooked at him with pure hatred by what he said, feeling threatened he jumped to Chris' hideout while the guitarrist and batterist said that he was a "Guy-o-plane"... It was basically a war sentence.

—We're claiming the dining table!! —Will shouted

—FINE! THE KITCHEN IS OURS! —Chris responded

Everyone hides in their respective defenses...

—Of course, why not to make it official and agree with the fact that we need to kill each other? —Guy said to Chris, with his nose bleeeding —But let's at least win this then. I'm too young to die. I'm going to get dressed, make a sandwich and then we'll show them.

The black-haired Scottish man stood up and got our of his hideout, to his bad lucky he was discovered by the side of Jon and Will, who shot with paint bullets, he somehow dodged all of them, he quickly ran towards his room, taking some clothes out.

—They have no idea what kind of stuff I have. They'll regret this war. —the Scottish said

Meanwhile we can see in the living room the Buckland-Champion pair throwing large amounts of water balloons, Chris was alone...

—GUY!! WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG?! —Chris shouted

The black-haired man was coming back with a bow and a carjac full of arrows now wearing trousers as he was running through water balloons, the pair in offensive mode was running out of ammo, on the side of the Scottish and the British, we can see Chris relieved to know that they at least had ammo, Jonny shouted that that wasn't all what they had, Guy started to talk sarcastically saying that the water balloons scared them...

—AAAAARGH@*&#@$#@$#%t$y#^%$&%* —Guy shouted

—What happened? —the British blond asked

—They threw a goddamn cactus at me!!

Jonny and Will looked out of their hideout and said that as no one liked these plants, it was better use them as weapons, then an arrow took Jonny's hat out, then another one trespassed his chest, the right side by the way... the thing that caught their attention was that the arrow didn't even hurt him, appart of that the Berryman-Martin duo were thinking about something, the blond man choosed something.

From the side of the guitarrist and the drummer, both were arguing about who would risk to look as Jay already got an arrow... then...

¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

—I told you... —Chris said covering his ears

Our beloved blond tossed the plushie with the shape of a sheep, and as everybody knows, Jon is afraid of sheeps, the scream was such a loud one at the point it could've been heard out of the Milky Way, at the point that an alien ship recieved a signal from the intelligent-but-still-dumb human race.

—Dude, it's only a... —Will was going to say

—SATAN!! GET RID OF IT!! NOW!! PLEASE!! WILL!! BEFORE IT EXPLODES! —Jon shouts

—Don't be so stupid. —the drummer said

¡¡¡BAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

The sheep exploded surprising the duo, on the other side we can see Guy and Chris protecting themselves with helmets, Chris had a war helmet and Guy had one of aluminum with horns of a deer from Apparatjik, besides he tried to drive Jonny nuts with sheep sounds, funny thing is that the "Champland" duo had a cannon, the blond man got out of the hideout screaming that Guy was a bloody deer while the opposite pair covered themselves from the explosion of the cannon. The Scottish had to take the British blond man of the baritone to save his life, and they were like that for a few minutes

—WHAT NOW, GUY?! —Chris shouted covering his head

—I don't know!! Shoot 'em!! —Guy answered covering too

—With wha'?! Have you a gun or somethin'?

—Obviously.

—What do you mean with "obviously"? Why do you have all this stuff?

—Do you think I can sleep peacefully every night? —he asked, we can see a flashback of the poor man armed with a baseball bat, a helmet with spikes, surrounded with barbed wires, and other stuff, mumbling that the fangirls were trying to break in and freak all over him, and that he could be dead one morning —I take no risks.

Now we can see him using sunglasses in Terminator style, using a machine gun and a cigarrette in his mouth, the other group shots again forcing him to cover, then he got out and started to shot again as he was a ganster, the other pair was hidden, Will recieved a shot as Jonny put his hat on and took out a lightsaber, starting to divert the bullets dramatically towards Guy, who crouched and angrily started to shake Chris.

—WHY DID YOU EVER BOUGHT 'IM THAT?!

—Didn't know he was a Jedi!

—Not only.

Now we can see he transformed into Ghost Rider, still holding his lightsaber, before he could do nothing, a knife was tossed to his right eye, courtesy of Chris who hid again, Will took out the knife out of the guitarrist's eyesocket and told him that Rider's form wouldn't protect him at all and they would regret. On the other side we can see that the blond man was regretting for throwing a knife at Jay, then a grenade appeared upon his hand; after a quick "game" of hot potato they tossed it on the floor and covered it with the war helmet, where it exploded, as none of them could stand the affair anymore, they launched themselves to start to punch each other and say things like "Behold my karate skills", something trespassed a wall, which was a war tank, the rumble made them stop...

—Soldier Harvey at your service.

The four of them were holding each other's necks, all of them dirty, full of debris and with some of blood, Jon rasing his fist at Chris while held the collar of his shirt, who was holding Will's neck with a hand, who had an arm around Guy's neck, who was trying to get loose of Will's grip; a few small rocks of the walls fell on the manager's head and shoulders... if someone's wondering where did Phil take out the war tank, only God knows...

—Phil?!?! —Jon shouted confused —The bloody hell are ya doin' here?!

—I was driving with this baby to the grocery store to get some stuff and when I drove by I saw some shit happening... —the manager said —So I thought "let's have a quick visit and some coffee"... AND I EXPECTED TO SEE A BUNCH OF GROWN MEN!! BUT IT APPEARS THAT EVEN OUTSIDE ANY MUSIC BUSINESS YOU GUYS CAN'T BE LEFT ALONE!!! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED FOR STABBING EACH OTHER WHAT THE FUCK!!

—We're... sorry, Phil! —Guy said —But... ehm... it seems that we can't di-

—Nevermind, nevermind, I don't wanna hear it —he interrupted —I don't wanna ruin my mood, cuz look! I've bought his pineapple!! —he said showing them a pineapple, the others looked at each other confused, still holding each other —You guys don't even deserve to look at thos beauty. I'm here to stop this childish arms race for once and at all!! Hello to death and all his friends... —he took out a buttom of his pocket —Say cheese bitches!!!

The manager pressed the button with a fist, the last remarkable thing of the day was an explosion with the size of Hiroshima, the biggest unknown thing was how in a first place the international press ignored that, the second thing was that they survived... almost unharmed.

End of transmission (~°v°)~

Helena didn't know if she should keep laughing out loud or shut up, that was one of the dumbest things she've ever heard, compared to the biggest stupidities of her daughter, Coldplay indeed was able to reach other levels. Really who would be able to tell that a PS3 controller would be able to trigger a war in a band...

—This four can be real idiots without supervision —Phil said, everyone jumped out of their seats falling back —. I love my powers —he giggled

Helena asked what kind of powers he had, he showed his hand, a few electricity rays presented, then upon the palm of his hand a electricity ball formed doing the sound of birds singing... she saw Phil, the background for her mind became black as at the side of the manager the silhouette of her daughter doing the same position appeared next to him... if you're wondering for some reason, Alicia could do the same. The woman felt a hand upon her shoulder and saw Chris looking at her a bit concerned, asking with his look what was the problem, she smiled with a hint of sadness trying to say that it was alright... Phil lowered his arm deactivating his power and Guy joked that he was a walking battery charger, the manager raised a hand and the Scottish man looked away.

—I didn't think that somebody would be able to be as stupid as my daughter... or even worst...

She commented that her daughter was a bit of too crazy, a lot in fact, telling that sometimes her friends dared her to eat spicy chili even if she hated it, throw paint bombs to the room of her boyfriend, dumb challenges, once in fact she organized something with a friend of hers from Spain, someone called Rubén Doblas, the challenge was record how they annoyed their own life companions; some of these were throw cold water to them while they were in the shower with hot water, being obnoxious while they were using the PS3 with the cleaning vacuum, hit them with something made of rubber... etc., she even showed them a few videos that made them laugh.

Looking at the hour, the manager stood up and said that it was time to rehearse, Helena stood up willing to wait outside, then something —or better said someone— stopped her, Chris held her wrist, looking directly to her eyes with a small smile, asking her with his look to stay... she simply got lost with his gaze, unnoticed to her she sat down back, hypnotized by these pairs of blue eyes that were looking directly to her... that shine was there, now it was a mix of appeal with something else, appart of look like a child. The others mumbled stuff while they were lost in space, she blinked, getting free of the sweet spell of the blond...

—And now what are you talking about? —the blue-eyed man asked annoyed

—Nothing, it was nothing. —Jon said

The pair looked at each other with a smile, making the same expression they answered with a "Yeah, of course" completely sarcastical. The others looked at each other amd went outside to talk, leaving them in an awkward silence... the best that they could do was think...

The red-haired woman was feeling her heart beating strongly in her chest, feeling nervous... she felt something upon her forehead then upon her lips... the sensations of the previous presented suddenly, if these were there was because both events happened and weren't in her mind... unnoticed again for her, she blushed slightly, remember the "goodnight kiss" of the last night made her feel weird... and when she opened her eyes she was alone in her room...

—You're thinking in...

That voice, so mature and childish at the same thing brought her back to the real world, she looked at him a bit confused, then she suddenly felt something upon her cheek... the blue-eyed man seemed to have moved of his place for a mere milisecond, but he was there at her side, looking at her with curiosity of know what was she thinking about... was she driving herself nuts?

—Just some things and nothing else... —she replied —nothing important in fact, only if there were missing stuff at home.

—Are you 100% sure about that?

—Don't worry, I'm very sure.

The blond man started to make dumb jokes making her smile...

—I lasted around a minute searching one or several aproppiated words to express or explain the most similar possible what I feel to see this post and after a rigorous inquiry I came up with the inherent decision that by default I have to declair and affirm that after of the before mentioned in this paragraph it's clear that I come up with the conclusion that I have no idea that the fuck I'm saying. —he said

That made both laugh out loud, it was curious how he had that strange talent of make someone laugh without a lot of effort, happening the same of the van, their looks were near to the other's, everything surrounding them vanished of their mind, carrying away by the quiet ambient in which they were at the moment, their lips were close to the other... then.

—Good morning!!!

Somewhere around the cosmos, a guy whi uses to say that phrase sneezed, Phil opened the door with one kick on purpose, with a big grin upon his face, the scare that he caused to the duo made them hit their foreheads and jump a metter in the air, Chris was holding Helena on his arms, both red as well when they realized what was going to happen.

—What were you doing? —the manager asked mischievously

—C'est une honte qu'ils ne veulent pas admettre qu'ils aiment —Guy said in French, crosswd arms and a face of "I have the reason"

Chris replied in French too, his face was an intense red, the other responded in the same language and argued a while, Helena cursed because she didn't know anything they were talking about, the slight discussion ended when the blond man didn't know what to say to the Scottish man, leaving him with the last word.

—So, what are you gonna play? —Phil asked

—Swallowed in the sea. —Chris said almost instantly

Basically not even him was sure why did he choose that song, it just came out... maybe he felt a bit nervous... Phil smiled widely when he heard the song as it was his favourite, the others looked at each other gesturing a "Ok", grabbing their respective instruments got ready and started...

You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me
And that's what made me see where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself, you can only blame me...

And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong with me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found, or swallowed in the sea...

Chris' voice was very melodious, Alicia already had points at her favor, her pulse was slowing down until she felt more calmed and relaxed, basically feeling some sort of peace in her inside...

You put me on a line and hung me up to dry
And darling that's when I decide to go to see
You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes
Made me realize what I could not see

And I could write a book the only they'll say that shook
The world and then it took, it took it back to me
And I could write it down, or spread it all around
get lost and then get found, and you'll come back to me

Not swallowed in the sea

The time and the world were strange, she felt that somehow at the time they've met they saved each other of something in particular... obstacles in their lives and were there for a reason... some things makes wise to others... things always happens for a reason even if it doesn't really seems so.

And I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong, and you belong with me
The streets you're walking on, a thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me

Oh what good is it to live, with nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive, not loving all you see
All the streets you're walking on, a thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong, and you belong with me

Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea
Yeah you belong with me, not swallowed in the sea...

The song ended, Chris looked at the woman with a warm gaze, with a pair of shining blue eyes, she smiled, the others smirked with hidden mischief

—Since when are you two a couple, lovebirds? —Will asked

Both were launching daggers at him with their stares, the drummer stood serene at the killer gazes of the pair, he as the other were sure that certain pair wouldn't admit it easily: maybe, just maybe Helena and Chris attracted each other more than friends...

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...

In the end of the day both were ready to return to Malibu, then Will came with a face of bad news:

—I come to tell that there's a horde of reporters outside there.

Both of them just limited themselves to sigh in a sign of despair, if they see them together they would end in every single existent media and certain daughter of her mom would be stalking them for around 3 years, while to the blond man would fall scandals, he wanted not to bring any troubles to his new friend with that stuff. Then the lightbulb turned on.

—Helena... how heavy are you?

...

Outside the studio was a horde as the drummer said, they just saw Chris and attacked with cameras and questions, the man had a enormous backpack that seemed to move, something that obviously didn't pass unaware for the; he opened the door and tossed the backpack, which crashed against the other door and fell directly onto the floor, he got into the car, the driver turned the engine on and moved away leaving behind a background of flashes, when they've got far enough he opened the backpack, from there Helena got out holding her head in pain as she got a loud hot against the other door because the blue-eyed man tossed her accidentally strong.

—What a nice plan... including having tossed me against the door... —Helena said a bit crankily

—Pardon me but I had to make it look natural —the blond man excused —, you can't get angry at me and you owe me a favour

She got out of the backpack, leaving it on the floor holding her head, it seemed that it really ached, she even controled if there wasn't any kind of bleed just in case. «Just let drop it there...» she said crossing her arms and a leg looking through the window without any kind of anger nor annoyance, just thinking; unluckily the British singer misunderstood her corporal expression and, without really measure it, in the coldest and blunt way as he could, said:

—You know? I don't care. If you don't want to talk to me it's fine, very, very, very fine... I just can't believe I helped a stupid cretin like you.

Doing the same pose as the red-haired woman, he started to look at the window angry, his blue eyes were cold like ice... she looked at him surprised and confused, not really sure about why he did say that... he was still looking outside with deadpanned expression, yet his eyes had a hint of anger.

—What did I say now? —she asked, no response —Chris, I didn't mean to be angry, but I really hit my head loud... —no response, starting to touch her nerves for some reason —Are you seriously going to ignore me?! —and no response... she turned again to the window with tears on her eyes, with a similar situation in her head —I'm sorry...

Helena's voice sounded slightly cracked, Chris turned to her side now feeling guilty, she was staring blankly to the outside with a lost gaze, he approached to her and placed a hand upon her shoulder, realizing that she was talking alone to herself... as if her mind was disconnected from reality.

—Helena... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say that... —but she didn't listen, he moved her shoulder a bit —Helena? What's wrong...? —he moved her again trying to make her react, but nothing happened —Laney...?

He turned her face to his direction with a hand, her eyes were dull and lifeless as she was dead, but she was just too disconnected from the real world, the blond singer started to panic with her lack of response, trying to snap her out of her thoughts and bring her back to reality... he shaking her shoulder slowly, then placed the other hand on the other shoulder trying to make her get out of her head, but her lack of response was already panicking him... he repeated her name over and over again but it didn't help...

—At least I didn't shut out of my life to my own mother, Alice!! —she suddenly shouted at him, realization seemed to hit her as she realized what was going on

Chris looked at her confused, realizing that what he did just triggered some sort of painful memory to her, her eyes got wide open when she realized to who she was screaming at, sighing and holding a few tears...

—H-Helena I... —he tried to say —I-I'm really sorry... I-I really didn't mean to make you cry... I just don't-

—I'm sorry too... —she mumbled, leaning against his chest, he hugged her almost instantly —Let's just pretend that this didn't happen at all...

Her voice sounded like deception, sadness and anger, but it wasn't towards him, mostly to something that have happened between her and Alice; his words just touched a painful sore accidentally, making him feel like a total asshole, slowly he caressed the side of her arm as hugged her comforting, Helena hid her face on his chest as she was searching for a peaceful spot somewhere, starting to calm down with his warmth... his heartbeats were slowing down until it was calmed down again, they didn't know if the hug lasted ages or just a couple of minutes, but the heavy ambient of the inside vanished, she cracked a smile and then separated, smiling at him like he... both could swear that they saw the driver smile too.

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...

For what was left of the road, both adults were completely locked in their own thoughts, the woman was still trying to find out if these feelings that were present in her were what these were, as the bright in Chris' eyes...

Reasons of why it couldn't be love:

1.) He was the Christopher Martin that her daughter admired so nuch.

2.) He just had like... two weeks of divorce (in fact, they could've been more time splitted), she didn't think that there could be some sort of "instant-crush". Besides there were both of tbeir children, she was nothing compared with other stars and stuff like that and maybe it was just her imagination.

3.) There were the "chuparazzis", which wouldn't let them take nit even a single break if they find out something, they would be stalked for a lifetime.

But:

>Not even that really seemed to really make her change her mind.

>Love tends to ens up being true and whimsical, she knows it.

>Her mind could tell her "Don't daydream too much, surely he doesn't loves you". Her heart was telling her something else...

Her mind was simply confused, made a twister of stuff, she sighed deeply... suddenly she felt something upon her cheek, again something soft and warm upon her cheek... thing that made her blush slightly...

—Helena... we're there...

She woke up of the trance after hear what the blond man said, a bit confused as they arrived fast, but that is how it was. Rob got down the van and opened the door, helping her to get down, she looked at him saying goodbye to him, then they left. She went to her bathroom to clear her mind almost in vain... she closed the knob of the water, the questions started to spin around her mind again... was she really feeling it...? And if it was a yes... would he love her the same...? She quickly shook her head, discarding the second question, believing it impossible, besides, the only met each other for a couple of days... who would know, counting these pair of moments of the day... a call distracted her...

Helena: —Hello?

???: —Hey mom!

Helena: —Alicia! —she exclaimed happily —How are you?

Alicia: —Good, it's been a while but anyways, everything's alright over here, just... chasing some bunnies with an unplugged... —at the background a "Daaaah! (1)" could've been heard —Hehehe... and how are you?

She doubted in answer, she could hear something being shot, not a gun but a sucker, two seconds later she answered...

Helena: —Good, is it something wrong?

Alicia: —If you lasted two seconds to answer it's because something's going on, and I know that you know that I know when you're nervous or something happens.

She smiled a bit, she heard a scream of her daughter on the other side at the same time that that particular scream could've been heard again, then the young woman making the same scream nervous.

Helena: —I'm just tired... when are you coming to visit me?

Alicia: —Oh, tomorrow I'm going to visit, I also have good news —she could hear how she cursed out loud who knows where to speak again —. I'm sorry but I have to hang up, I'll tell ya tomorrow what's going on and the news, goodnight and I'll see you tomorrow. Motherfucker eat this!!

The young woman hung up, the woman laughed, feeling happy of seeing her daughter again after quite a while, at least it would be something to distract herself, she turned the lights off and went to sleep... before falling on Morpheus' arms, she felt something soft, warm and a bit humid upon her lips...

—Goodnight... Helena...

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