cannibals [slow updates]

xxiii | crazy y cubano

"We've been driving for hours, Harvey," Lennon complained, her head leaning against the base of the open window. "Where the hell are we going?"

"You'll see," he repeated the same statement he's been saying since they left Long Beach.

"Can I at least have a hint?" She pleaded, her eyes going wide and pushing her bottom lips out in a pout.

Needless to say, it worked. Harvey cleared his throat, and moved his gaze back to the road. "It's a place my mother used to take me to see where life really awakens."

"Like that description wasn't cryptic at all," she muttered to herself, making Harvey chuckle under his breath.

"Hey, I love this song," she said as she turned up the radio. "I didn't know you listen to these kind of stations."

"It's amazing how many judgements you make about me before actually watching my actions," he told her, with an eye roll.

"I'm in misery where you can seem as old as your omens," she sang along, her eyes closed and her arms up as she felt the cool wind rush through strand of her hairs.

Harvey couldn't take his eyes of the brunette beauty sitting in the passenger seat next to him. She looked so carefree and aloof as she enjoyed herself.

He forced himself to pay attention to the road, and not at the girl who singlehandedly managed to steal his heart again, just like she did a month ago.

"We're almost there," he reassured her, his eyes connecting with hers momentarily before switching back to the road.

Lennon didn't know why she was so comfortable with Harvey driving her hours away from home on a school day. It was the first time she's ever skipped out of school, but she wasn't nervous or scared like she thought she would be.

As she looked out the window, she saw a sign that read "Welcome to Calexico".

"Oh my god," she murmured, her eyes wide. "We're at the border of Mexico."

Harvey shrugged and sent her a carefree smirk. "We aren't going to Mexico if that's what you're thinking. But we are going to experience the nightlife that's just before it."

He drove up to a dim establishment, and Lennon couldn't tell what it was.

"I don't know Spanish, Harvey. How the hell are we supposed to-"

"¿Qué hacer le necesita para conseguir un poco de servicio de mi chica y yo por aquí?" Harvey hollered across the parking lot in fluent Spanish.

(translation: what do I need to get some service for me and my girl over here?)

She was so surprised that she stopped in her tracks and dropped her jaw.

"Aye, Señor Harvey!" A large man with bronzed skin and a odd mustache came out of the restaurant to greet him. "It's been a while!"

Harvey clapped him on the back, with a huge smile on his face. "I've been busy, man."

The man's eyes trailed over to Lennon, and she nervously shifted her weight.

"¿Es esta la gringa que estabas tan enamorado con de un mes?" He asked Harvey, his gaze still trained on her.

(translation: is this the white girl you were so in love with a month ago?)

Lennon didn't know much Spanish but she did know that "gringa" meant white girl.

"Martí," Harvey groaned, his head resting in his hands as a faint blush covered his cheeks. "Me estás avergonzando."

(translation: you're embarrassing me.)