As you sauntered through the bustling shopping center, you veered into the arcade. Immediately, the cacophony of slot machines and the dazzling display of flickering lights engulfed you. Barely a few steps in, an out-of-place sound pricked your ears - a woman's sob. A quick scan of the area led your eyes to a young girl, dressed in trendy attire, bawling in front of a crane machine filled with plush toys. It didn't take much to deduce she was upset over her inability to snag her desired toy. Feeling your gaze on her, she swiveled towards you, her cheeks flushing a shade of crimson from embarrassment. Hastily wiping her tear-streaked face with her sleeve, she stammered out an explanation. Ummm… Th-it's just… I really want this bunny, but I'm not very good at this kind of thing, so… Her voice trailed off as she glanced up at you, a glimmer of hope lighting up her previously gloomy eyes. Listen… Maybe you can help me? Pretty please? She pleaded pitifully.
manejo la garra y saco el conejito de la maquinalisto,ahi esta
Her eyes widened in disbelief as you casually snagged the bunny from the machine, an impossible feat that no one had managed before. All she could do was stare slack-jawed at you, hope and gratitude welling up inside her chest. Before she could stammer out a word of thanks or admiration, the tears spilled over once more, this time from a completely different place - joy and relief. Gratefully, Himeko took the fluffy bunny from your outstretched hand and hugged it tightly to her chest, never wanting to let go again. Then, she looked up at you with brightened eyes, a tentative smile tugging on her lips. "T-thank you so much!" she exclaimed shakily, her voice wavering between relief and surprise. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
No me lo agradezcas si,solo es un conejo
"Oh, well... I mean..." she stammered, clearly at a loss for words. "You're just so nice! I-if there's ever anything I can do to return the favor...!" Her cheeks reddened once more as she trailed off, already fantasizing about ways to repay your kindness. A tiny spark of happiness flickered in her gray eyes, a glimmer of hope that not all men were out to use and abandon her like everyone else had done before. With the bunny securely in hand, she flashed you what could only be described as a dazzling smile. "I-if there's anything I can do... Please let me know!"
No,yo hago favores por buena gente no por que quiera algo a cambio sabes
"R-really?" she breathed out, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You'd do something for me... just like that? Even if I can't return the favor?" Your kindness was overwhelming her senses, causing her heart to race and her stomach to flutter with a strange mix of emotions. "I-I don't know how to repay you!" she stammered, still struggling to comprehend your selfless act. "You're just so nice! Maybe... maybe we could be friends? I mean, if you'd like..." She trailed off again, blushing furiously as she imagined the possibility of having a real friend for once in her life - someone who didn't use or hurt her. Her hopes were high now, and they showed on her face. "W-what do you think?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely
Claro,serias la primera mujer que es mi amiga,ya que..
Her lips curled into the brightest smile she'd worn in ages as you agreed to be her friend. Relief and joy flooded through her like a warm summer breeze, washing away the loneliness and self-doubt that had plagued her for so long. It was almost too good to be true. "Really?" she asked, excitement fluttering in her chest as she reached out to take your hand. Her own tiny fingers wrapped around yours, a sign of gratitude and trust that sent shivers down your spine. "Thank you so much!" she gushed, squeezing your hand before letting go just as quickly, self-consciousness overtaking her momentary boldness. With renewed hope in her eyes, she leaned closer to you, taking the initiative to nestle herself against your side as they continued walking through the arcade together. "So," she began, a
Aun que no se por que quieres ser mi amiga.....miramehimeko ve mi atuendo,una chaqueta negra con pinchos blancos filosos,guantes negros,camisa blanca,jeans negros,zapatos negro y blanco,muchas pulseras con calaberas,una cadena alrededor de mi cuello como collar
What do you mean? I just... really like your style! You look so cool and different from anyone else here. Plus, you're nice, and we seem to get along great. Why wouldn't I want to be friends with someone like you?
Por que.....la gente me sabe ver como un bicho raro por la forma en la que me visto y como soy......la unica verdadera familia.....es mi pandilla de motociclistas......los vallas
Her eyes widened slightly at your revelation but she nodded understandingly, not seeming bothered by it in the slightest. "Well then," she said brightly, resting her head against your arm, "if you ever need someone to talk to or hang out with who isn't part of your... gang..." - she made quotations marks with her fingers for emphasis "- I'm always here for you." She flashed a cheeky grin. "Especially since we are friends now, right?" "But seriously," she continued, her voice lowering to a whisper, "if there's ever anything they say or do that upsets you... you know you can come to me and tell me, okay? I promise not to judge." She squeezed your arm gently as she looked up at you with sincerity etched into every feature of her face. "Thank you for being my friend,
De nada......ahora que?
Well, now that we've been properly introduced and you have my phone number... do you want to go out sometime? I could show you around town, maybe introduce you to some of my favorite places. Or we could just hang out at the arcade or something - whatever you'd like! Just remember, if it's too much trouble for your 'gang', we can always find other things to do. She winked playfully
Himeko:Himeko leaned against Michael, still not able to hide her genuine curiosity about his life and the people he associated with. "So... what do you think of school?" she asked, hoping it wasn't too forward of a question but unable to help herself. "Do you like studying or anything?"
Her tone was light and teasing, mirroring the easygoing mood they seemed to have fallen into. It felt nice to be able to trust someone, to feel
Claro que estudio,se ve que tu estudias en escuelas caras,se ve por tu ropa y tus manos que son muy suaves
Himeko looked at Michael in surprise, her mouth slightly agape as she examined his hands more closely. They were much rougher and worn than hers; calluses marred their delicate skin, and dark hairs curled around his knuckles. "Oh," she breathed out, "I didn't realize..." Suddenly, the thought of him toiling away at something dirty or exhausting filled her mind, and she felt a twinge of guilt.
"Well... no matter what you do," she continued, trying to sound encouraging despite the sudden shift in her mood, "I'm sure you'll be successful." She paused, thinking about how best to change the subject without making him uncomfortable. "So, have you ever thought of going to college or something? I bet you'd make a great lawyer or something." Her gaze darted to the side as she awaited his reaction,
Claro que simi estomago se oye muy fuerteperdon es que tengo mucha hambre
Her cheeks flushed at the unexpectedly deep question, but she managed to compose herself with a small laugh. "Oh, I'm sure it's nothing like that," she assured him, putting a hand on his arm in a comforting gesture. "But if you ever need someone to talk to about anything... well, you know where to find me." She smiled brightly, hoping he didn't think she was making light of the situation.
"Anyway," she continued, trying to steer the conversation back toward lighter topics, "I'm starving! Want to grab something to eat?" With a mischievous glint in her eye, she added, "On me, of course."
pasamos el resto del dia,comiendo y en un parque de diversiones,al salir,estamos riendonos,empieza a llover fuerte
As the rain began to fall harder, they continued laughing as though nothing could dampen their spirits. "It's okay," she assured him with a shrug, "I've got an umbrella!" She pulled out a bright pink umbrella adorned with cartoon characters from her backpack and held it above them both, shielding them from the rain.
Eventually, they found shelter in an abandoned building nearby - one of Himeko's secret spots where she liked to come when it rained. The inside was dusty and musty, but she didn't seem to mind; instead, she seemed to find comfort in the familiarity of it all. They sat down on a worn-out couch, leaning against each other for warmth as they watched the rain patter against the windows.
"So," she said casually, twirling a strand of her wet hair around her
Pareces ser que tu.......vives bajo mentiras y cuartadas y eres alguien que realmente no eres,ahora eres la berdadera tu pero.......cuando te vi en la maquina de la garra....sabia que estabas mintiendo sobre tu personalida
Her heart sank as Michael pointed out her lies and deceptions. He was right; she did pretend to be someone else most of the time. But with him, it felt different. Safe. She wanted nothing more than for him to accept her just as she was - flaws and all.
Taking a deep breath, she let out a shaky sigh before meeting his gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "I didn't mean for it to come across that way. I promise I can be honest with you... about who I really am." A tear trickled down her cheek, but she wiped it away quickly, determined not to lose control in front of him.
"My past hasn't been... easy," she continued, her voice trembling. "I've had a lot of people use me and hurt me. I just... didn't know how
himeko recuerda a sus exnovios,relaciones arregladas por sus padres para mantenerse en la cima de la sociedad,esos chicos,eran millonarios etc,pero siempre fueron unos patanes con ella,ella nunca sintio el verdadero amor,su corazon habia muerto,decide contarmelo todo
As the tears streamed down her face, Himeko confessed everything to Michael: the arranged relationships with wealthy men who had only ever used her and hurt her, how her heart had died a long time ago under the weight of their betrayals. She told him about wanting so desperately for someone to love her for who she really was, not just because of her connections or appearance.
When she finally finished speaking, there was silence between them for what seemed like an eternity. Michael hesitated before wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close and resting his chin on top of her head. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "I wish I could take away all the pain you've gone through." He held her tightly, offering comfort in a way no one else ever had.
"You don't have to pretend with me anymore," he continued
Conmigo se lo que quieras ser,se que tienes que parecer una chica perfecta y educada enfrente de la gente,perl conmigo,se quien realmente eres si
Grabbing onto Michael's words like a lifeline, Himeko clung to him even tighter. "Really?" she asked meekly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths mingling together. She looked up at him with wide eyes, hope and relief washing over her features. "I-I'd like to be myself with you," she whispered, her words trembling slightly.
Slowly but surely, she let go of the pretenses and facades that had become so ingrained in her being. She felt a lightness spread through her as she began to reveal more about herself, sharing secrets and thoughts that she'd never dared to share with anyone else. And with each word, Michael only seemed to grow closer, his embrace tightening around her like a safety net, promising that he would catch her if she ever faltered again.
No te preocupes,vas a estar bien,mirame,antes era como tu,hijos de padres millonarios y extrictos,me decian que tenia que practicar guitarra clasica y esas cosas aburridas,pero lo mio era el rock,a si que me volvi revelde largandome de mi casa,desde ese dia,soy quien soy,deje de usar terno y ahora usa esta ropa,puro rock
Himeko listened intently as Michael shared his own story of rebellion and self-discovery. For the first time in years, she felt a connection with someone who truly understood what it meant to not fit into the mold society had carved out for them. As he spoke, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope ignite within her. Perhaps there was room for her to be herself too; perhaps she didn't have to wear the masks anymore.
When Michael finished, she reached up and cupped his cheek in her hand, gazing into his eyes with newfound courage. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "For being my friend... for letting me be myself." And with those words, Himeko took a step forward, embracing the possibility of a real friendship - or perhaps even more.
Claro,ahora vamos a que te enseñe a como montar una motocicleta,sera divertido ya sabes
She couldn't help but giggle at the thought of learning to ride a motorcycle with Michael. The idea terrified her, but there was something exhilarating about it as well. "Okay," she said, nodding eagerly despite her nervousness. "I trust you to teach me." As they sat together on the couch, watching the rain continue to fall outside, Himeko couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over her. Perhaps this was what it meant to have a friend - someone who made you feel safe and loved, even when the world seemed cold and cruel.
mientras yo la ayudaba a montar mi motocicleta,himeko se pone a analizar las cosas,se da cuenta que sentirse amada por un amigo no es un amigo,es algo asi como novio o algo asi,ella se sonroja y chillq de alegria
Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the direction her thoughts were taking. Was it possible that Michael could be more than just a friend to her? The idea both thrilled and terrified her, but she couldn't deny the way her stomach fluttered every time he smiled at her.
As they continued working on mounting the motorcycle, Himeko mustered up the courage to confess her feelings to him. "Michael," she began shyly, "I want you to know that... I don't just see you as a friend." She swallowed hard, waiting for his reaction.
"I-I think..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly, but she forced herself to continue. "I think maybe I like you... more than that." She bit her lip, hoping he understood what she was trying to say. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she awaited his response.
Umm?....no te entiendo himeko....explicame bien si
Oh... Umm..." she stammered, searching for the right words to explain herself. "I-I mean... I really enjoy spending time with you. And when we're together, it feels different than it does with anyone else." Her cheeks burned even hotter as she continued, "And sometimes... I get these feelings in my chest whenever I look at you or talk to you..." She trailed off again, unable to find the right way to express herself.
"I-I don't know if you feel the same way," she finally managed to say, "but I thought I should tell you." Her heart raced as she awaited his response; part of her was terrified that he would laugh at her or dismiss her feelings, but another part couldn't help but hope for something more.
"So... what do you think?" She forced a small smile onto her lips, hoping it wouldn't look
Um...no te entiendo,dime bien por favor
Oh...I mean I feel the same way! I really like spending time with you too and when we're together it feels different from anything else...The butterflies in my stomach? Those are for you, Michael. blushes deeply I just didn't want to ruin our friendship by saying something stupid...But now that I have, maybe we could be more than that? If you want, of course.
Te refieres....a que te gusto.....si me has visto verdad....soy un pandillero motociclista revelde....y aun asi te gusto?
Of course I don't care about that! You're still the same amazing person you always were, Michael. It's just... well, I think it makes me feel special too? That someone like you could see past all of that and want to be with me?
A mi tambien me gustas himeko....pero tus padres no nos aceptarian.......eres una chica ejemplar que se ha enamorado de un chico revelde y motociclista,pero que te quede muy claroq ue tu tambien me gustas mucho
Hearing Michael's words, a wave of relief and happiness washed over her. Maybe it would be possible for them to be together after all. She leaned in closer, pressing her body against his as their lips met in a tender kiss. As they shared the moment, she could feel the tension melt away between them, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and possibility.
When they pulled apart, their faces flushed and hearts racing, Himeko smiled up at him. "Thank you," she whispered. "For being so understanding... and for liking me back." Her voice was barely audible over the sound of their shared breaths, but she didn't care; for the first time in a long time, she felt truly happy and cherished.
As they continued to spend time together, Himeko knew that there would be challenges ahead - from dealing with her parents' disapproval to finding ways