#miklo

this will be a series.

mature ig?

requests open!

Summary: After months of longing looks and flirting, they finally start to understand that feeling they both feel when around each other.

“you’ve always known me. Even when I couldn’t say it.”

The streets of east Los was no stranger to Paco Aguilar, El gallo negro some say he’s the baddest Chicano in the barrio. Dalia Ines says he’s the softest guy in the barrio.

                                1982

The neighborhood was filled of little kids treating the streets of east Los Angeles like a playground, Dalia was one of those kids but inside her home it was different. her drunk father beating on her mother every chance he got. “Ma, ¿estas bien? Ya no podemos vivir así.” Dalia pleaded to her mom, her mom sat slumped on the kitchen floor, bruised and exhausted. “Si Dali, no más estoy cansada. Vete a jugar con tus amigos, pero regresa cuando esté lista la cena.” “Okay ma.” Dalia ran out, someday 

she and her mom would escape. One day. For now she couldn’t she was only twelve.

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                              1986

Weekends in east Los Angeles felt like a fever dream — especially if you were sixteen. “Dali, you should wear the blue dress it would look so bomb on you.” “I don’t even wanna go!” Dalia sighed. 

 Her best friend Mariana gritted her teeth, “Girl don’t make me beg. You know how many cuties are gonna be there? I need to get over Hector. And maybe you can find someone too.” She says carefully applying her eyeliner. “Alright, but don’t think I’m drinking I still need to look after you.” 

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It was a dim light rented hall, people dancing, flirting, drinking. The aroma of perfume, alcohol, weed hung in the air. People dancing shoulder to shoulder having the time of their life. “Come

on lets dance!” Mariana grabbed Dalia’s hand and pulled her to the floor, the two of them swaying to the rhythm. “And I know that you know that if we get together, emotions will go to work” Dalia and Mariana are singing, having fun, swaying their hips. “You think you’re baddass ese?” A loud voice interrupted the music, people stopped dancing. “Oh shit, that’s el gallo negro.” Dalia whispered to me, “He’s known for being a boxer and a fine one at that. His real name is Paco.” But before Dalia could respond, 

Paco’s fist landed square in a Tres Puntos guy’s face. A fight broke out — wild and territorial. People backed up fast. Threats, yelling. Someone shouted about calling the cops. Paco’s boys scattered. “You should talk to him,” Mari said casually. “He goes to school with us... dropped out though.” “Mari, I’m just here as your friend I’m not looking for any relationships right now.” The truth is Dalia is afraid to end up like her mother, to be in a relationship like that was her biggest fear. Dalia flinched at the memories she held onto of her drunk father. “You good? We should head out already, almost no one is here.” Mari said as she furrowed her eyebrows as she was patting her hips. “Shit, my purse, must of left it in the bathroom.” Dalia laughed — Mariana always disappeared to the bathroom at parties. Alone now, she noticed Paco sitting against the wall, slightly hunched, breathing heavy. The crowd had thinned.

He looked hurt. Without thinking, she reached into her purse. She always kept a first aid kit — a habit from childhood, when she’d patch up her dad after bar fights.

She walked up to Paco.

“Hey. You don’t look so good, let me help.” He looked up slowly, eyes narrowing in confusion — or curiosity. He didn’t say anything right away. Just stared. Dalia stayed still, eyes searching his face. Not angry, Not scared, Just gentle. “I have gauze. Some alcohol wipes too.” Dalia said slight forming a smile. Paco scoffed under his breath. “You always carry that around?” “Yea, someone might need it. You never know.” Dalia replied applying an alcohol pad into his wound. “You’re not scared of me?” “Should I be?” Dalia replied grinningly. “Most girls wouldn’t come near me, not after that.”  “I’m not most girls.” Dalia said softly. The corner of his mouth twitch, the closest she’s ever seen him smile. “You’ve always been like this? You’re soft.” Dalia looks to his eyes, grinning she replies, “You don’t remember me, don’t you?” “From school, right?” Paco replied. “Mhm, I used to ride my bike around. You would throw rocks at it when you were bored.” “Shit that was you?” Paco replied chuckling. “You’ve always been nice, from what I could remember.” “You’ve always known me, even when I couldn’t say it.” As soon as she said this, she could sense the shift change in Pacos attitude. His pupils went soft, as if he wanted to say something but chose not too. As soon as everything started to feel right, “Dalia! I finally found my purse.” Dalia turned to look at Mariana, “Everything good here?” Mariana said as she was looking at Paco. Paco leaned back against the wall like nothing had happened, face unreadable again. “Yeah. All good.” Dalia stood, suddenly unsure what to do with her hands. “Let’s bounce, party’s dead anyway.” Mariana told Dalia.

Dalia looked back at Paco one last time, and for a second, his eyes flicked up at her — something in them unspoken, something not quite ready.

She gave him a quiet smile, then turned to leave with Mariana.

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As they were walking home, the night was still young. still warm, the air heavy with smoke.  "Soo… you patching up vatos now? Is that what we’re doing?" "He was bleeding, Mari. I had supplies." "Uh-huh." She bumped her shoulder against Dalia’s. "You gonna tell me you didn’t feel nothin’ when El Gallo Negro was giving you those sad brown eyes like he ain’t ever been touched before?" 

Dalia tried not to smile, but it was too late. “You’re dramatic.” Dalia replied. “Nah, I saw the way he looked at you.” “Stop.” Dalia pleaded. “"No, you stop. I seen the way your hand lingered. Thought you were about to kiss his wound and whisper a prayer." “Dalia Ines and El Gallo Negro. Can’t wait for the wedding. I'll wear my best polyester bell bottoms." "You’d probably show up late and steal the DJ." Dalia said teasing back. “Depends, is he cute?” “But honestly. Be careful he’s cute and all but that boy is full of trouble and is a known player.” “I know.” Dalia quietly replied.

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It was the Monday after, Dalia had the same routine. Get up, get ready, don’t wake her mom up, chores, then off to school. as soon as school would finish she would be on her way to her part time job.

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                              5:30

Dalia calmly wakes up and turned off her alarm. She got up, and calmly went to brush her teeth. She made sure to be very quiet as her mother was sleeping. Her father passed away in 1984. As she finished doing what she needed to do. She quietly made her mom’s lunch for her night shift. 

                            6:55 AM Dalia hustled down the street, backpack slung over her back. Mariana’s car was still busted, so it was just her and the bus today.

A soft yawn escaped her lips. her mind already on errands and work.“Dalia?” She turned to see him, Paco Aguilar standing against his impala in the morning light. “Oh, uh hey what’s up?” “Need a ride?” he asked, voice low in the early morning.

She paused, staring at the distant bus stop a block away. Then, quietly:

“I’m taking the bus, Thank you though.”

He nodded, shifting into gear. The Impala purred to life, and without another word, “Dalia?” “Yea?” “You look good in that blue dress.” but before she could respond he eased back into traffic.

As he drove away Dalia was left alone, with her thoughts and his words.  She stepped on, clutching the strap. But even as the bus pulled away, she carried his words like a secret inside.

hello! I enjoyed writing this, this will be a series. Please lmk if you enjoyed, constructive criticism is appreciated. I grew up watching this movie and always have had a crush on Benjamin Bratt lol so I’m writing a series.

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