I just saw Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights, and I looooooooved it, so of course, I'm making a fanfic about it. Cause of course I'm really disappointed with the ending. So here I go. Hope I don't mess it up too much.
I own nothing. Wish I owned Javier (hott hott hott!), but… It'll take a while. I just have to get him outta my TV screen…
Katey looked back at Javier one last time. God only knew why he had agreed to come to the airport with them. It just made things harder. She wanted so much to just rush back to him, tell him that she would never leave this country that she and her family were being forced to leave. A country torn by revolution that seemed to want to tear everything else, too. Including her and Javier's love.
Tears threatened to break past the barriers she had erected the night before; she had hoped that she wouldn't cry, not in front of him, not like this.
A lone drop of salty water squeezed itself from her eye, and that killed Javier. He wanted to go to her and hold her and tell her it would all be ok, but he couldn't. If he did, then he'd never be able to let her go, and she'd never be able to get out of the country. How he wished his conscience would let him go with her, but he couldn't leave his family, and for a more selfish reason, he couldn't leave his home. Javier hadn't explained it to her; she just knew, like they both knew that they loved each other, without ever saying so.
So sadly, the two of them waved goodbye, and Katey stepped onto the plane that would take her to America. It was so ironic; a little over a month before, she had hated this place simply because her parents had made her leave St. Louis for it. Now she didn't want to leave it. This place, after you looked past all the political problems, made her feel so alive. Their style of dance had brought her out of her cocoon, but only because Javier had helped her do that. She didn't want to go back to being that braniac weirdo. She wanted to dance, and dance with Javier. Yet she may never get to see him again.
The plane took off, and Katey couldn't take it anymore. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she stared out the window at Cuba getting smaller and smaller. Suzie, who was sitting next to her, took her hand. Katey lay her head on her sister's shoulder, and stayed in that comforting position all the way back.
Sorry it's so short, more coming! Review and tell me if you liked it!