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Once Macarena looked around herself she noticed that she was in the wrong place. Yes, she indeed liked the music from Zulema Zahir - everyone does love her and her music - but how the hell did she end up at one of her concerts? Everyone was binge drinking and drinking and dancing, and probably more drinking. To be honest, Maca would have loved nothing more than to be at home in that moment, to have glass of red wine and her favorite book.
The reason why she was at that concert is because her best friend, Rizos, was dragging her to join her that night. She was the party girl everyone fell in love with. Rizos loved to drink, to smoke weed, to fuck around and to show everyone what great of a body she has. She really was that one college girl everyone wanted to fuck at least once, the complete opposite of Macarena. The blonde woman loved to wear, kind of, cute clothes, her long blonde hair falling onto her shoulders, slight and natural make up, books. That was her. Two boyfriends. She only had sex with one of them before he broke her heart and moved on to another student.
Everyone in this hall was shouting. Ever single person was excited to be there, waiting for the black haired woman, which has a perfect voice, to appear on stage and to make everyone forget their issues for the next two hours. Everyone, but Macarena, who was leaning against the wall with a Diet Coke in her thin hands, watching her best friend having the time of her life.
"Come on, it will be fun, just let go for a few moments for fucks sake..", Rizos came closer to her, taking the coke out of the blonde woman hands and placing it on the bar before pulling her on to the dance floor. "I hate you..."; Maca mouthed at her friend before the lights went out and the only light spot that was on, was pointing at the woman that was suddenly standing on the stage. Intro of "Guija" stars playing - the show was about to begin.
It took her a little while, but after a few beers, which were quite good, to her own surprise, Macarena really enjoyed being there. She danced and sang and drank - she became the woman rizos was for about an hour. She did not know that side of herself, but she did start to like it. Partying could be fun, her friend was right.
Zulema always had her eyes on the crowd, she let everyone sing with her, she danced and smoked, on stage, which was a little weird in Maca´s opinion. That black haired woman even got down the stage and moved into the crowd and before she knew it, Macarena was standing in front of the singer. She smelled incredible. It was a mix of smoke, sweat and something so sweet that Maca closed her eyes for just a second, knowing that this scent will stay in her mind for a while.
Everyone was shouting together with Zulema, even Macarena started to sing, but not to scream. It seemed to be more than obvious that this was her first concert and the first time she really went out, because everyone was wearing something sexy - black clothes, some girls wore things that looked like just a bra and then there was this blonde woman, wearing a white dress, natural make up, brown boots.
"Hey rubia...", Macarena was lost in her thoughts, eyes closed, mouth open to sing along to the music. She heard that someone called rubia, but how could she know that she was the one, someone spoke to.
She opened her eyes a few seconds later and she found everyone still dancing and singing, except for the singer herself. Zulema Zahir was just standing there, smiling a little, her head slightly tilted to one side, eyes focused on the blonde woman. Maca swallowed hardly and took another sip from her beer before nodding to the singer, who looked even more stunning now that she was directly in front of her.
Everyone thought that the singer would just move along in the crowd to be near to everyone, that she had no intentions of moving somewhere exactly, but everyone was wrong. The black haired had a direction. She went forward to that innocent looking woman, who was clinging to her beer, watching her carefully.
Zulema stand still once she reached that special woman and she looked down onto the cup Macarena was holding, neither of them saying a word, just a totally strange tension between the both of them every single person in this hall could feel that. "Rubita...", Zulema leaned forward and kissed her cheek while grabbing the cup, taking the last sip of beer that was in it before winking at her and walking back on stage - leaving an absolute confused blonde woman standing frozen. Maca drove over her cheek with one hand, not knowing if this was reality or just weird daydream she had, because alcohol was messing with her mind. She took a deep breathe before looking around, noticing her best friend watching her with a dropped jaw.
She walked past Rizos into the ladies bathroom to have a silent minute after what had just happened. She looked at herself in the mirror and could not help but to giggle at her sight. She was so messed up. "What the hell was that..", the door was falling into the lock and as she turned around she found her friend leaning against the door, huge smile on her face, looking at Macarena with a questioning look. That was the answer to her daydreaming question. That all really did happen, she really got kissed by a singer, even if it was just the cheek.
"I don't know,I-..."; Maca couldn't say a word, she just started to laugh uncontrollably, probably because of the beer she has been drinking the whole night. "I need to go home..", she just sighed and walked towards the curly haired girl, hugging her without saying anything. She knew that if she would stayed longer this would end really bad. "Lethes get you home then...", the taller woman just whispered into her ear, while softly stroking her hair. Estefania did have some fun that night and she really could see herself not falling asleep alone that night, but Maca was always worth it. She would let everything down if that one woman needed her help and she did right now. She took the blonde woman's arm and laid it around her neck to support her properly as they walked outside.
Once they were out Maca lost it completely. Within a second she was supporting herself, one hand on the wall, face facing the ground, puke leaving her body non-stop. Rizos hurried to hold her hair up and to stroke over her back, so she knew that she wouldn't be completely alone in that situation. It took her really long to finish that task up, longer than she expected, that could not have been healthy - she would definitely feel that in the morning.
Once the smaller woman stood straight again she cleaned her mouth with her jacket, which she would not use the right way anymore, and looked on the street. "Estefania...we should really get me-....", she was about to finish that sentence when a second wave of nausea hit her and she threw up again. "Oh baby, I know who won't go to college tomorrow..", Rizos giggled while holding her hair up. Again. Normally, that would be the other way around, but it was fine.
Rizos actually liked to see, that her best friend let herself go for one evening. Maca took some time to finish up and to stand up again, but when she did she saw a huge black car, darkened windows, driving past them. Looked like someone important would be transported in that. In fact, she kinda knew that Zulema would sit in there. "Look, your girlfriend is driving by...", Rizos smirked and nodded to the car, which did not make Maca laugh that much, she just smiled slightly before leaning back against the wall, trying to loose her wiggly sight before continuing the trip home. To their surprise, the black car stopped and drove backwards, coming to a stop in front of them.
The whole street was empty, every person that went to that concert was either way still stock in that house, drinking, or on the other side of the house, walking to the station. The house of Maca and Rizos was a little out of town, so they took this road to be a little faster, even if it was not quite legal to go through these streets, roadworks. One window was rolling down and Rizos was looking at the car in total excitement while Maca was busy with cleaning her dress and her shoes, well, at least a little bit. And it was true, Zulema Zahir, the one who drank Macas beer earlier was sitting in that car, smoking, opening the window and gazing at Macarena who did not give a shit at that moment. "Hey rubia..", the older woman yelled and got Macas attention immediately, no one called her like that ever before. "Tough night huh?", she grinned once she noticed why the blonde woman was standing there, Maca did not say a word, she just raised a corner of her mouth and shook her head, not believing anything of this.
Rizos, just standing there, observing the whole situation. The blonde woman did not answer the singer and that seemed to affect her, in some kind of way. Before she could react, Zulema opened the door and walked directly towards the younger woman. "What's your name?", she asked in a dark voice, standing just a few inches away from her, not minding her slightly different smell.
"Macarena...", she looked up to the woman and smirked, "and yours?", she joked.
"Zulema", her eyes suddenly darkened and she took a pull of her cigarette.
"Nice to meet you, Zulema..", she whispered as she looked into dark eyes. "I can see that you are busy now, emptying your small body..", she pointed at the ground, grinning, "but I don't mind you texting me, once you're home safely or tomorrow morning when you ask yourself if this was all a dream or not.", she said quietly and took another, bigger pull of her cigarette, blowing the smoke away, so Maca wouldn't have another reason to throw up.
"Give me your phone.", she said in a strict voice and pointed at the blonde woman's purse, without looking at it. Their eyes looked together. The blonde did not know how to react, she was, still, little shook by all this.
"Mind if I....?", Rizos reached into Macarenas purse to help her out, reaching for her phone and handing it to Zulema quietly. The darker haired woman just nodded at her as she took the phone and typed in her name and number, before placing it in Macarenas purse again. It was weird because blondie did not move an inch the whole time, she was just watching fucking Zulema Zahir giving her her number.
"I expect your message soon...", she said in a low voice while looking into her eyes, winking at her, somehow expecting an answer this time, even though at first it seemed like the blonde would stay quiet until she would have left.
"Well, don't expect too much..", Macarena answered after a few seconds, which felt like hours passing by. She shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her smirk to not look as weak as she felt right now. "Adios rubita...", she jut said before walking backwards and stepping into the car again. Not rolling that window up, she continued looking at that blonde woman that somehow catched her that badly that she really could not stop looking at her. This never happened before, she never wanted to get to know someone that badly.
That young woman was the complete opposite of Zulema, especially that day, because the singer was wearing fully black clothes and a tattoo on her face. Macarena, wearing light clothes, natural look. Both, Rizos and Macarena were about to turn around to continue walking home when they heard a voice yelling at them.
"Hey..."; they turned around, awaiting look on their faces, "take care of her, alright?", she nodded at Rizos and smiled slightly before lightening another cigarette and turning forward to tell her driver to start the engine.
"I will...", the brunette whispered and looked at Maca while shaking her head in laughter before they started walking again.
Still not knowing what happened right now.
"Well that was something...", the blonde woman sight and stroke through her hair as she concentrated on walking a straight line, not knowing if she would really text that woman at some time.