Before you're going to read this story some info, it's a sequel to livin' la vida loca but I think you can read this without llvl. But if you like to know what happened before I suggest you should read it, pretty please with sugar on top.

Disclaimer: It's not mine. Sands ain't mine, he belongs to Robbert Rodrigues, god bless ya!

Warning: Guess I need to say Sands won't shut his mouth so there will be a lot of swearing

Chapter 1)The date.

In the early evening of Mexico a boy stumbled across the street. Well, boy, young man as he preferred. He looked from side to side and crossed the asphalt road. It started to get a bit colder but the felt his cheeks burn. Right now he didn't feel much as a man, more as a nervous little kid.

'I don't want to make you nervous, but if he doesn't like you you're dead meat' She'd said. He sighted. Great, now he had to act like the perfect guy to pick up a girl… If there was even a little change it could get that far. There was no way this could work out well, the things his neighbours had told about him sounded terrible.

'There is just no way this will work out.' He sighted and walked up the stairs to the second floor. From the hall he heard two voices scream. Again a sight. 'Yes, this will end very badly…'

We walked to the third door and knocked. One voice yelled some curses, someone fell to the ground and something broke into pieces. His eyebrow rose and he was just about to knock for the second time, when the door got smacked open. Quickly he lowered his hand.

"I swear if you're that same ignorant retarded salesman that was here last week I won't think twice to rip your tongue out!" Said the man in front of him. The man looked from side to side and pushed his sticky dark hair out of his face. "So, are you going to tell me why you think you're good enough to waste my time?" He spook with razor-sharp words.

"I'm J-Julio Lopez señor." He said polite hoping his girlfriend-to-be would hurry.

The man thought for a moment. "You're that lil' fag Lizz can't shut her cute little mouth about?"

Offended by this insult he glared at the man. "Guess so."

The man's behaving changed, before he knew it a hand grabbed around his shirt and he got pulled in, and back against the wall.

"Listen, punk, if you even think that you can just waltz in here you're very… very wrong!"

Julio gulped and nodded quickly. 'They're right, this guy is nuts! Why do I have to get a date with a niña living with a loca?'

A door opened, followed by a loud yell. "SANDS!"

He took an eased breath. 'Talking about timing.'

The man's grip eased and let him go. He gave him one last look, a warning, he knew it. Then the man turned around.

"Lizzy, nice to know your lung capacity still functions perfectly."

"Shut up!" She looked from him to Julio and smiled a bit embarrassed, flushing her cheeks red. He chuckled. The memories of the first time he saw her. She was on her way home, just coming from the market and he had to deliver some things at the local grocery. She carried two big bags and stumbled to keep them balanced. It was funny to watch so he stopped for a moment. She noticed but tried to avoid eye contact. She tried too hard and stumbled over a tile. She fell to the ground, followed by two bags, milk and a yelp. He had tried not to laugh, but couldn't resist. After earning her glare he helped her up and picked up her supplies from the ground. That seemed enough for her to say 'hello' and before he knew it they where talking while walking to her house. When he wanted to walk with her she stopped and said it was fine. Right then he didn't think it could be because anything bad, but that was before all the rumours.

"-And I don't like it that every time someone is at the door you scream death threats at them!" he blinked and looked at her. She looked a bit funny, glaring at the man so seriously while she tried to not to sound furious.

"And I don't like being all that happy to let every fuckmook in. This is Mexico for fucks sake!"

"Mexico isn't that terrifying, and this is a peaceful town." She snapped back. She rolled her eyes and looked at Julio. "Hi, sorry for this, he's a little bit-"

"Psycho? Disturbed? Murderers?" The man helped her out.

"- Insane lately." She finished, shooting daggers at the man. "I'll get my coat and then we can go." And she hurried into another room.

"So… you are Julio…" The man with the glasses said on a painfully sharp tone. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Sands and don't fuck with me, got that kid?"

Julio quickly nodded and grabbed his hand. "Good." The man said pleased. With his other hand he grabbed Julio's shoulder and pushed him down.

"How much do you love life, Julio?" He then asked, grinning.

Julio tried to pull his arm back, with as only result his arm got pushed further on his back. His muscles started aching while he spook. "Very much."

"Peachy, than you will listen well, very well." The grip on his arm tightened. "Get her home by ten, try anything and you can change your name into Julia, savvy?"

"Si." Julio answered hissing.

"Swell."

His arm got released and the man tapped him on the shoulders. "Good dog." With furious eyes he watched the man walk across the room and sit down on the sofa.

'He's even crazier than the neighbours said…' He swallowed by the thought.

Luckily Lizz hurried back in with a purse and a thin jacket. "I'm going and will be back late."

The man made a waving motion on the sofa. "Of course you will, Lizzy-O."

She frowned and looked at Julio. He gulped and shook his head, pushing her to the door. Outside she gave him a questioning look.

"Okay, spill it out, what did Sands say to you?"

He shrugged. "Nothing special." Except planning to kill me…

"Right…" The voice said enough to assure him she didn't buy his lie. Luckily she didn't continue asking. That was one thing he liked about her, she didn't make a scene about small things, something 99 percent of the Mexican girls could make a note of. She also was a bit of the outcast with her short blond hair and big blue eyes. Most of the girls in town made mean comments about her being so 'American.' He didn't agree with those girls, she spoke Spanish correctly and there was definitely some Mexican temper in her veins. He once asked her if she was partly Mexican, and she gave him a vague answer and made an excuse. After that he never asked her anything about her roots. He didn't know much about her, nor did he know where she came from. Villagers said she popped up out of nowhere with her uncle.

"Hey are you going to stand there al day or are we going to do something fun?" She smiled and scampered to his truck.

.-.-.

A bit nervous and giggly she sat in the front seat of his old second-hand truck. She looked into the side mirror to check her hair and make up. She blew her hair out of her face and smiled. Good, she looked ok. Very ok. Maybe even more than ok. From the corners of her eyes she looked at her left. Damn, did he even notice she looked more than ok? A bit disappointed she looked down to the dashboard where a package of tobacco lied.

'The only minus, he smokes.' She didn't mind much. Sands smoked all the time and… well this guy was the first that actually spoke to her. The whole small city-thing was a bit of a disappointment. She'd hoped people would accept her more. And living with an insane gunfighter didn't help her build op some approval of the local people.

"So, where we going?" She asked.

"To a bar a few miles further." He said back.

"Good, I really need a drink." She said.

"And why is that?" He smiled.

"Because of the jerk I live with. I swear since we got here he gets on my nerves, being so god damn annoying." Sulky she played with her hair.

"What's going on with that guy anyhow?" Julio asked on a normal tone, but his hands were clutched around the wheel. She understood he didn't like Sands at all, not that she could blame him of course…

"Overly protective I guess. And being a bit paranoid… And, he's just a bit different."

"You're sure that's it?"

She froze. "What's that suppose to mean?"

He shrugged and his grip tightened. "Just a bit worried about you, people talk you know."

"People talk shit." She wished she hadn't sounded that bitterly.

"Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't." he said a bit trailed off.

She decided to drop the issue. For once she wanted to have a normal teenage night. Being drunk and dance and have a great time. Without shooting accidents or dead bodies…

.-.-.

It was crowded in the bar, it reminded her a bit of the few bars she visited with Sands. Julio grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd to the bar. She felt her cheeks turn red from the touch and hoped he wouldn't notice. Finally, she thought, a guy I totally like. She looked at him a bit sheepish. Yeah, he is perfect, minus smoking. Mexican, dark curling hair, eyes like chocolate… And sexy and he was very nice… perfect! Before they even talked she had seen him a couple of times from her apartment. She nearly fainted when he spoke to her in his very heavy accented English. Too cute, too cute, had shot through her head.

"What do you want to drink?" He asked.

Quickly she wiped the sheepish look from her face. "Tequila lime, please."

He gave her a worried look. "You're sure?"

She grinned. "Totally sure, need a drink. Now!"

He chuckled and she felt butterflies in her belly. He ordered the drinks and they sat down in the corner.

"So how long ago did you move into this small town?" Julio asked, sipping his drink.

She thought for a moment. "Three months ago I think, maybe even a bit longer."

"Three months? How come I never saw you before, the first time I saw you was a couple of weeks ago."

Again she felt her cheeks turn red. "Couldn't get out much, long story…" She didn't like to focus so much attention on her, her past that was. "So what about you, tell me something about you."

He started to tell about his family. He was the oldest and had two younger sisters and a younger brother and still lived with his parent since he couldn't afford a house yet. He told about his life, his school, about his job at the gas station. Meanwhile they had a couple of more drinks and he asked her to dance.

Lizz already felt a bit dizzy but didn't feel that drunk yet and jumped up. The music burst out of the boxes and they started to dance.

'Finally, the life of a normal teen.' She laughed and danced on the rhythm of the music. "I LOVE THIS SONG!" She screamed.

"WHAT?!" Julio yelled back.

"NEVERMIND!" She jumped in a circle and noticed the colouring lights where waving at her. 'Damn a bit too much tequila…' She shrugged. 'Can't kill me.'

After a few numbers the music went more calmly. She smiled shy and placed her arms around his neck. Yeah, finally a normal teenage date. No gunfights, no freaking outs, not tension, just him. And me, dancing… Before she noticed she had that sheepish smile up again and hummed with the song they where dancing on.

She frowned as she noticed her 'date' kept looking on his watch time after time. 'Okay, he is not having a nice time. Great, first date since… forever and he's bored.' He caught her annoyed gaze and smiled nervously. 'Smile is not good enough.'

"Hey are you bored or something?" She yelled above the music. Immediately he shook his head. "Then what is it?!"

He flushed and mumbled something she couldn't hear correctly. Okay, not nice, am I doing something wrong? She watched her feet, I'm dancing correctly I guess and there is no way he could think she would want sex on the first date. Maybe make out but nothing further…

After a few more minutes and him peeping at his watch she was pissed.

She pulled her arms back and pushed him off. "You know, if you hate to spend time with me, you just can drive me home, okay!" Moody she stamped out of the bar heading to his car. She crossed her arms and stood against the car. After a few seconds Julio stammered to her, with hanging shoulders.

"I'm sorry Lizz, I didn't mean to..."

She gave him a hard look and pouted. "Just get me home okay? That's not to much to ask." She opened the door and sat down, looking through the window, away from him.

Julio sighted, great first date since… pretty long and I messed up. A bit embarrassed he sat down besides her. "Look Lizz, I'm sorry. It's not you it's-"

"Yeah yeah, me, you know with the next niña you dump I would try to get a little bit more original. This is pretty lame."

He swallowed and opened his mouth again, thing to figure out what to say without sinking more into his mess. "That's not what I was going to say. It's that… guy you're living with." Her head snapped a hundred percent, her eyes finking with rage and a bit of hope. It gave him a little bit more courage. "He kinda told me to get you home by ten, or else…"

She started to smile again, what seemed a bit odd considering what he just said. "So you don't think I'm boring?" She said in a high tone.

"No! Of course not." He sighted, glad she wasn't mad anymore. "You're pretty interesting, Lizz."

She bit her lip and turned red. "Really?"

"Yeah, really." He said, bending closer to her. Her eyes glittered as she turned her head towards him. He took her hand and squeezed it soft. "Even more than just interesting." He felt her tremble and she closed her eyes. He pulled her closer and-

Rrrrrrinngggg…

They both jumped and nudged their heads against each other.

"Ouch!" She rubbed her sore head and yanked her mobile phone out of her pocket. "Yeah, Lizz here what do you want?!" She didn't receive an answer but assumed it was Sands, trying to fuck up her date. "Arrogant ass!" she muttered angry. 'Just because he doesn't have a date he was to mess up mine!'

"So, that means I have to get you home?" Julio laughed rubbing his own head.

A bit embarrassed she nodded. "I think so."

.-.-.-.

They drove home in silence, but not the deadly lethal on the first date one. He had turned on the radio and Lizz sat quiet, a bit blasted away giving him a couple of sheepish grins. 'He tried to kiss me like… for real! And o my god, I mean we almost kissed!' Cursing herself by remembering it was her fault they didn't really kiss, she hummed with the song.

He stopped his car across her apartment. Now the silence started to get her.

"Quarter past ten, you think he'll be mad?" He asked her half joking.

'Owh boy you have no idea who you're up against,' she smiled sadly. "I don't think mad is in his dictionary, he turns from sarcastic and annoying into trigger happy psycho in three point zero seconds. It's happy or murderess with him, not a shade of grey."

He was silent for a second and she saw him think deep. 'I have to stop rambling so much, if he just know a bit about me he would…', she frowned. 'What will he think of me then…'

"I have to go." She said quickly opening her door. She was about to step out when he caught her wrist. She turned around giving him a questioning look.

His dark eyes burned into hers. "See you around Lizz?"

She was about to melt. "Definitely!"

And she closed the car door and walked into the apartment, ready for a fight. Lizz versus Sands. As she thought about that her happy feeling sank into her shoes.

.-.-.-.

First fan fiction since forever. I hope you liked it, I know I like writing it. I kinda missed Sands. Next chap much more of him! And remember, reviewing encourages the writing progress!

Luvzzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.