Hey everyone, VickyT36 here with another coco fanfic, enjoy! And I don't own Coco, Pixar does, I just own Gabby and her family

The Life of Miguel Rivera

Miguel's POV

Long ago there was this family; a mama, a papa, and a little girl. They were really happy and their house was always filled with music and dancing. The papa loved his family, but he also had a dream to play music for the world.

One day he left with his guitar, and was never heard from again. The mama didn't have time to cry over him, so she banned all music from her life, and tried to find a way to care for her daughter. So she rolled up her sleeves and learned how to make shoes.

She could've learned to make something cool like pinatas, or wrestler's clothes, but no she decided to make shoes. When her daughter was old enough, she taught her how to make them, and then she taught her son-in-law, and then her grandkids.

As the family grew so did the shoe business. Music may have broken her family apart, but shoes held it together. And I know this because the woman was my great-great grandmother, Mama Imelda.

And her little girl, is my great grandmother, Mama Coco. I walked in to say hi to her one day. "Hola, Mama Coco." I said, kissing her. "How are you, Julio." Mama Coco asked. My name is actually Miguel.

Mama Coco has trouble remembering, because she's so old, but it's good to talk to her either way. So I tell her almost everything. I talk to her about school and sports, I play masked wrestler with her, and I talk about my interesting face symmetry.

My abuelita is Mama Coco's daughter, sometimes she can be a little overbearing, like when she keeps trying to make me eat to fatten me up. She runs the house like Mama Imelda did. She absolutely hates music, when I was blowing on a bottle, she snatched it away.

When a pizza truck was passing by our house playing music, she shut the window. And when a trio of musicians were passing by, she ran out and yelled, "NO MUSIC!" Which scared them away. I think we're the only family in Mexico who hates music.

But my family's okay with that. Me however, I'm not like the rest of them. I love music, and I want to be just like my idol. Ernesto De La Cruz, he was the greatest musician of all time, he was in movies, and played for the whole country.

He died in a tragic way, when he was performing on stage, and a giant bell fell on him. I get the feeling that we're connected some way. There's also another thing I keep from my family. And that's my feeling for Gabriella Lopez, who everyone calls Gabby.

We go to the same school, but I never really noticed her until five weeks ago, when she and her family were in town for the day. We both were in ally looking at the special knick knacks people had made to be sold. When we saw each other, it was like the world had just stopped.

I looked and her and she looked at me, and we both smiled nervously at each other. Then we started talking, and were having a good time to, until it was time for her to go. Gabby was different from me, because the Lopezes were one of the rich prominent families of Santa Cecelia.

Her papa was the chief of surgery at the hospital, her mama was a famous fashion designer, and even her abuelito used to be a successful lawyer, and he owned oil. Most people would think the Lopezes were stuck up snobs, but they were actually pretty nice.

Since we met that day we've grown closer to each other. Almost everyday she'd have her chauffeur drive her into town, and we'd hang out together. We always had a blast together. And she understands me with my family issue.

I'm pretty sure we like each other more than just as friends. Ever since I met her, I've noticed my appetite has changed, (much to Abuelita's annoyance), and I'm always happy to see and hear from her on our walkie talkies.

And with her whenever she sees me she seems to get nervous, and she's always just as happy to hear from me. And recently we got good news. My family's shoe business had been slow lately, and Gabby's mama decided to have Rivera's Shoes work for her, making her shoe designs.

Which means Gabby and I could get to see more of each other.

"Kid, I asked for a shoe shine, not your life story." said a mariachi. Miguel looked up at him, and realized what he was doing. "Oh, sorry." he said. "You know nino, if you really like music then you should tell your family to deal with it." he said.

"I could never do that." said Miguel. "Hey, remember what De La Cruz always said, "You've got to seize your moment"." said the mariachi. "I know, but I couldn't do that unless I moved out." said Miguel, finishing up the shoe shine.

"Well, I can't tell you what to do with your life. But I can tell you that your dream girl is over there." said the mariachi, pointing to the left. Miguel looked, and saw that Gabby was there listening to the music.

"Yes." Miguel whispered. The mariachi gave him some coins, and Miguel went over to her. For a second his voice got caught in his throat, but then he finally spoke. "Hola, Gabby." Gabby turned around, and when she saw him, she got a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

"Hola, Miguel." she said. Suddenly from Gabby's bag came barking. Out of it a small white Bichon Frise poked its' head out. "You remember Carina, right?" asked Gabby. "Si, hola, Carina." said Miguel, petting the dog's head.

Carina barked happily. "So what're you doing here?" "I came with mi mama and papa, they're picking up things for our annual Dia de los Muertos ball." Gabby answered.

Every year on Dia de los Muertos the Lopezes threw a grand party at their mansion, there was music, dancing, great food, and real good time. "I bet it's gonna be bueno." said Miguel. "It will be, but I'm looking forward to it next year." said Gabby.

"Por que?" Miguel asked. "Every time we have the ball, one of my family members is the guest of honor. Last year it was my older brother Antonio's ball, this year it's my sister Susanna's, and next year the ball will be in my honor." she explained.

"Wow, sounds amazing." said Miguel. "Si, I wish you could come, but it's strictly invitation only." said Gabby. "It's okay. Besides my family wouldn't let me go anyway." said Miguel. "Yeah, your family's music ban. Couldn't you just show them how good you are?" Gabby suggested.

"They'd freak." said Miguel. "Hmm, well maybe you could show everyone else." said Gabby, referring to a sign some people were hanging. Miguel looked, and saw that people were hanging a sign for the Dia de los Muertos talent show.

"I'd love to be in that." said Miguel. "And I'd love to hear you play." said Gabby. The two were quiet for a moment, then a sharp voice called out to him. "Miguel!" it said. Miguel turned around and saw his abuelita stomping towards him.

"Abuelita." he said nervously. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Miguel tried to explain to her, when suddenly she took off her sandal, and hit Gabby right in the face. "You leave my grandson alone!" she shouted.

"Senora..." Gabby said. "What did she say to you?" asked Abuelita worriedly. "She was just telling me about music." said Miguel. Miguel's Tio Berto and cousin Rosa gasped. "My grandson, is a sweet, perfect precious little angel. And he wants nothing to do with music, so you stay away from him you sirena." Abuelita threatened.

Frightened Gabby ran away. Abuelita put back on her shoe, and looked at Miguel. "Ah mi bebe." she said, smother Miguel, as she kissed him. "Esta bien. You know better than to be here. You will come home." said Abuelita.

Miguel sighed, grabbed a flier for the talent show and followed his family. "How many times do we have to tell you, that plaza is crawling with mariachis." said Tio Berto. "Yes, Tio Berto." said Miguel.

Suddenly Dante came up to them. "Go away!" shouted Abuelita, throwing her shoe for Dante to chase. "It's just Dante." said Miguel. "Never name a street dog, they'll follow you forever, now go get mi zapato." said Abuelita.

That's chapter 1, no flames plz