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dabblescrawl · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Shy - Part Three

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Request by @ratatata-ah While Oscar is incarcerated, the reader took care of Cesar and when Oscar gets out he and the reader (Monse’s cousin) meet for the first time. Oscar quickly becomes infatuated with the reader and invites her to his “welcome home” party to get to know her more. The reader is shy and Oscar is very flirtatious trying to get her to open up more. Long story short, the series could be about Oscar falling in love with the reader

Many hours later Spooky was not faring a whole lot better than some of the other Santos. At least it was his house and he had someone to take care of him. He kept repeating that part over and over as the night went on. “This is Y/N, she takes care of people, she’s taking care of me!”

Stumbling in through the back door he still had his arm wrapped around my neck. It had stayed there most of the night and was the way he got me to move around the party with him. Mostly he just pulled me in this direction or that around the party.

I can’t much complain though, Spooky was a much more fun drunk than my friends. My friends usually ended up face down somewhere they shouldn’t be or fighting me over going home. He’d obediently had water when prompted and food. Most of my friends were sloppy drunks. Spooky wasn’t he was just goofy.

We made our way down the hallway and to his room. Since he hadn’t been there long yet it still smelled stale from disuse. I made my way into the room and plopped down on his bed. He kicked off his shoes and flopped down there.

As my work here was done, I raised myself to my feet and headed towards his door. Like a lightning bolt had struck him, he sat up straight in bed. “Hey, where are you going?” He asked suddenly as seriously as when I had met him the first time.

“Home” I shrugged.

“You can’t walk home” he shook his head fumbling out of the bed, “Not on the streets at night by yourself.”

“Spooky, I’ve done it a thousand times before.”

“No” he ordered at me, now standing with his face set and eyes trained on me.

“Spooky” I pleaded. I wasn’t sure how to proceed. I didn’t need to stay here, if it was just Cesar that would be one thing, in fact Monse and I had stayed a few nights here in this very room, but with Spooky here I felt like I was invading. And I couldn’t have him take me home, if it wasn’t safe for sober me, it wouldn’t be a good idea for drunk Spooky to come home alone.

“Don’t Spooky me. Let someone take care of you this one time” the words would have looked good on paper but they were delivered with no room for discussion. I didn’t move and then Spooky’s face shifted again, now questioning me, “Do you go home if you stay this late with Cesar.”

Dammit, what had he read my thoughts, “No.”

“Where do you stay then?” His eyes trained on me still.

I didn’t say anything, but my eyes glanced towards the bed as I tried hard to think of something to answer. “The couch” I lied.

“You’re lying” he said simply, “I’ll take the couch and you can stay here like normal” he said gesturing towards the bed.

“It’s your house” I tiptoed towards the door, I was closer anyways. “I’ll stay on the couch.” He followed me into the living room carrying a few blankets and a pillow off his bed.

Once I was adequately set up on the couch he finally turned around and walked towards his room. Just before leaving the room he turned around again, “Stay” he said pointing.

I raised my hands in surrender, “I promise.”

And to my surprise he broke out in a big goofy smile, “Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning” and with that he was off to bed and very quickly I heard the snores of the drunken Santo.

Sun streaming through the window and my biological clock both woke me up early. After playing on my phone until it died, I couldn’t wait any longer to get up. I tiptoed my way to the bathroom hoping not to wake either of the Diaz brothers up, assuming Cesar stayed here last night, I wasn’t actually sure.

Coming out of the bathroom and back to the main part of the house I found Cesar in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinet.

“I forgot to get cereal last week” I said, “Sit, I’ll make you something.”

“Hey, I didn’t think I’d see you” he looked me over, still in my clothes from the night before and makeup looking uneven “still here…”

“Your brother wouldn’t let me go home.” I shrugged, pulling out the ingredients for breakfast. We spent the rest of the time in a comfortable silence as I finished his breakfast. Cesar had been paying more attention and had noticed his older brother come into the main part of the house, checking the couch before making his way to the entry of the kitchen. Cesar noticed him yawn and lean up against the wall watching you work.

When I finished I set Cesar’s plate down in front of him and rested my elbows across the counter at him, “What are you going to do today.”

The teenager shrugged, “I think we’re going to Ruby’s”.

I noticed Spooky walk into the kitchen. Next to me at the sink he filled a glass of water and gulped it down in just a few swallows before filling it up again and repeating the process. He filled and started the coffee pot, coffee, that sounded great. I turned back to the stove to get started on Spooky’s breakfast.

He moved closer to me, wordlessly, and nodded towards the other stool next to Cesar. He uses his eyebrows and sticks his chin out. I noticed last night too, you can read a lot on his face without him having to say anything. “Sit”.

I was about to protest that I didn’t mind cooking before he set his face and stared me down like he had last night. Instead I meandered over to the stool and sat next to Cesar. The teenager looked between myself and his brother a few times as if asking what was going on. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t quite sure either.

Next Spooky set to making breakfast. When the coffee was done he filled a cup and held it out to me. I took it breathing in the smell deeply. There is nothing like a cup of warm coffee. I slowly sipped the hot liquid, the heavenly hot breath of life and sighed. Spooky looked back at me and cocked an eyebrow.

“Don’t mind her,” Cesar answered the unspoken question, “She’s always like that. I’m pretty sure she’d marry coffee if that was even possible.”

I nodded and hummed in reply as Spooky set a finished plate in front of me. “Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I like to cook,” he replied.

Part Four Coming Soon

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dabblescrawl · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Shy - Part Two

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In my panic to lose Cesar in the crowd I had kept tight at his back and taken several large pulls on my beer in an attempt to get myself under control. Being shy wasn’t just about sitting quietly in a corner, it was about doing the right thing at the right time so as not to be noticed, or in this case, stressing about the interactions that might occur with all these people.

When Cesar reached the DJ he greeted him with that little high-five, hug thing homies always seem to do and turned to Spooky. “She’s here,” he said simply and I took a quick, but large gulp of my beer just before he turned to face me.

“Present and accounted for,” I said, lifting my beer in greeting and downed the rest of it.

Spooky cracked a smile, “Glad you could make it” He reached off to the side, grabbed another and popped the cap off before handing it to me. “I probably owe you quite a few of those” gesturing towards Cesar.

“Gracias,” I answered. It took everything in me not to keep drinking, but I wasn’t about to get uncontrollably drunk at a Santos party. The first beer was just enough, fast enough to make me social. “You don’t owe me anything, he’s a great kid” I reached out to ruffle his hair, “most days better than the kid I’m supposed to take care of.”

“Even when I can’t get out of bed and be ready on time to go to the skate park.”

I rolled my eyes, “Listen, that’s just ridiculous, who can’t get ready for a leisure activity of their own choice, WHEN THEY GET TO PICK THE TIME TO LEAVE” I finished exasperated.

Spooky cuffed Cesar on the back of the head, “You be ready to go when she’s ready to go, number one rule of women” he said smiling at his little brother.

“Thank you!” I answered, nodding towards Cesar. But I had exhausted my end of the conversation. I’m not a great conversationalist after all. It didn’t seem to bother Cesar or Spooky though, who went on talking with a few cholos standing near them. I was content to stand off to the side of the dance floor and watch as people became more and more drunk.

By the time Cesar left my beer was pretty warm and gross and my buzz from earlier had worn off. With Cesar gone, the number of people I knew here was down to 1, well really like ½, I didn’t really know Spooky. I downed the rest of the beer and surveyed the dance floor, planning an escape route through the crowd.

“If you want to dance all you have to do is ask,” Spooky said, catching me off guard from behind and switching out the empty beer in my hand for a full one. “I’m not really a dancer but I can stand there and make you look good” he finished.

“Oh, no, I was just checking it all out. I’m not really dance floor material myself” I said, giving him a small smile.

“Ah, so you are planning to bolt” he said knowingly looking out over the floor also. “The most direct route is right through the middle,” he said pointing, “but of course that has obvious challenges, so I personally would suggest a longer, but more effective escape route down past the grill and through the house.” he finished now pointing out that route.

“Effective maybe but also through your house, which just feels invasive now. I was really going for around the edge and down past your car there. Of course it’s a close call right there by the rear fender, but I think I could make it through without touching anything” I shrugged.

Now he turned to me, “Not having fun then?”

I shrugged again, “It’s not that I’m not having fun, just seems like maybe you have enough going on,” I say, trying to soften the blow. I’m pretty sure it would be insulting to tell a Santo you weren’t having fun at their welcome home party, even if you’re like me and by general rule, don’t have fun at parties.

“It’s my party, I do what I want” he says, “Come on drink up, we’ll make it fun” he holds out his beer like for cheers.

I clink my bottle with his and attempt to bring it to my mouth, only to have his hand dart out to grab my wrist and stop me. “That’s not how we do this Y/N” he said. “Try again,” he held his beer up and I did the same looking at him, “Arriba”

“Arriba” I mimicked, not sure exactly what we were doing.

He dropped it about waist height, “Abajo”.

Again I followed him, “Abajo”

He smirked at me then, and brought it a little higher, “Al centro”.

Now I had a question in my voice and I was wondering just how long this went on for, “Al centro” I repeated quizzically.

“Y adentro” he said, pausing and looking at me with his own beer poised at his lips.

“Y adentro” I said and took a giant pull on my beer. If I was about to do this bonding with Spooky thing, I was going to need to make up some lost ground. “Alright,” I quipped, “Do it again. I think I got it.”

He laughed and held his beer high, “Arriba, abajo, al centro, y adentro” we said moving and speaking in unison before taking another large gulp.

“It means…” he started but I waved him off.

“I know what it means, above, below, center and inside.” I answered, “Is this a Santo party thing or a general party thing?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me. “It’s a general thing” he said, “You mean to tell me this is your first party?” he asked.

“No.” I paused and continued slowly, “not my first persay, but I’m not usually the one doing the drinking. I’m the float along the edge, plan the escape, and cart everyone home kind of friend.”

“When do you get to be the cheers, get drunk, and get taken home, kind of friend.” He asked.

“Um, never” a laugh bubbled out of me as the beer I’d nearly finished started coursing through my veins, “I have never once been that friend.” I answered.

He nodded slowly, “Well, tonight, be that friend” he said simply and I shook my head no. “I promise, I’ll take care of you,” he said, and I shook my head no again, “Look here,” he said, passing me his beer, “I’m done, you’ll be fine, I got you, Santos honor” he finished holding his hand up like an oath.

“Now, this is in no way insulting your ability to provide,” I prefaced, “but that’s just not me.” I shrugged.

“Everybody wants someone to take care of them” he said simply, his face puzzled.

I shrugged, “I don’t know what that means, I’ve taken care of myself so long, I wouldn’t know what to do if someone took care of me.”

He just stared back at me but I could see the wheels turning in his mind. Shit, we’d gotten into life territory. And to pity territory and I didn’t want to be one of those girls. Not to mention, it's not like Spooky had been well taken care of all his life. From what I remember before he was locked up, and know from Cesar, it’s not like anyone was doting on him.

I waved my hard, “Regardless, unnecessary information. It’s your party” I handed him back his beer. “I’ll take care of you” I smiled. “Finnie honor” I said mimicking him earlier.

Spooky took back the beer, “You remember the escape route?” he asked, swigging the rest down.

“Out towards the grill and in through the house. Hallway is to the left, bathroom on the right for the most dire of emergencies, bedroom at the end of the hall when the night is done” I smiled back, feeling more comfortable in the caregiving role. I hadn’t realized how much his questions had unnerved me earlier until I slipped back into this familiar territory.

He nodded and wrapped one arm around my neck. “Alright, shots first, then I’ll introduce you to some people” and started pulling me towards the makeshift bar.

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Once Bitten, Twice Shy - Part One

Monse and her crew had been friends since birth it seemed. In truth, I suppose it was grade school when they were all kinders and the rag-tag group had formed. Monse, always her style, had been the outspoken one who took quickly to learning. Cesar had kept up with her academically and they had often found themselves in the same groups assigned by their teachers. The pair’s quick wit and blunt personalities had matched right away. Cesar was also a protector. Even as small children Ruby and Jamal had been in need of that. And so the small group of wildly different perspectives had formed.

Sitting in the Diaz house now watching them argue about the rules for Clue, I rolled my eyes. Their little group seemed to conflict more than they agreed, and yet the soon to be high schoolers seemed tight as ever. Often when you were watching them spend time together like this you were slightly jealous of their tight bond. Despite any bickering or arguments, the group always had each other’s backs. They protected and supported one another. The world be damned and destroyed if it tried to hold down any one of the four.

Many times I’d wished my friendships were like that. Of course they weren’t. Sure I had friends but I am a continuous giver without much reciprocation. I am a part of several friend groups due to my kind spirit and personality, but none of those groups ever felt like my own, not the way the Core 4 belonged to each other. It probably was related to my hesitant and unsure nature when it came to sharing myself with others. It was easier to be a yes woman and do what was asked of me than build any personal connections.

Shaking away the thoughts of self pity and jealousy, because those never resulted in anything good, I elected to see what was still in the fridge from my last shopping trip. Opening the door I saw a few things but nothing of substance left. I nodded to myself, grabbing the keys off the countertop and heading towards the door.

“I’m going to the store,” I announced, my words unheard over the game, “Ay!” I shouted over their voices to try again. Four sets of eyes trained on me. “Cesar and Monse, any requests from the store for food this week?” Both preteens shook their heads negative. “Ok, well I’m going now then, and then when I get back…”

“Everybody better get their asses outside to help carry it in.” They answered.

I nodded, “And then everybody is going home,” which was answered by 4 sets of eye rolls. “Eh, eh, it’s a school night,” four more nods. “Last call on requests because…”

“I’m only going once” they echoed again, cutting me off.

“Awww,” I replied sweetly tugging at Monse’s check who was closest to me, “I have trained you so well.” I giggled and headed out the door as the bickering started again.

The mothering thing had come naturally to me, but I guess that was to be expected, I had raised myself from a young age. When Uncle Monty first started long hauls he was only gone overnight and I’d gone to stay with Monse. But the money was better and I was free anyways so nights turned to weekends, and weekends, turned to weeks, and those weeks were sometimes continuous. I’d lived there through most of high school and simply stayed after I graduated three years ago. I’d always been able to go out on a limb for either Monse or Cesar and be more assertive, but when it came to myself that was a skill I lacked.

After Cesar’s brother had gotten locked up, he’d been a mess. How was a 10 year old kid supposed to take care of himself? And the truth was, he wasn’t. In fact, it was by some miracle at all that he’d been overlooked and allowed to continue to live outside of the foster system himself. And I intended to keep him that way. Sure, he was alone a lot, but the Core 4 and myself also tried to have him around as much as possible. So really, he wasn’t alone all that much more than you or Monse. The thought of foster care just did too much to disrupt his life so you’d made it your mission to make sure it didn’t happen to either of them.

Pulling the coffee off the pot and pouring it into the cup I slid my phone out of my pocket and speed dialed 2. “Hello” came the groggy voice on the other end.

“Morning, sleepy head” he smiled into the phone, “Have you taken a shower yet?” The voice mumbled an affirmative. “What’d you have for breakfast?” The voice slurped into the phone as if to answer the question.

Mouth clearly full, the answer was garbled, “Cereal”.

I nodded to myself, “Brushed your teeth?”

“YES MOM” was answered from the frustrated half yell.

“Listen here friend,” I started, “it’s a call or a visit, you want your mornings to yourself you just answer.”

“I know” Cesar conceded, “I have to get dressed so I’ll be ready when everybody gets here.

“Have a great day, learn something new, and…be good” we finished in unison. “Bye, companero”

“Bye”

I hung up and took the first deep gulp of piping hot coffee. Ok, one down, one to go. I marched off towards Monse’s room where I completed almost the same routine with much more resistance from Monse than Cesar had given me. The teen years were going to be fun.

With everyone off to school you hurried around to tidy up the house, finish getting ready for work, and barely made it out the door on time.

Monse had just left for writing camp for the summer. For the first time in a long time, there wasn’t a kid in the house for you to take care of. You’d picked up extra shifts, carefully scheduling them when Cesar should be asleep or with friends so that he wouldn’t be alone all the time.

As seemed to be my norm, I had done some favors for my friends this morning and was completely behind when I had wanted to leave. I texted Cesar apologizing and letting him know I would make a late lunch, instead of noon as we had planned. No response yet, I hoped he hadn’t decided to eat without me.

I hurried to finish getting ready and chose to leave the house with soaking wet hair. I mean Cesar has seen me before, no need to waste anymore time getting prepped, we were just having lunch.

I pulled into the drive and noticed quite a few more cholos in the yard. I frowned, that’s weird, sometimes different homies come around to check on Cesar, but never this many. Something had to be going on.

I stepped out of the car and headed for the house. Opening the door I yelled for Cesar, “Hey, Cesar, just me. I’ll get lunch started!” I made my way into the kitchen without really taking a look around, “Also, what’s going on, there’s like a bunch of people outside.” I pulled the ingredients for lunch from the cabinets and the fridge with ease, after all it’s not my first time cooking here.

“Uh, Y/N” Cesar said, seemingly hesitant near the fridge.

“What’s up dude” I smiled and continued about my business.

“And who do you think you are?” a deep, booming, voice came from behind where Cesar stood.

I turned and my jaw dropped to see Cesar’s older brother Spooky behind him. Blinking a few times, I gathered myself.

“Uh, hi, Spooky” I started, then gained a little more confident and raised my voice above a whisper, “You probably don’t know me, I am Monse’s cousin, Y/N.” You paused as the information didn’t seem to answer his question, his face hard and betrayed no emotion. “Um, I have been watching out for Cesar since you’ve been gone.” I finished.

“Yeah, Oscar, she’s been awesome. She checks on me every day, and does the grocery shopping, and well most of the cooking too.” Cesar started his words tumbling out in a rush.

“Monse’s cousin?” he asks.

I nod, “Yeah, my mom is Uncle Monty’s, that’s Monse’s dad, sister. I didn’t move to Freeridge full time until she died” I shrugged, it was old news.

He nodded as if taking in this new information. “Well thanks for taking care of my mano'' he said, placing his hand on Cesar’s shoulder.

“Now I get why everyone is outside” I answered, turning back to the food, “well” I said clicking my teeth and surveying the contents of the fridge. “I don’t think I have what we need to serve everybody. But I can do lunch for the three of us.” I said turning back to the Diaz brothers and waving my pointer finger in a circle at each of us and each nodded in turn.

“Give me like” I made a calculating face waving my hands in that little up down motion for about “20 minutes and it’ll be on the table. Give or take.” I amended my previous statement.

When I finished lunch, I laid it out on the table and mostly listened to Cesar detail to Spooky everything that had gone on since he’d been locked up. There was a lot to catch up on in Cesar’s life, and that of the block. Mostly I was quiet but every now and then Cesar would turn to me for a detail or I’d prod him about a subject that he’d forgotten to include. Spooky would look at me intently each time I did speak and I couldn’t figure out the look he was wearing when he did.

After lunch I cleaned up and was headed for home. “Ay, Y/N” Spooky stopped me before I left for the afternoon. “We’re having a party tomorrow night. Beers on me, thanks for taking such good care of Cesar.”

Standing in your room you weren’t quite sure what you should wear. Parties weren’t really your thing after all. The concept was always appealing but the practice was always less than desirable. At the time that you had accepted it had sounded like a fine idea and now you weren’t really looking forward to it at all. You weren’t even sure you’d know anyone there at all except Spooky. Well and possibly Cesar, but, the idea of drinking with a nearly 14 year old made your motherly, legal, brain uncomfortable. You laughed at yourself, because a Santos party was the place to be concerned about legality.

Sighing and looking back at your bed you decided to play eeny meeny miney mo with yourself. If you didn’t choose soon you’d chicken out entirely. I wanted to try to be a little more adventurous and also I had told Spooky I would be there, if I don’t go it’s like backing out on a promise. In the end you ended up with a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a strappy but flowy tank. My hair isn’t usually as unruly as Monse’s, but today I had no such luck. I threw it in a couple of tight braids and hurried to put on some make up. I looked at myself in the mirror on my door as I tied my converse. Close enough, I thought.

When I got to the Diaz house I was grateful for 3 things, my outfit allowed me to stay relatively cool and comfortable even in the California summer evening, I had chosen to walk because the curb was packed with cars, and Cesar was right out front. If it hadn’t been for his catching my eye, I probably would have turned around before ever stepping foot into the party. There were a lot of people here, like A LOT of people.

Cesar had taken me to the backyard as he’s been instructed by Spooky and cracked open my choice of beers. I was both afraid to drink too much and too socially awkward not to get a little liquor courage in my veins. “Next, stop, Spooky” Cesar announced.

“What?” I asked eyebrows furrowed.

“He said he wanted to know when you got here, he was by the DJ last time I saw him” Cesar turned and began snaking through the people in the yard and a beat or two later I was following him.

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dabblescrawl · 4 years

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Saving Santos Update!!

I've been a little unsure where to go with this next, however, I have some ideas!! Maybe with alternative endings so you all can pick your favorite?

Leave me a comment and let me know, should I try out multiple endings??

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dabblescrawl · 4 years

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Gato Fuera de la Bolsa

First time I have tried something like this! Hope you like it!

Here’s a One - Shot as per request:

The reader is Ruby’s older sister and she’s secretly dating Oscar and like Ruby, Jamal, Cesar, Monse find out

The Core 4 sat crowded together on the couch while Mario spilled his cross faded wisdom. You’d come in later for the rant apparently, pulling off your shoes from work you threw a ‘sorry’ glance at the kids on the couch.

“Yes he’s high” Mario was saying, “On life, memories, and some seriously good indo,” chuckling to himself, “What I was saying? Work hard, put your heart out there, even if its broken by some bitch you’ve known since Mr. Estrada’s seventh grade Social Studies!” His voice raised as he got heated.

Grabbing your shoes to cart off to your room and ambled down the hallway, drowning out the, very likely very terrible, advice of your twin brother. If you’d stuck around there you might have realized that his advice was not only sound for the young freshman, but the heart of it was to. It was an end of an era and a start to something new.

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Despite being twins, Mario and you were very different. You liked to think that high, lighthearted quality was something you shared but in all honesty he had that skill in spades and yours was situational. He could joke through anything. He also loved all things social. That was probably the reason he went to Berkley at all, he wasn’t very good at it. You supposed that’s how he ended up back in your house with Amber. Well it probably explained a lot about the whole Amber situation.

You were much more reserved and cautious, while Mario believed everyone loved him from the start, you believed that you knew who loved you and that anyone else probably didn’t. It had come as a huge shock when ‘THE Santo’ had come to visit you more days than he didn’t, on purpose and even more so when he’d taken you on date after date until you were quite clearly the only woman he had time for.

“Hi! You look like you need an ice cream, what can I get ya?” You’d asked the man standing on the other side of the window.

“Don’t I know you?” He’d asked instead of giving his order eyebrows arched in question.

“Freeridge” you’d answered, giving him little finger guns, “Mario’s my twin, everybody knows him better.”

The man nodded in response. “Uh, chocolate milkshake, large” he ordered after a pause.

“Sure thing!” You’d wandered off into the shop to get the milkshake. When you came back you gave him a big smile, “Or I’m Ruby’s sister. He and Cesar have been inseparable. Most days they are all at the house.”

Oscar, now identified had nodded and taken off down the beach.

What you hadn’t known at the time was that Oscar had made his way back towards the shop and was watching to see when you got off work. As you had waved goodbye to your coworkers, he’d positioned himself so you’d have to run into him again.

Smiling when you caught his eye you’d walked up, “You’re still here,” you had said shielding your eyes from the sun “need a ride to Freedrige? I’m going back soon.”

He shook his head, looking up at you, “Nah, I’m going to stay here a while,” he paused, “So you see Cesar a lot?”

“Oh yeah, he practically lives with us, they all do.”

“How’s he doing” he asked.

You looked out across the water thinking, “Uh he’s ok. He seems to do good in school, he’s smart as a whip, he and Monse spend an awful lot of time together when no one else is around, but he’s got it together.” You smiled, seeming to know that he wanted comfort that Cesar was OK before he saw him next.

You debated whether or not to tell the next part. “Out with it” Oscar had demanded.

You were startled, how had he known what you were thinking? “I’m uh, pretty sure he’s mad at you.” You said, then quickly added, “Well I don’t know, but he seems mad at the situation maybe, but he’s not always nice,” you shrugged. Oscar nodded slowly running his hand over his mouth and down his chin. “You sure you don’t want a ride?”

Oscar shook his head this time. Just as you turned to leave he called out, “Hey, you’re not just Mario or Ruby’s sister, you must have a name, what is it?”

“Y/N. See you later Oscar.”

Life had only gotten more crazy since then, Ruby and Olivia had been shot, Olivia died, Ruby was still going through bouts of PTSD, Mario moved back in with his baby momma who wasn’t his baby momma, Cesar had been jumped into a gang and then forced to live on the street and your madre wouldn’t so much as look at him in town, Monse had come back from writing came a new woman, found her mom, shattered Cesar’s heart and her own, returned to Freeridge, Jamal had been especially cagey about something and gotten in major trouble for destruction of property, and you, well you had started dating Oscar.

You’d seen him around town and each time smiled at him. You knew he and Mario got along well and Cesar and Ruby were good friends. You still weren’t sure what that patch over the summer where Ruby and Cesar hadn’t gotten along was about but it didn’t really matter. The Core 4 was back together again.

More than around town though, you and Oscar saw each other at the beach. The other girls who worked there noticed it before you, but Oscar would come and order, only from your window, usually not too long before you’d gotten out of work. Things had gotten especially tight at home for money lately with Ruby’s hospital bills and you were trying to help you anyway you could. You worked more hours and almost every day of the week and Oscar was there almost all of them.

You and Oscar had a routine, talk about Cesar, talk about Ruby, but as time went on and your biweekly chats turned to weekly, and then your weekly chats turned to a few days a week, the topics of conversation broadened. And the jokes and lightheartedness, seemed to flow as easily as if Oscar were your own family.

You’d talked a lot about what kept you both in Freeridge and why your families mattered so much. You’d shared the little things you did to help out. Like, in your case, your parents refused to take any money from you so instead you’d do things like buy some extra flour and make sure there was always an extra bag in the back of the pantry somewhere. Things that people might not notice themselves and be glad they’d “thought to buy extra”. Or fill the cereal up a little bit each day so that no one noticed when the next person came along to eat some. Oscar had laughed at you that it was a lot of effort to go to hide your good will. You’d simply shrugged and replied that even the small things would help.

It was that kind of thankless existence that Oscar had been so curious about and he became determined to make sure you were thanked and knew you were great. He wanted you to feel worthy of the same attention that you gave to other members of your family.

You were currently lounging around Oscar’s house in his flannel and a pair of jeans. Somehow despite the warm weather outside, you were always cold blooded enough to wear a long sleeve inside. Oscar didn’t protest, nor would he admit that he wore them the day after you did just because they smelled like you.

You never could sleep over for fear of someone at your house finding out, but that didn’t stop you from pretending you had things to do before work so you could go over to Oscar’s first thing in the morning. You’d gotten to the house when it was just barely light, the sky thin and almost transparent in the morning. Oscar was in bed still snoring away, so you’d climbed in and falled back asleep yourself.

A few hours later you awoke to his strong arm pulling you to him and snaking itself beneath you. In his deep, husky, not quite awake voice, greated you. “Buenas diaz, mi amor” smiling to show his dimples.

“Buenas diaz” you scoffed, blinking in the now bright light, “buenas noches is more like it, what are you going to sleep all day” you teased.

Pecking kisses across your forehead you felt his chuckle more than heard it, “Only with you”.

You’d stayed in bed that way talking about the night before until it became apparent that the morning must get started. Oscar got up first and as his warmth left with him you’d whimpered a little.

This was not a new routine and so without another word, Oscar threw the flannel leaning over the chair towards the bed and made his way into the rest of the house. Oscar hadn’t needed to do anything in particular for the day so you’d spent most of it just hanging out around the house. Unfortunately, the two of you either had to go out of town or stay indoors if you wanted to spend time together.

There were too many risks associated with being seen together. And truly, you’d thought, it would save a whole lot of trouble if things didn’t work out and no one knew. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of Oscar, in fact that couldn’t be farther than the truth. But rather, Ruby and Cesar’s history had been too complex for that. Well more like your family’s opinions of Cesar and by association Oscar were too complex for that. And since Oscar had been the one to ask you if you’d wanted to keep it a secret, you figured it probably saved him too. If he didn’t come out in the open and claim you as his own, it would be no sweat for him when he broke up with you. Not that you’d mentioned either of these thoughts to Oscar, he hated it when you shared that you thought he would stop loving you long before you stopped loving him.

On these days indoors you spent the day talking mostly, but also playing cards, kissing and snuggling, and making amazing foods. Oscar loved when you played his su chef. As the day turned to afternoon you checked the clock. It was time to finish packing up and head to work or you wouldn’t make it on time.

“I guess it’s our last day at the house,” you’d shrugged as you finished packing your purse for work.

“It doesn’t have to be” he said simply looking at you across the living room.

“Sure it does, Cesar will be home tomorrow, that’s the day you have your deal right?” you asked.

“Yeah, bu…” he tried, but you cut him off.

“So last day in the freedom of the house, Cesar will be home for good tomorrow and then he’d know.” Oscar just stared back at you. “And hey,” you said crossing the room to stand in front of him, “don’t do anything too stupid.” He leaned down to kiss your lips and then nodded with that serious face of his.

“Te quiero” you’d bid him goodbye, running your finger between his knit brows and heading towards the door.

“Quiero mas” he answered behind you.

Oscar had decided that day on the beach that he wanted to make sure you were always loved. He didn’t realize that it wasn’t that you didn’t feel loved by those closest to you, it’s just that you didn’t think people outside of the circle would. He’d driven to the beach every day you worked after that, making sure to take you on walks down the pier, dinner, the movies, anything there was to do outside of town. He’d even gone down to the hospital and paid on Ruby’s balance each month. He’d set it up so he paid the interest so it couldn’t accumulate. At first he’d wanted to pay off the whole thing, but he wasn’t sure that would be well received. All the little things count became the mantra he stole from you.

When he had suggested that you see each other in secret it had everything to do with the fact that he didn’t want to share you. Not with the Santos, not with your family, not with anyone. If you kept it a secret your time, though sometimes fleeting, could be for just to two of you. And as time went on it just seemed more and more logical, there was obvious bad blood on the part of your parents from the falling out of the Cesar-Latrelle situation. The longer you kept it a secret, it seemed there was less and less opportunity to share the information with the world without it being awkward. So you hadn’t, instead you’d kept your dating a secret.

Now that Cesar was back at home, the Core 4 met there each day before heading to school. At first, you had just seen Oscar less, but it was getting to you both. Instead you started to leave just after Ruby and spend a few hours in the morning together after the crew had left for school.

It worked perfectly many mornings. Unbeknownst to the happy couple, it would not work today. Sneaking through the side yard you entered the house and set to work on breakfast. You weren’t exactly sure where Oscar was but you knew he’d be out as soon as he started to smell the omelette you were making. He hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on or even check the front door before sauntering across the kitchen towards you and the smell.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” he’s said wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close. He picked you up off the floor and waved your feet back and forth before putting you down and placing a few quick kisses on your cheek.

At this point the teens in the door had stopped all conversation as they stared wide eyed at the couple. They’d been conversing about the bomb threat at school and being sent home when the sight in the kitchen had caught them all off guard and stunned them into silence.

“Mas, mas, mas” you’d giggled turning in his arms and cupping his face to properly kiss him good morning.

“What the actual hell” came the comedically high and emphatic voice that belonged to Jamal.

Oscar’s eyebrows shot up in question, his hands still entangled in your hair, he quarter turned to see the teens. You’d leaned around his muscled arm to look at them also.

Next came Ruby’s voice, quizzical, “Is your brother dating my sister, like for real?” he asked, presumably Cesar.

“Ummm” Cesar replied, being able to muster nothing else by way of explanation.

“I did not see that one coming,” Monse replied.

The couple turned back to one another, Oscar spoke first, “Supongo que el gato está fuera de la bolsa, mi amor.” And instead of answering, you just pulled his face down to kiss you again.

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Oscar Diaz

Saving Santos: Read Part 1, Read Part 2 , Read Part 3, Read Part 4, Read Part 5, Read Part 6, Read Part 7, Read Part 8

I Want Adult Problems: Read Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6. Part 7

Gato Fuera de la Bolsa: One Shot Read Here

Once Bitten, Twice Shy: Read Part One, Read Part Two, Part Three Coming Soon

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I Want Adult Problems - Part 7

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It hadn’t been easy for her to take on 4 young children, really she was barely an adult herself. But they settled into their own sort of regimented routine, practices, events, school, homework, and play. The routines were the only way she was able to stay with her head afloat. Each Sunday they chose clothes for the week, each kid had a set of 5 day sliding drawers. Kid showers at night, morning was reserved for herself. Breakfast was on the table each day at 6:30, be there dressed. She’d purchased one of those big calendar whiteboards and had Spooky mount it to the wall. The calendar was also double checked each Sunday, if it wasn’t on the calendar 2 days ahead of time, the family wasn’t going. When they got home, shoes came off, lunchboxes went on the counter, homework was done first, dinner, and then any left over time could be spent leisurely until the bedtime, bedtime determined by age. These rules were the result of too many kids and not enough parents, but they made due and each day it seemed to get easier and they seemed comfortable with the move. Everyone was pretty willing to do what was asked and as time went on routine was simply routine.

Spooky had intended on checking on her every day still and he tried but with their many activities it proved harder and harder to catch her when she wasn’t trying to do a million things at once. Each time he did see her she looked happy but exhausted, but when he’d seen her in town today, picking up the team after practice snack she’d forgotten to make she’d looked down right worn out. She’d smiled a small smile and listed off their agenda for the day as she forked over the money at the cash register. She almost forgot to ask Spooky about his day before flying out the door, but realized just in time to turned around and ask him. “Nothing much” he’d replied, “Have a good day” and off she’d run to the next thing.

She pulled up in her drive noticing Spooky’s car out front. The kids had piled out of her car and started off towards the house. “SHOES OFF, LUNCH BOXES ON COUNTER, HOMEWORK TO TABLE” she shouted after the pack of them as they tumbled towards the door.

Inside she found Spooky standing in the kitchen, grocery bags lining the counter except for his prep work space. Cesar and his friends all sitting at the table with their work out. She heard Cesar’s voice first, “Here man,” he slid down the bench making room for Diego, “Do you wanna come work with us?” Diego was overjoyed at the attention from the older boy and set right to work. Meanwhile Maria had caught Jasmine’s eye who tapped the spot next to her and motioned to have a seat.

“Welcome home,” Spooky spoke next as she took in the scene, “I just figured you might forget to feed them supper too” he smirked, trying to hide his caring gesture behind sarcasm. She’d smirked back, and slapped his arm, “Pendejo!”

“NOT NICE, NOT NICE!” Julio shouted, jumping around the kitchen.

“Si, NOT NICE” Spooky answered back. She rolled her eyes playfully. “It’ll be ready in about 40 minutes.” he said.

“Come on ese” she said waving her hand to Julio, “We’ll get you a bath then, you stink from practice,” she said playfully pinching her nose and making her way to the bathroom, the little dark haired boy bounding down the hallway after her. Spooky couldn’t even pretend to hide his smile and Cesar pretended not to notice.

In no time at all the teens had Diego and Maria all caught up for their work and had cleaned the table off for dinner. It had taken Julio about 30 seconds to get jealous of his siblings and try to race out of the bathroom without his clothes on. She’d pulled him back in, forced him to wash all over for real, towel dry, and throw on some pajamas. Ariel was next and though she hadn’t put up such a fuss she was eager to get back to the other kids.

Coming back out to the main part of the house she found her living room full of kids playing cards, all five teenagers with the four excited siblings squished in between in a circle. She’d taken a picture of them and leaned against the wall taking in the scene until her stomach growled.

Rolling off the wall she made her way to Spooky in the kitchen, “What can I help with?” she asked and he shook his head simply handing her a beer with the lime already inside.

The timer on the stove read 5 minute so instead of arguing she pulled out a stack of plates, silverware and cups.

“Mano, get those kids washed up.” He shouted.

She and Spooky had grinned at each other watching them all traipse through the kitchen one after the other to wash their hands. Cesar started the line handing off a plate to each kid, “Go see Spooky” he told each teen and kid alike in turn and then filled cups at request.

Dinner was a raucous affair with all 11 of them in the small kitchen. The laughter seemingly nonstop and the shouts of each person trying to gain the upper hand for the center of the conversation only added to the chaos.

When it was over, Jamal, Ruby, Jasmine, and Monse had all thanked Spooky for the food but been on their way to their own homes. Only Cesar stuck around. Playing the role of the perfect older cousin, Cesar had everyone, adults included, in the living round for another round of cards. They played Slap Jack so even Julio and Ariel could join in.

At 7 the clock rang out and she called for bed for the youngest and showers for the oldest. Julio, as always the little spitfire, had a meltdown and Cesar threw him over his shoulder to cart him to bed. With full attention on himself, Julio decided to comply. She circulated in the usual order and read Ariel her bedtime story before saying her prayers, then on to Julio, then to Maria who’d showered first and wanted to talk about the girls in her class. And lastly on to Diego who was talking about his day with Cesar. He idolized Cesar, after all he was only about 4 years older than Diego.

She’d gone to do last checks when Ariel asked if Spooky was still around. Cesar had overheard. On his way out the door for the night, probably to go see Monse, he told Spooky the kids wanted to say goodnight. Spooky couldn’t admit yet how happy the idea of wishing kids goodnight and putting them to bed made him. He wanted kids, even if that seemed like a bad idea as a Santo, he couldn’t shake wanting them.

After making his own rounds Spooky followed her back into the main part of the house. But when they entered the kitchen she stopped on a dime, her hands coming up to cover her face. Spooky just behind her had barely avoided crashing into her. Just as quickly as she stopped she turned and threw her left arm over his shoulder pulling him down to her while also using it to raise her own face. Her right hand coming to rest on the crook of his neck just over his tattoo. And she’d kissed him, with purpose and zeal, not timidly. As seemed to be the norm these days, it took him a beat to realize what was happening and respond, putting his own long held passion into the kisses.

A beat or two later she’d pulled away and stepped back, her hands returning to her face. “Sorry, sorry! I just, the whole night and then dishes…” she trailed off shaking her head and raising her hands in the air, “I had to thank you!”

Spooky smiled slowly, moving forwards towards her, “Do you always thank people like that?” he asked lightly.

“No” she laughed back, “Just you!” bringing her eyes to cover her embarrassed face once more.

“You can thank me anytime” he replied, cupping her cheek and pulling her back in for another bout of kisses filled with emotion.

When they pulled away the second time, breathless, she stared into his eyes a few moments before she shrugging, “I mean I guess I still have to make lunches, everybody’s so particular.”

She started towards the counter, pulling out the snack and drink bins on her way to the fridge. Spooky followed closely, he wasn’t willing to give up these moments just yet. Settling behind her at the counter, he pulled himself flush against her, grabbed her hips and leaned down to place small kisses on her neck before resting his chin there, “Show me Mami, I’ll do it next time. Can’t wait to find out what kind of thank you that earns” he flirted, holding her close.

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I Want Adult Problems - Part 6

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Either Spooky’s presence had been intimidating enough or her words had finally sunk in but Antonio had signed the paperwork to turn his children over to her. She’d been so caught up in the stand off she hadn’t realized how much nervous energy was coursing through her veins until it was over. She’d left the house with the paperwork and had every intention of going down to the courthouse and filing it without delay.

As she rounded her car, however, the stress of it all washed over her in waves. My sister is dead. I just got punched by her husband. A no good druggie. Who fought me for his kids. But I won. Fuck, I have four kids.

These thoughts tumbled through her brain one right after the other, over and over. She leaned her back up against the driver side door trying to catch her breath and the weight of it all pulled her down to the ground. There she sat on the hot ground back pressed against her car, eyes wide and glassy, and breathing deeply. She tried using Jamal’s mantra, “Blow out the candles, smell the flowers, blow out the candles, smell the flowers”.

Spooky came around to the drivers side and saw where she sat. He’s slid down on the ground next to her and was surveying her the side of her face. “Hey look at me,” he said, pulling her chin towards him. Standing behind her inside he hadn’t noticed the red mark where Antonio had struck her on the side opposite the one he was sitting now. When he saw the growing mark, more puffy than the rest of her face, his own face hardened.

He made moves to get up, but, faster than he raised himself off the ground she threw her hand around him and buried her head in his neck. In one swift motion she used the leverage from her arms to pull herself over his leg and onto her knees between his. “Don’t leave me, Spooky” she whispered quietly. For a moment he stayed still in shock and anger at Antonio, but then thought better of pushing her off and wrapped his arms around his waist, holding her tight until she let go.

After her meltdown style detour she’d gone to file the paperwork and then decided it would be best to tell the kids sooner than later.

When darkness fell, she’d gotten out a blanket from the back of her car and was laying on it out in the yard looking up at the stars with her nieces and nephews.

Sprawled out a silence had fallen over them after the kids had shared the day’s adventures, she took a deep breath. “I have something to tell you all” she said, starting before she had time to doubt herself, again, “Your Papi and I came to a decision today.” All four sets of eyes were looking intently at her now.

She paused a mere second but the oldest Diego burst out, “You’re taking us back to California with you, right?” he asked abruptly.

She nodded, “Si, that’s the plan. You are coming to live with me” she said ruffling each of their hair in turn and smiling affectionately.

Diego nodded, looking neither surprised nor emotional about the decision. Maria’s eyes widened as she took in the news, she was old enough to realize that Antonio wouldn’t be coming with them. But Julio and Ariel took longer to register the news as they were the youngest, both their eyebrows knit in confusion.

“Forever?” Ariel asked first.

“Yes, mi amor, forever” she answered.

Ariel was the littlest so she just nodded back, but it was Julio’s turn to ask a question. He flipped over on his belly and faced Spooky who was sitting off on the step out front of the house. “Are you a Santo?” he asked.

Spooky nodded, slowly, “Si” he answered.

Julio nodded back and turned to his tia, “But I thought we couldn’t go to California because the Santos were bad” he said simply.

She had taken a deep breath and made eye contact with Spooky, not exactly sure how to respond as the idea had clearly been implanted in Julio’s brain by his parents. But Diego spoke first, he made an angry scoff and his eyes burned as he questioned his brother, “Has he ever hurt you?” He pointed towards Spooky and paused long enough to watch Julio shake his little head, “Has Tio ever hurt you?” Again the little boy shook his head at his older brother, “Has Papi ever hurt you” and Julio nodded. His little hand ghosting over areas where bruises used to be. “So don’t ever believe a thing you hear about the Santos. So far, they’ve been the only ones protecting us” he spit out at his siblings gesturing to them all on the blanket.

Everyone went silent taking in Diego’s words. The adults, unsure of what to say next.

“I don’t remember California” Ariel said finally in a matter of fact way and Maria launched into stories of when they had visited with their mom. The tightness of the evening smoothed over with talk of their shared and fond memories.

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I Want Adult Problems - Part 5

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Spooky and the oldest Diego had taken out the kids in order for their tia to talk to their father. She and Spooky had planned to have the kids out at the park for a few hours while she stayed behind with the intent of getting the situation ironed out. The kids had left under the assumption that Tia and Papa were meeting to talk about funeral arrangements.

Spooky had been uncomfortable leaving her with her brother in law as she clearly hated him so deeply but she had insisted on his taking the children. He looked strung out, but not violent enough to attack her.

On their slow return to the house, Spooky and Diedgo didn’t realize that the argument was not yet over. They had figured about three hours and the coast would be clear, but alas when they reached the house the shouting could be heard from outside.

“I’m not going to back down Antonio, I am taking them back to California. You have no ability to take care of them and I won’t see them suffer” he could hear her voice from part way up the drive and sent the kids back away from the house. Diego heard it too and took his siblings towards the road to play there while Spooky continued inside. He didn’t like the tone and volume of this argument. In his experience and arguments rarely calmed from here.

“Go ahead, hit me as many times as you want” Spooky heard her scream and every angry muscle in his body was activated. “I’ll use it against you in court. What kind of man hits his sister in law?” She continued shouting, “do you think that’s going to make for a viable parent.”

Spooky had reached the door and ripped it open. Eyebrows knit tight and flexing his arms by opening and closing his fists. He entered the room to stand behind her just off to the right. She was standing close to her brother in law, her face her bright red from the effort of shouting and the anger running through her veins. When he noticed Spooky enter the room and post up against her side he scoffed. But didn’t continue. Spooky could feel his full rage causing every muscle to tighten and flex, his frown deepening into its most outraged state.

Upon Spooky’s entrance Antonio didn’t exactly back down but he didn’t continue either. “So” she said dropping her volume under the impression that the kids were near, “You can either sign these papers with consent to adopt” she continued, “or you can disagree and I can fight you to your last dollar in court. The choice is yours. But you can decide in the next half hour because I have paperwork to file at the courthouse today.” She finished looking him straight in the eye.

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I Want Adult Problems - Part 4

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Despite his prison sentence Sad Eyes was still the go to family contact, so when he was on the receiving end of a call from Arizona he was surprised, hurt, and worried about his little sister. This wasn’t the kind of news you gave to someone over the phone if you could avoid it he had thought, and instead had saved his phone call out all week to use on visitation day. Sad Eyes knew his sister would come to chat and see him and he had been bracing all week to tell her.

He hadn’t been sleeping well anyways but he hadn’t slept a wink all night, pacing around his cell. When the guards came for breakfast he announced his desire to use his saved phone call. An hour later he was able to make it. He’d called Spooky to give him the news and let him prepare for the fallout. Spooky came to visit every few weeks and it was clear he was taking his role seriously and caring for her. In fact, he suspected that Spooky took better care of her than he himself had been before he’d been locked up. Before ending the call he asked Spooky a question that had been heavily weighing on his mind. “Compa?” he paused, and he heard Spooky waiting on the other end, “Do you love mi hermanita?” he asked seriously as ever.

Spooky didn’t answer for a minute and then came to his senses realizing that he had been nodding at Sad Eyes through the phone. He let out a long breath, “Si compa” he said simply, “Si”.

“Take care of her for me” Sad Eyes responded, leaving the line of questioning there. He didn’t need to know, and wasn’t sure he wanted to know, when Spooky acted on those feelings, but it was enough to be sure that he’d protect her and help her through the shit storm coming her way.

“Siempre” Spooky answered and both men hung up the phone.

Not long after the phone call it was visitation time. Sad Eyes sat on his end and lifted the phone to his head. “Mano, you don’t look so good,” she remarked, “I mean I know it's jail, but…” she trailed off searching his face.

He was going to make some smart remark and make her laugh, carrying on their normal conversational banter before he told her the news, but that felt like a lie. Instead he shook his head slowly. “I’m ok in here, but I got a call.” He said, searching her face.

She nodded, “Ok, whatever it is we can deal” she said, setting her face and gesturing back and forth between them with her hand. “Tell away.”

“I got a call that Lina is dead.” his words were heavy and it took a few moments before the words seemed to register on her face. She knit her brows tight across her forehead.

“What do you mean dead?” She asked in surprise, “Like dead, dead?” she continued realizing how stupid it sounded coming out of her mouth.

He nodded again slowly, “Yeah, overdose. They were able to NARCAN Antonio but they couldn’t get to Lina in time.” He answered putting his hand against the glass to reach out for her.

She reached out to meet his hand on her side of the glass. “Sounds about right mano, he never did protect her.” she said bitterly. Then her head popped up, eyebrows raised and facial expression awake with attention. “Wait, does he get the kids” she asked, voice on edge.

“Yeah, they’re his, unfortunately.” Sad Eyes responded.

“But they don’t have to be. I’ll get them, bring them home. I’m not leaving them there.” her voice was rising as she was tailspinning out with the news, her words getting faster and faster as she talked, “I mean shit I shouldn’t have let her stay out there, it’s been like what 3 years since we’ve seen the little ones. I mean she used to come out here every year and we could talk with them anytime. I didn’t think they were really ghosting me but I guess they probably are. The goddamn bastard, wants them all to himself only to end up killing her. Nope, nope,” she was talking so fast now, Sad Eyes was having a hard time keeping up. “Nope, I will go get them, the bastard isn’t going to ruin, well, end, their lives too.”

“Woah, woah, woah” he said, slowing her, “you are not going by yourself. Take somebody with you.”

She shook her head and in protest, “No I can’t wait long enough for someone to come with me, who in their right mind would pack up with me today and go” she waved off the idea. “I’ll go get them and bring them right back.”

“No!” He ordered through the phone causing her to glare at him through the glass, “Someone has to go with you.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’ll ask Spooky” she conceded, “if he’ll loan me a Santo.” hoping it sounded ridiculous to his ears.

“Thank you.” Sad Eyes responded instead.

She nodded again and the sadness crashed across her face. “I just want to hug you mano.”

“Me too, I love you” he said again pressing his hand against the glass. The two sat there silently as slow tears creeped down both faces and they let the loss of their sister Lina wash over them. When the guard game to end their visitation they each blew a solemn kiss. And turned back to their respective worlds.

A few hours later she was packed with everything she needed and had loaded it in her car. In retrospect she should have gone to talk to Spooky first and then to pack, now she’d have to wait around for whoever he was sending with her.

Groaning inwardly she hopped in the car and turned the ignition. When she made it to the Diaz house there were a few Santos milling around outside. “Seen Spooky?” she asked as she walked up to them on the front porch. They nodded towards the door so she pushed past them and entered the house.

When Spooky saw her he was surprised by her no nonsense body language. He had expected that girl who wanted to curl under his shoulder when she was lonely at night or maybe even the one who he’d, on more than one occasion, heard crying in the bathroom when she thought he’d already left. But that’s not what he found. This girl was standing tall and set her feet and face when she came through the door.

“Sad Eyes told me I had to come ask for a Santo” she said simply, “I’m going to get mi sabrinos and bring them back here. Apparently I have to take someone with me,” she finished.

It took Spooky a second to catch up, “I thought her sister was married” he answered slowly and cautiously.

“To a dirtbag, a crackhead dirtbag that couldn’t take care of his wife. Possessive scum that has no right to be a father!” She spit out.

“Ok,” he said nodding raising from his seat on the couch, “Ok, so let’s chop it up.” He said reaching for her arm.

Moving slightly to the left she avoided the contact, anger burning in her eyes, “I’m not chopping any of it up Spooky, I’m going, today” she emphasized the word, “within the hour if possible. I’m getting the kids, willingly or through court, and I’m coming back with them. End of plan,” she detailed matter of factly. “He told me I had to ask for a Santo escort” she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “So if you could let one know he’ll need to be ready within the hour, that would be great. Pick one who can be ready to go that fast.” she finished tapping her foot for emphasis on the time.

Spooky narrowed his eyes, “Sorry, I don’t owe you anything” he said furious at her demands and that she would even think of going alone. Just underneath that anger though, he was hurt that she hadn’t asked him to go along. When Sad Eyes had phoned earlier Spooky had grand ideas and comforting her through it, but this was so far the opposite of what he had planned.

“Hadn’t really planned on you saying that” she answered honestly, “But ok,” she’d turned on her heel and was headed towards the door.

This conversation was not going in his favor he thought, it was like he was six steps behind and never able to anticipate her next move. “Hey!” he shouted after her, finally catching up to her and spinning her around to face him. He circled his arms around her waist holding her still. “Now wait, that wasn’t what I meant to say” he said his serious face knit with concentration and restraint. “I meant,” he paused, deciding what he did, in fact, mean to say. “I meant this is crazy, give me a second to catch up.”

“I don’t have many seconds Spooky” she whined, relaxing into his touch a bit and coming dangerously close to tears. “I can’t leave them there, and I have to do something or I’ll just…” her voice drifted off quietly as the sadness she was feeling edged out the determination in her eyes. If Spooky thought she’d been hurt before, it was nothing compared to the desperation he was seeing in her eyes now.

“Hey, hey” he said, pulling her against his chest and placing a few chaste but heartfelt kisses into her hair. “It’ll take me 20 minutes to be ready,” he said, making up his mind, “30 tops.”

“What?” she said into his chest, “You are coming with me?”

“Si querida” he said, pulling away, “do not leave without me” he ordered. She nodded slowly and made her way to the couch hands raised in resignation.

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I Want Adult Problems - Part Three

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It had been several days since Spooky had been able to come alone. That shouldn’t and wouldn’t have bothered her so much, except that she didn't feel the same connection to him when everyone else was around. She didn't feel like she had a person in the world and even though he and the homies had been there each day, she still felt lonely in the crowd of them. They’d invited her to a Santos party and she had accepted hoping that it would do the trick in making her feel more connected.

It hadn’t though, instead she was feeling insignificant and isolated from the mass of bodies around her at the party. It might have been okay if Cesar and his friends had shown up or if Spooky hadn’t gone off with some girl an hour ago and not returned. She was drunk and tired and feeling alone.

A few minutes later she saw the girl traipse out the house and back to the party but Spooky did not reemerge. Unfortunately for her, she’d driven over here today and none of the still standing Santos were in any shape to get her home. Many of them were passed out around the yard. Making her way into the house she looked around the main rooms for Spooky. In her drunken state she decided to go looking deeper in the house.

Having not spent a lot of time inside the house she pushed open each door as she passed with the hopes of discovering the Santo on the other side. Bathroom, nope, no dice. At the next room she opened the door to an empty room, glancing around it she saw some photos of Monse, dammit that’s Cesar’s, still no dice. At the last room in the hallway, she twisted the handle and opened the door to find a darkened room. The shade was pulled down over the window. She couldn't see Spooky just yet but she could smell his scent in the room and hear his deep sleeping breaths.

Closing the door behind her, she tiptoed towards the bed. It seemed to take forever, by the time she got there her eyes had adjusted enough to see sound asleep like a lump in the middle of the bed. There wasn’t much room on either side but there would be enough if she curled up next to him she decided. Climbing under the covers she sidled up next to him and slid her arm over his stomach so she wouldn't fall off.

“What the fuck” he woke, eyes searching for the intruder in the dark.

“Sorry, just me” she answered timidly, “I just didn’t want to be alone again tonight” she answered, the truth spilling out of her mouth easier with the liquor she had consumed and the tears started flowing not long after.

It took a second to register, but Spooky fished his arm out from his side and slid it under her head before snaking it around her back and to the top of her waist pulling her back close to him. “Ay, come here” he said, placing a small chaste kiss on the top of her head.

Snuggled into his side she lay listening to his breathing and much like he was listening to hers. Despite his own tired eyes and drunken state he didn’t fall about asleep until he heard the soft snores coming from her, finally marking her asleep.

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I Want Adult Problems Teaser

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I have a number of requests on my list and can’t wait to keep working on them!

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I Want Adult Problems - Part 2

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Everyday Spooky came to see her, to check in, make sure she was alive, and see if she needed anything at the house. Sometimes the other Santos came as they were headed somewhere else and sometimes just Spooky. He was good to talk to and she was glad when he came. Besides work there was no one else to talk to.

She’d been working on the rooms one by one. At first she’d gotten overwhelmed and the work had stalled, but eventually she seemed to be making progress. Spooky had encouraged her to make a little cash off of the things she didn’t want in the house, which was great, but it meant more work to get the things ready to sell.

He’d also invite her out when possible, besides the party that first night, he’d had Cesar take her with his friends to the carnival and called when they were going to the pool. She was grateful that they were including her.

It was a weeknight, Spooky usually came around 6 during the week. She’d gotten started on dinner and decided to make extras. Either he’d be here for dinner and eat or she could have it tomorrow, no harm, no foul, but she was hoping he’d be there.

About halfway through cooking dinner the red Impala pulled up and parked, Spooky stepping out and making his way into the house. He didn’t bother to knock, she was familiar enough with his routine, and him with hers, that he didn’t need to.

“Smells good, what are you making?” he asked, leaning over her shoulder at the stove inspecting the different pans she had going at once.

“Fajitas” she said simply shrugging, “Wanna stay for dinner”.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he replied, chuckling.

“There’s some beer in the fridge, you’re welcome to whatever you want in there.”

Nodding he bent down over the fridge and pulled two out, popping the caps. Holding one out to her, she took it with her free hand and Spooky went to sit at the table.

“How was work?” he asked, reclining into one of the director’s chairs she’d picked up at a yard sale and stretching his long legs out across the kitchen.

“Eh, like work I guess” she shrugged, turning away from him and back towards the stove. She was attempting to focus on the stove to keep from making faces about work, clearly she hadn't done a good job.

“You want to try that again?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow when she turned back to look at him and staring at her pointedly.

“I just don’t understand why people can’t do what they are supposed to do while we are there. Like how fucking hard is it to do the job you were hired to do. I’m not even talking going above and beyond, I’m talking LITERALLY the job you have.” she ranted, her voice raising as she went on. “Like, okay let’s take today for example, I am the resident tech expert apparently. Listen, amiga, if her fucking website ain’t working I don’t want to help you anymore, you refuse to hire a designer! Why is it my job to make sure her shit works!” she paused for breath, “It’s NOT my job, actually, I’m just hired to answer the goddamn phone and clean towels. Freeridge Hair and Nail, what can I do for shetoday?” she said in my best telephone voice, “That’s it, that’s the job, why do I have to take care of everything that is related to the computer?” she finished waving her free hand and stirring with emphasis with the other.

Spooky is looking at her like he can’t decide if he’s amused by her tirade or going to give her advice. He stares at her another minute and she stares back, “Well?” she prodded, I mean he did ask her to share.

“Fuck em,” he said simply and took another swig of he beer.

“Fuck them!” she repeat with gusto and taste tested a few bits from the different pans on the stove. “Almost ready, I’ll just warm the tortillas.” she said and pulled the foil wrapped packet shehad prepared beforehand into the waiting and warmed oven. “Just a couple of minutes”. Reaching up to grab two plates and two forks she handed one of each to Spooky. When the timer went off she pulled the packet out of the oven and set it on the counter next to the spread.

she motioned for Spooky to go ahead and serve himself but he shook his head, “Ladies first” he said simply in reply. “Don’t have to ask me twice” she mimicked him from earlier and set to preparing her plate.

After the initial ranting was over she asked Spooky about his day and he had some choice words to share as well. When they had finished hashing over the day they talked about what they would both do for work if not for the jobs that they had. In another life there were thousands of career paths they both could have taken so that their lives would have turned out differently.

In the end, though, she wouldn't change her life for one of those others.

She was mulling that thought over in her brain when Spooky’s voice brought her back to reality. “What is it?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing” she said blushing, “I was just thinking of all those other lives I could have had, I wouldn’t have had shitty job and a lonely life currently, but I wouldn’t have Sad Eyes either, or my sister, even if she’s not here now. Or Cesar,” I paused, hand under my chin and tipped my head sideways to look at Spooky, “Or you.” I say smiling at him gently. That’s a big deal she thought to herself, Spooky has so seamlessly integrated himself into her life that she wouldn't know what to do now without him.

Spooky smiled back, “I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned back across the small kitchen and pulled two more beers out of the door, opening and setting them down on the table.

She grabbed hers and raised it like a toast, “To not trading this life’s shit for someone else’s.”

Spooky held up his bottle and knocked it against hers, ”Arriba” he paused

“Abajo” she answered the familiar saying.

“Al centro” he grinned at her.

“Y adentro” she finished and both took a good long drag on their beers. She had only intended on taking a drink not chugging it but caught Spooky’s eye as he started guzzling it down. He reached out and kept the bottle tipped to her lips with his pointer finger on the base of her beer. Giggling and dribbling the last drop all down her chin, she finished chugging the beer about a half a second before him. “HAH!” she shouted, jumping up from her seat for a little victory dance and wiped the liquid from her chin.

Spooky was laughing for real now his dimples showing, “I let you win fool” he answered shaking his head.

“Likely story when you are a LOSER” she teased getting just inches from his face and sticking her tongue out.

Pulling it back inside her mouth just in time to narrowly avoid his grabbing it. “You better watch it pendeja or I’ll cut it right off” he said lightly still teasing back.

Still smiling she picked up the used plates and began washing them in the sink. Next she went to put them in the rack to dry but Spooky took hold of it drying it with the wash towel. When she finished with each plate she scrapped the few remains of dinner from the pans into the trash and set to washing each of those. Spooky continued to dry as they worked side by side in silence. When she finished she wiped her hands on the towel he was still holding as his phone began to buzz.

Looking down at it he frowned and looked back at you. “Got some shit to handle with 19th Street,” he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She nodded in reply and he nodded back, before walking down the hallways fingertips already dialing whoever had texted him.

When he was gone she realized again how quiet the house was without him here. Sure Spooky wasn’t always a big talker, but it was much more alive when she wasn't in it alone. Sighing she shuffled off to the bedroom deciding against working on the house and instead just curled up with another beer to watch TV.

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I Want Adult Problems - Part One

Turning the key that her brother had the lawyer hand off to her after his sentencing she glanced around the home. The yard was bare, like the house hadn’t had a resident in a while. she guessed from what the lawyer had said that it wasn’t true though. From what she relayed it sounded like a Santo who had resided here before had a bad habit of making things a mess and never cleaning them up. It was going to be a lot of work she’d said, but her brother wanted her to take it.

Sad Eyes had gotten arrested a few weeks ago on a run and at his trial this morning he’d been sentenced to prison time. Two years. Apparently, the house was from the Santos as a concession for his getting caught. The only catch was that it had to be cleaned up.

She hadn’t wanted to take it at first, but there really weren’t any choices. After all she didn't really have anywhere to go anymore. Plus the house came with Santo protection. That was important, everyone knew her family was generational Santo. Sure, she’d stayed away from it as much as she could but when your older brother was a Santo like all the males relatives before him, well, everyone knew you were affiliated too. With her oldest sister gone and Sad Eyes in the joint there was no one left.

Her parents had been killed in a drunk driving accident. The accident had been their fault, they’d been the ones drinking and driving on a Friday afternoon, on their way to get her from school, presumably, so it wasn’t a stretch to say the family whose kid they killed was forever resentful of her family. They’d drug her family through the mud over and over. It was then that Sad Eyes had leaned into the Santos as his family. But he’d always made time for her. A delicate balance between the sisters he loved and protected and the life he lived with his Santos brothers.

She’d been living with Sad Eyes a few years now, well really since her sister had left with her boyfriend at the time, now he was her husband. Sad Eyes had done his best to raise her and protect her but she’d been on her own a while now anyways. The place she and Sad Eyes had been living in was rented and it was the perfect excuse to non-renew their lease and seize the property inside. She’d been allowed to take personal belongings, clothes, toiletries the like, but everything else had to stay. No furniture, no kitchenware, no appliances, it was like starting over.

It’s not that they had been bad tenants but someone had bought the property. He was new in town and had hopes of giving the house to a family member. She couldn’t blame him. she shrugged, pushing the thoughts out of her mind and taking a deep breath before walking through the door.

The place had a stale smell, like the windows hadn’t been opened in a long time, and, while it didn’t smell rotting or anything it wasn’t pleasant either. Pushing the door open she found resistance before it was even half open. Running her hand up and down against the wall near the door she finally found the light switch, flipping the switch she realized that the hall light didn’t work. “Great” she said under her breath and pulled her phone from her pocket. Shining the light down the hall she saw it was lined on both sides with crap. The left side looked like anything and everything that had been brought into the house had been dropped there and the right side looked like there was more organization and purpose there, but still shit was stacked against the wall.

Stepping carefully through the hallway she scoped it out, finding a living room off the end hallway to the left and a bedroom off to the right. The furniture in both was there was almost no spot on either floor or surface that wasn’t covered with something. It looked like the person who lived here before just left everything where it was when they finished with it and then never went back to take care of it. Both those rooms had switches that worked, so there’s a plus. At the end of the hallway was a kitchen stacked everywhere with dirty dishes and trash strewn all over the floor. Past the kitchen another hallway with a bathroom and two more bedrooms off of it. Neither room was furnished but looked like it had been used for more storage. Moving on to the bathroom it was in considerably better shape but hadn’t been cleaned in some time. It was lined with grime but the only trash appeared to be toilet paper rolls. She rolled her eyes, I mean was it that hard to throw shit like that away.

Moving back towards the door she decided you’d worry about it tomorrow. It was late, she was tired and drained from the events today. And she hadn’t slept much the night before staying up late to pack up his and her things. She and Sad Eyes’ stuff could stay in the car for now. Making her way back out to the little porch she found a chair and had a seat.

The evening air was warm and the sun was going down. She leaned her head back against the wall breathing in and out and running through the events of the last few days in her head. It was exhausting but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It hurt to have Sad Eyes gone. It was like being all alone in the world.

The outside light popped on as someone came up the walkway. She’d heard a car but hadn’t thought it stopped in front of her house. But she opened her eyes and looked at the man on the walk. She instantly recognized him as Spooky, one of her brother’s closest friends.

She and Spooky had always gotten along fine and she figured Sad Eyes would have someone check on her while he was locked up. She wasn't that surprised that it was Spooky. “Hey” he said simply stopping at the steps, leaning against the first step with his foot. He pulled his smokes out of his pocket and lit up. Then, almost as an after thought, offered the pack to shewith a cock of his eyebrow.

She shook her head, “Nah, not my thing” she replied.

He smiled a little, “Mano would probably kill me for even offering a cancer stick to his little sister” he said.

She smirked too, “Yep, probably”. As Spooky smoked she sat there in silence looking down at her hands and picking her nails.

Exhaling out the smoke, “So you been inside?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s a shit show” she answered shrugging. Then realized she should be grateful, it was probably Spooky who had to give the go ahead for me to live here anyways. Even more so since she didn't think anyone would have known to look for her here this quickly. “Which,” she said looking up quickly to cover her ass, “is not to say that I’m not grateful or don’t like it. I guess you probably said I could have it, so thanks. Sorry” she said smiling at the end.

“Ahh,” Spooky answered, shaking his head, “I know it's a shit show but I figure you’ll have it cleaned up. You’re welcome, anything for Sad Eyes” he said, “He’s been riding with me since day one.” He finished shrugging.

She nodded, “Yeah, he felt that way about you too, we used to go check on Cesar when you were in.”

He just nodded. “So you staying here tonight? Is there even anywhere to stay?” he asked, inclining his head towards the door.

She shrugged, “Not really but I think I saw a bed I can make work” she answered.

“We’re having a party tonight, I should be getting back to it” he said, “Why don’t you come through and you can stay at the house tonight. Work on it tomorrow instead. Sad Eyes would kill me if you didn’t have a good spot to sleep any night. Come on,” he said, putting out his cigarette, “you look like you need a night out anyways” he said, moving towards his car and holding the door open for you. She nodded and headed down the walk way after him.

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Saving Santos - Part 8

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Oscar’s POV

There wasn’t a lot of time that she and I were alone anymore but there were little things. Sneaking touches and eye contact. The Santos weren’t surprised when we put extra eyes on her or kept her around all hours of the day and night, we’d all seen her with the gun and heard the tale of her rescue from the puto Mark.

I couldn’t wait to hear her voice again, but it was hers to share when she was ready. And I was very smitten with the fact that she had only shared it with me. It was our thing and we had one. As I looked out across the Santos party I found her in the crowd. She was dancing with Jasmine, shaking her head as Jasmine danced in an overly dramatic fashion as if that made it sexier. The small but graceful movements she made were much sexier than all the other nonsense going on around her. She was smiling and trying to draw Jasmine’s attention to her feet in a failed attempt to teach the younger girl. It brought a smile to my face that was quickly interrupted by Sad Eyes.

“Ay” he shouted to me from towards the street and pointed. Approaching from down the street was a car formerly notorious in Prophet$ green. Two things crossed my mind, how the hell did one of them get out and I need to protect her.

“Mi novia” I shouted, whipping my head in her direction. Even though she was on the dance floor she turned in my direction. The look on my face must have been enough because I felt her running in my direction. She didn’t stop until she was behind me, my body shielding her from the outside world. “Get inside,” I said through my clenched teeth. “And don’t come out until I come get you”. I ordered, emphasizing the I as if it was bolded in a sentence with a change in volume and octave. She looked up at my face and nodded before removing her hands from my back that I hadn’t even felt there and heading into the house without a question.

When it all got sorted out, there was no concern, just an auction sale of the car and a guy who knew too little about this town to be driving around in it. We sent him on his way. After it was over I went inside to find her. She was in my room tucked away on the corner of the bed. “It’s alright princessa” I said, holding out my hand to help her off the bed.

Outside in the hallway Cesar was having it out with Monse. I held her hand for a minute in my room, leaning into her touch and wrapping my other arm around her waist. After a moment or two we broke apart and I guided her out of the room by the small of her back.

We walked out to find Monse almost red with her shouting and Cesar looking incredulous. “I am not yours to order around Cesar, fuckbuddy, girlfriend, best friend, or otherwise!” She shouted. “I am not going to be one of those girls you can just tell me what to do and I’ll do it bam without thinking.”

“Monse, it wasn’t like that!” Cesar shouted back. “I just wanted you to be safe, to get in the house! It’s not about giving orders!”

“Don’t tell me lies! Ever since the whole Spooky sitch you give orders like him. Pendeja I will not be ordered around. Do you even see how he treats other people?”

Apparently it was the wrong time to enter the conversation because when she spotted us she took a new breath ready to scream again. “Don’t you see he has her trained like a dog,'' he says come, she asks how fast” I smirk internally at that one, I would love to make that conversation happen.

“I mean come on. That isn’t ever going to be me and don’t think it will!”

“You're missing the point, Monse” Cesar pleaded, “It’s not about power, it's about safety!” He raises his hands in exasperation.

“I think you better quit digging yourself into that hole mano” I say and turn to go through the living room and outside to rejoin the party. Close on my heels, mi novia is glaring at Monse.

“Look like a puppy!” Monse says waving in her general direction.

I am about to defend her when mi novia steps forward herself. “Listen here, pendeja, you don’t know a goddamn thing about a puppy or a dog or whatever else kind of animal. Just because I am willing to listen doesn’t make Oscar a bad guy. Because, puta, if I want to listen to my man I will. And if you don’t, don’t. But don’t be up in here yelling about other people’s lives. You don’t know shit about what other people have got going on. Take your bitching about Spooky,” she says my Santo name in a mocking fashion, “out the damn door because Oscar doesn’t need your shit in his house.” She ends the speech with a defiant nod and a stamp of her foot.

I am laughing, although I am trying to hold it in. In two steps I’m behind her pulling her waist into me. “Go again Mami” I tease, “I can watch you defend me all day!” I stick my hand in the front pocket of her jeans and meet Monse and Cesar’s stares. Both have eyes the size of quarters and their mouths have dropped way open. I chuckle a little before bending down to kiss the crook of her neck. “This is Y/N and that’s as good an introduction as any I suppose.”

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Saving Santos - Part 7

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Girl’s POV

When I wake the sun is shining through the house and it’s hot, like we slept in late. I blink a few times to acclimate myself to the light and take in my surroundings. Oscar and I fell asleep last night and at some point I curled deeper into the small space he made me between the back of the couch and himself. I can feel his nose buried in my hair, lips at my hairline, and the roughness of his facial hair on my forehead. I don’t want to move, Oscar is warm and sleeping, and I feel free and comfortable like I haven’t in a long time but I really have to pee.

Slowly, I try not to wake him as I move off the couch but it doesn’t work. He hums as wakes, eyes blinking like mine did when I first woke. He smiles at me still blinking before moving, “Good morning” he says simply through the smile.

I hum back at him contentedly before saying “Hi”. And running my hand down his face. He leans into it smiling wider. Then I rise, head to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Not great, but not bad, could be worse.

When I return Oscar is banging about the kitchen in an effort to make food and I glance at the clock, sure enough it's after noon. As I enter the kitchen I notice Cesar has arrived. He’s sitting at the table chatting with Oscar about all things Cuchillos but the look of relief at Oscar’s survival is still etched on his face.

Oscar nods to me as if we hadn’t just woken up in each other’s arms. Cesar makes a small wave in my direction and I sit next to him at the counter. Cesar reaches out to rub my back briefly before placing his hands back on the counter. When he finishes his sentence he cocks his head in my direction. “Hey, sorry I freaked at you yesterday, I know you just got out of the hospital. I hope you’re doing okay. I just you know freaked when Oscar went missing”.

I shrug my shoulders. As I discovered with Oscar last night I am perfectly capable of words, but I’m not ready to share them with anyone else yet. As soon as I do there will be a million questions and I will be expected to answer them all. For now, I just want to bask in the feeling of being connected to Oscar and he doesn’t seem to object.

We eat lunch with Cesar and Oscar chatting easily and myself as the observer. All would be normal in my time with the Diaz boys. Except there is a difference, when we moved to the table for the meal Oscar scooted his chair towards my side ever so slightly and when he sits with his knees out slouching in the chair his hand reaches my knee without looking suspicious. The unspoken, or rather spoken, connection between the two of us still hidden.

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Saving Santos - Part 6

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Oscar’s POV

My neck is burning where I feel like I have been sliced down to the bone. I can feel all the knots in my body from the last few days and they melt away as I see her relax into my hold. I almost don’t hear her it’s so quiet, “Oscar” she whispers, but it’s like a song to my ears. I hold her tight to my body and would have stayed there for eternity if not for a gaping holes in my neck. She doesn’t mean to but the top of her head presses into the lower cut and I hiss in pain.

She pulls back and within a few seconds she gently probing the area around the skin. “Oh Oscar, I’ll do it” she says, pulling away and scurrying off down the hallway only to appear a moment later with the first aid and stitches kit. But I am still frozen on the spot. I would do just about anything to have her say my name again.

Hauling a bottle of liquor off the counter she hands it to me, motioning for me to take a seat in the chair. She’s gentle pulling the skin together and stitching it back up but it still hurts like bitch every time she pierces the skin. She flinches each time I do as if in sympathy pain. But I can tell from all the time we’ve spent together that she isn’t currently in pain and I realize I don’t think I have ever seen her not in pain! I mask the anger I am feeling at thought with the act of pain as she finishes up and ties it off.

“You’ll need penicillin” she says and I bring my thumb up to her lips and down her throat resting there as she speaks again, she’s gotten more confident, her voice audible now, light though. She runs her hands over my shoulders which are wound tight, “I don’t suppose I’ll convince you to take a bubble bath” she says smirking.

I smile wide laughing, “No, no” I say.

“Shower then?” She asks and I nod. I do need a hot shower. I really want to tell her to come too, but I don’t want to push her.

Instead I meander down the hall and take a hot shower hissing as the water hits my neck and works out my tension at the same time. When I come back to the kitchen she has some warm concoction that looks like a soup for me to eat. As she ladles it into the bowl her eyes on me the whole time. And places it on the coffee table in the living room. I sit and she places a bandage over the new stitches to keep them clean. It’s not until after we are both seated and I’m eating the soup that her stomach growls.

I look at her deeply. She clearly hasn’t slept either and she’s thin, like she’s not eating. I scoot toward her on the couch and hold the spoonful of soup out and she leans forward to eat and in that moment I am reminded just how much I would sacrifice to have nights like this with her always. To be the one who cares for her. We share the rest of the bowl. “I’m not ready to sleep yet,” I say, putting the bowl down. Mostly because I’m afraid I’ll wake and this version of mi novia will be gone.

“Here” she says, handing me the remote and relaxing into my good side, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and we watch TV for a while. I’m not sure how long but we both fall asleep.

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