Complicated

Chapter 27: Family Reunion

hii! have fun with some of these old characters! (AKA the originals)

Playlist:
- All I Want ~ Kodaline
- 7 years old ~ Lukas Graham
- Castle on the Hill~ Ed Sheeran

without further adieu, enjoy:

F A M I L Y R E U N I O N

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Kathy's POV

I opened my eyes and immediately groaned in pain at the headache I felt.

It feels like I've got a tiny, angry goblin with a hammer banging it on the side of my head from the inside out.

"Good afternoon, sleeping beauty." Papi mocked from beside me and I groaned. I sat up and immediately winced again at how fast the room spun. My dad chuckled. "Not fun, huh? Those are the side effects of alcohol, sweetheart."

"They should really put that on the label." I teased and Papi laughed loudly. I winced once again and covered my ears with my hands. "Papi. Sshh. Please. You're yelling."

Papi shook his head. "I'm actually not, hopefully this will teach you not to drink. Especially not on an empty stomach."

Yeah, you're one to talk.

"Where's Mami?" I asked, burying my face in my hands in hopes that when I look up, the room will no longer spin.

"She was tending to your brother. Everyone's waiting for you downstairs."

"Waiting for me to what?"

"For someone with an eidetic memory it really fails you sometimes, doesn't it?" Papi teased me and stepped back when I pretended to punch his stomach. "We have to go to Granger's house."

I groaned. Auntie Mione. I completely forgot.

"Can't you just say that I... I don't know... died?"

He glared at me with a straight face. "Haha. So funny. No."

"Papi. I feel like shit."

"And whose fault is that?" He pointed out and I rolled my eyes. "Here: drink this." He handed me a cup of coffee and a cup of some foul smelling liquid. Papi saw my look of disdain at the drink and laughed, "Mami made that, apparently it'll cure your hangover like that." He snapped his fingers.

"You know... never mind. I'm fine." I faked a smile.

Papi snorted, "Nice try. I want you ready and downstairs in exactly seven minutes."

"Papi, it's going to take me seven minutes just to get this room to stop spinning." I complained.

"Seven minutes. Not a second later." He warned me. "Also. Tell your brother that he's spending his summer fixing that wall and mirror." He pointed to the wall he had punched and fractured, and the broken mirror. Yeah... I did that. We're still blaming it on him though. "I had to build this house, so if he destroys it, he fixes it."

"But you didn't build it."

"No I didn't, not all of it." He admitted and I scoffed. "But I did pay for all of it, so he's fixing it over the summer." He left my room to head downstairs and closed the door behind him. "Seven minutes." He yelled from behind my closed door and I groaned once again.

I pinched my nose and downed the nasty liquid, gagging at the taste. Immediately, I sipped the coffee, smiling at its perfect taste that covered up the disgusting liquid I had just drank. Papi always knows how to make the best coffee.