A/N: A silly altercation at the Santo house ends up exposing the lil thing happening between Y/N and Sad Eyes.
Warnings: fluff, mentions of blood
Word count: 1474
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"Ay, make sure you don't forget the tamales when you head over, hermana!"
You snap out of your daze when your brother, Oso, tells you before disappearing from the doorway of your bedroom. As one of the Santos, he is always at Spooky's place. He occasionally asks for you to make something for he and his homies to eat. You always do so, mainly in hopes to see Sad Eyes.
Tonight you work an overnight shift at the bodega, so you had a few hours to spare with the sun up.After getting yourself ready, you pack the freshly made tamales and head to the Santo house. As usual, the front yard of the Diaz household is scattered with Santos and ladies.
"Oso's hermana brought the goods again!" You hear stepping onto the side walk, a smile creeping on your face as you head towards the front lawn, catching the eye of elusive José Guzman, or Sad Eyes as he is known among this crowd. The two of you smiling at each other.
Oso walks over to take the container from you and kisses your forehead as thanks for coming through yet again. "And 2 each to be fair!"
It's useless because they act like savages when they eat, but you can't blame them. Sitting on worn down couches and downing 40s must take a lot out of them.
"Hope you put some aside for me?"
The voice of Sad Eyes sounds from behind you. You turn on your heel to peer up into his eyes that you've become more drawn to.
A smile spreads across your cheeks as it burns, something you try your best to hide but it's hard when he sports a similar smile on his face.
Most of the guys had left to eat in the backyard, leaving the two of you by yourselves, "Shucks, I forgot the José only container. Maybe we should go to my place to get it?"
José laughs, shoving his hands in his pocket, "Yeah, maybe we sh-" He is cut off with the buzzing in his pocket, he pulls out his phone and groans giving you an apologetic look. You shake your head, encouraging him to take the call. He steps away as you head to the back to check on the pack of vultures.
Sure enough most are digging in. Scanning the yard you look for your brother, finally spotting him. His shoulders tense while he unwraps a tamale, visibly sighing as a girl stands close, talking to him or trying to.
If it's one thing that you hate it's seeing your older brother stressed out, he may be a Santo but he respects women highly and clearly didn't have the heart to tell the poor girl off, "Hey, you okay?"
Oso turns to see you approach him as you speak up but the girl clearly was intent on being the only female talking to him.
"Yeah, he's good, thanks sister." She gives you a deadpan look before leaning back on the table and towards Oso.
You stare and look around, some of the Santos turning their attention towards the soon-to-be scene."Hermano, you good?" You ask again, the girl now audibly sighing in annoyance. She sets down her drink and steps around him to stand in front of you.
"Are you fuckin' deaf? I said he is good. Can't you take the hint?" She's now in your face, her breath heavy with rum. You blink as the fumes cloud you.
You step back to have your personal space back but she steps with you.
The previous murmurs and conversations has since quieted as all the attention is now on you. Your brother looks over, giving you a look of don't.
