"Wait, so why are we moving back to Freeridge?" I squinted my eyes, seeing how suspicious all of this was. I was really confused but sort of happy. I missed my family and friends back at my old home, but this was extremely weird. "Well, Dad's having a bit of trouble trying to keep a job here... so, go pack. We gotta leave in like... I don't know, maybe three hours?" My mom shrugged as she was packing my sister's toys in a box with a worried, sour face. Weirdo.
As I walked out of my sister's room and into mine I closed my door and jumped onto my bed and started to face time my childhood friend Andrés I always kept in touch just in case one day I would come back and get to see him again, the phone rang a few times before he finally picked up "Qué pasa fool?" he answered with a huge smile like always, he looked like he loved too hear my voice I slowly start sliding off the bed.
"Nada right now, and what? I just can't check in on my favorite person," I rolled my eyes joking with him, I now had my phone facing the ceiling on my carpet while packing my clothes into different boxes and suitcases. "Girl please you know damn well Tae is your favorite person." I guess it was a sassy man apocalypse since he smacked his lips and rolled his eyes.
"Nigga are you pregnant..?" I've only seen him do this like twice before on FaceTime, I guess I've rubbed off on him a bit.
When I reached inside my closet to get another one of my shirts out of the closet the clothing rack fell and then made a loud ass noise making the rest of my shirts fall on the floor "damnit."
I was trying to not make any noise knowing how nosy his ass can be."Sí, ¿qué diablos estás haciendo ahora mismo?" He was in a room with his forehead all up in the camera I crouched down and peeked over putting my eyes and mouth in the camera and squinted my eyes. "Minding my own business, which you should be doing hoe." He started laughing and taking screenshots, "Yeah okay when I see you it's up Andrés," I rolled my eyes at him knowing that he got some funny ass screenshots of my forehead in a very unflattering way.
I started hearing banging on André's end, we talk so much to the point where I forgot that he's in a gang, but he's never talked about his gang life to me, I always tell him that no matter what he's done I'll always be his friend but I guess he doesn't believe me. "Hey I gotta go, te amo vix and by the way happy birthday." he had gang duties that he needed to attend so I let him be for now, I didn't want him to know I was coming back anyway. "Love you too Drés, I wish we could see each other face to face again, but maybe one day huh?"
I was hinting at my trip back home. But he never understands context clues, after I ended the call with him an hour later I got pretty much all of my essentials packed, and now all I needed to do was call Jamal, he loved to know updates about my life no matter what, that's why I'll always love him.
Then again I do love scaring him. I walked out of my room and into my brother's, he was coloring a card I walked closer and saw a "happy b-day" in blue and purple marker in my sister's handwriting, they didn't forget this time they actually remembered.
"Hey bubba what're you doing?" I cooed at him while crouching down to his level so I could be in his sight line he looked over at me and smiled a bit. Tae always had a bit of trouble talking but I always tried my best to understand him.
"Bir-th day," he sounded it out just like I taught him I had a tear coming down my cheek. He was learning so fast "Aww thank you Taetae," I reached over and kissed him on his cheek.
After a while my dad finally came home he had a black eye and blood coming from somewhere on him, he barely spoke to my mom or my siblings, and he didn't even say happy birthday it's like he hated me the moment I found out about his drug addiction.
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Love Fever|Oscar (spooky) Diaz
FanfictionFreeridge bred Vixen a strong Afro-Latina tough, but leaving its concrete jungle softened her edges in ways she never expected. Now that she's back, the streets that once sharpened her instincts now feel strange. The Santos and the Prophets still ca...