In my stories. Oscar is still head of Santos. I just like it like that LMAO idk I just want to writings like this.
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Another day in freeridge. Another hot ass, boring day. I sat in my boyfriends room as I waited for him to come back home. He and the gang had some business to take care of and like always I sat waiting worried but patiently.
Being the head of the gangs, girlfriend, I got just as much respect as he did. I could handle my own and fight my own battles, but I was even more intimidating in everybody else's eyes because I had him by my side. Nobody crossed me, but the prophets and 19th street always tried to get under Oscars skin by trying to hit on me. It was hot when he got jealous, but he was a dangerous man to be playing with.
As I sat and waited for ages, the gang finally arrived back at the house. I let out a sigh of relief as Oscar walked through the door. He came over to the couch I was sitting on and plopped next to me. "Did you do anything today, mi amor?" He placed his hand on my leg. "No. I've just been sitting here all day worried about you." I was kind of mad that he put me into these positions. He just goes out for however long and doesn't call or text to calm my nerves. He didn't look at me but he knew I was upset. "Babe. I know, but you know what it is. You've always known. Even before we got together. You knew what you were getting into." Damn. He's right. I hate that but it still worries me. His safety always worries me. I don't wanna get a call. "Okay, you're right but I still get worried. You protect so many people, but who's going to protect you?" I said, about to cry but I hide it. He just looked at me in silence. "I don't need protection, bebita ." I rolled my eyes because it doesn't help or calm me down. "Then neither do I." I said, shrugging and walking into the room.
I could hear Oscar sigh and follow me. He closed the door behind him. Cesar was in the next room sleeping, I'm sure. I sat on the bed and he leant up against the dresser. "Hermosa. I need you to stop being like that. This is my life. If you want me to start calling and texting, I got you but I can't just stop doing what I do and you know that." He said as silence filled the room. I couldn't be mad at him. I just wish he was more careful. "I know baby. I know." I said, walking over to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his lips against mine. I felt safe. In this moment, nothing else mattered. I was just so happy to have him.
Word count: 505 words
This one's short and kinda lame. Someone give me an idea to write about Oscar please and thank you <3
