Yelena walked down the stairs, finding Penelope struggling to open the door with her grocery bags. Yelena had just finished helping Schneider out of a...situation. By the time the job was done, she noticed it was past dinner time at the Alvarezs.
"Hey, Dr. P," Yelena greeted, pushing past Penelope and opening the door further. "I wonder what Abuelita made for dinner tonight." Penelope looked up at the young girl, silently scolding her to help. "Oh! I'm sorry," Yelena apologized.
"Thank y-"
"-I wouldn't have been late to dinner if Schneider hadn't gotten his hand stuck in the vacuum cleaner again. You know how that is," Yelena sighed, cutting off Penelope as she walked into the apartment. As she passed the couch, she grabbed a couch pillow and slammed it into Alex's chest. He was currently browsing for shoes on his laptop. "Help your Mami," Yelena ordered, walking into the kitchen to open the fridge.
"Do you guys ever organize this fridge? It's like a corn maze in here," Yelena complained, moving some food containers around the fridge. Once she was satisfied enough, she grabbed the newly placed container. She grabbed a plate and poured some food onto it.
"Thank you. Next time, I'll Skype you," Penelope sarcastically said to her son as she brought the rest of her bags to the kitchen counter on her own. "And Yelena, maybe next time, you could help me instead of criticizing my fridge organization."
"But do I want to?" Yelena trailed off as she grabbed a fork. "The answer is 'no'." Yelena flopped onto the couch with her food, turning on the TV to play a movie before hearing the curtains open dramatically. "Hola, Abuelita," Yelena absentmindedly greeted.
"Hola, hermosa," Lydia greeted sweetly before switching her demeanor to one of disgust. "We have a problem."
"I know. The hipsters have discovered Porto's," Penelope complained. "Line around the block. It's like a freaking Apple Store now."
"Mom!" Elena spoke loudly, entering the living room angrily.
"And this one, I don't like her anymore," Lydia said, pointing at her granddaughter.
"I don't care if you like me," Elena replied before turning to her mom.
"Sounds like you're both on the same page," Penelope shrugged, walking into the kitchen.
"Your daughter does not want a quinces," Lydia revealed.
"Embarrassing pictures in a poofy dress surrounded by family members you don't even remember. Who wouldn't want that?" Yelena sarcastically gasped, still sounding preoccupied by the TV.
"Yelena," Penelope sternly said.
"Sorry, Lupe," Yelena apologized.
"Now, Elena, why don't you want a quinces? It's every little girls' dream," Penelope returned her attention to her daughter. "Besides, we already booked a room. And I found a great band!" Elena remained unimpressed. "Ok, it's a DJ."
"It's Alex with an iPod and a playlist," Yelena corrected.
"But it's a very good playlist!" Penelope defended.
"I researched the history of quinceañeras and found out they're totally misogynistic!" Elena exclaimed.
"She's been reading again! Why do you let her read?" Lydia dramatically said, walking up to her daughter in the kitchen. Elena followed, leaning on the counter-window that connected the dining room/living room and the kitchen.
"I know, Mami. I let her do math, too. I'm a monster," Penelope sarcastically agreed.
"By the way, they made me captain of the debate team today at school, but all she wants to talk about is this," Elena spoke exasperatedly.
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FanfictionYelena Sokovitz, half Russian, half Puerto Rican, lost her family when she was young. Some permanently, some not as much. She was adopted by Schneider in an attempt to grasp some form of responsibility. Luckily for him, if he did end up messing it u...
