Walk With Me.

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The next morning as quickly as my family fell asleep, and I happened to be in a giddy mood. I got ready, brushing out my short pink hair, and putting on a nice outfit I picked out yesterday, just in case I wanted to go out today.

I sat myself on the dining table, before greeting my little brother. "Hey hey, Octo!" I beamed, ruffling up his hair affectionately. He chuckles lightly, continuing to eat his bowl of cereal. My mom kisses me good morning, and she asks if I have any plans today.

"I don't think so, but I plan on visiting Isa, that's if you don't mind." I chuckle, nervously. She rolls her eyes playfully.

"You're always allowed to see her, mija, just remember to let me know." She grins. I leave the house, coming face to face with the girl I was planning to meet.

"Isa?!" I yelp, taken aback by her sudden appearance.

"Aha, hello hermosa, how're you doing?" She asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. I smile awkwardly, before relaxing in her presence.

"I'm okay, almost had a heart attack, but overall I'm feeling pretty good!" Isa smiles at me, before admiring me for a moment too long.

"Walk with me, Jei." She insists, and I decided to follow alongside her. Our conversations were pretty comfortable, there'd be short pauses here and there, but it was never too difficult to handle.

"Hey, hermosa." Isabela calls. I reply with a soft hum. "I never got to ask you for your age, or anything. I hope it's not too offensive." she continues rambling. I only giggle at her silliness before answering her question.

"I'm 20, and you?"

"21, guess you have to show me a bit of respect, don't you, hermosa?" She smirks. I nudge her gently before stopping in my tracks. Isa looks at me curiously, until I point at Camilo and my brother Octo. "Those two seem to enjoy the other's company." She snickers. As I agree with her, we noticed the two getting lost in the other's eyes.

"It'll give them some time to realize it, but they'll know soon enough that they're falling real hard for each other." I remarked.

"Maybe they already have, who knows?" Isa looks to me. We burst out in giggles, knowing how absolutely clueless they are.

"God, sometimes they can be really sad." I joked.

"They're hopelessly in love, hermosa." Isabela laughs, exaggerating the 'hopelessly in love' part.

"Just wait til' they have kids, it's gonna be hectic."

"Woah, woah, woah- They can have kids..?"

"Isa!"

We laughed the whole back to the Casita, and Isa's abuela greeted me lovingly. "Hello, mija, how are you today?" she asks, plastering a wide grin across her face.

"I'm okay, Abuela! Thank you for asking." she welcomes me back, and disappears into the kitchen with Tia Julieta.

"Abuelita seems to love you a bit more than she loves me." Isa states. A small pout forms on her lips before I pat her head gently.

We walk towards her room, passing by Luisa and Mirabel. Some teasing remarks from them were heard, which left both me and Isa a bit flustered. Dolores walks by, giving me a short hug, before bidding me goodbye. I smile at her, until I turned back to Isa. "Ooo~ you like her, Jei?" She teases.

I groan softly before stopping at her door, "No, loca, I don't." I replied, shutting her and her teasing remarks down immediately.

"What are you doing, bonita? Come on in." She motions me inside. I walk in anxiously, before admiring the gorgeous flowers surrounding the whole room. The floor was covered in flowers, colored in pink and purple shades. I spin gracefully, mesmerized by her rooms beauty itself. "You're seriously in love with my room, and not me?" Isa remarks, shaking her head dramatically, before taking a seat on her bed.

"Come on, bonita, what're you waiting for?" She smiles, patting the empty space beside her. I make my way towards her, grinning widely. As I sat on her bed, the vines that were attached to it sudden began pulling the bed towards the ceiling.

"Isa- wh- why are the vines-" She cuts me off mid-way, explaining.

"You have nothing to worry about, the vines do that." She assures. I nod my head hesitantly before I lift my dangling feet onto her bed. Isa lays down, and encourages me to do the same, so I do what she says, of course.

She lays next to me, admiring her gorgeous plants she summoned herself.

"Jei."

"Hm?"

"How perfect do you think I am?"

"Mm, is this a trick question?"

I look to her, not realizing how serious she was being.

"Oh- I mean.. you seem perfect, but like someone says, not everyone is perfect."

She lets out a sigh of.. disappointment and changes the subject. We giggle and chat, until the conversation becomes somewhat deep.

"I'm gonna tell you something" she mutters. I listen attentively, waiting for her to continue, "I'm going to marry Mariano Gúzman."

I have never gotten up so fast. I look at her with disbelief and.. a tint of hurt laced my voice. I let out a short "oh" and try my hardest to avoid her eyes.

She places a finger under my chin, turning my face towards hers. "I never wanted to marry him.. but it'll make my family proud." she whispers. As she caressed my face, a tear fell.

A tear...

Fell.

"Jeiji- why are you crying?" she asks, her facing leaning in a little too close.

"Oh! Ah, it's nothing- I think I'm having an allergic reaction, sorry, could we- I'm gonna go, uh-" abruptly stopping my sentence, Isa's bed slowly goes down, and it seems like forever until we finally touched the ground. I stumble off without saying goodbye, a few tears escaping my eye once again.

Isa watches me stumble off, regretting the decision she made to tell me about Mariano. I get it, or at least I'm trying to understand. She's obviously not into me, I need to accept it.

Walking into my house, my mother sees my red eyes. "Mi vida! What's wrong?" she pulls me into her chest. I let out a few sobs and sniffles, but I shaped up faster than I should've.

"It's just- uhm. I don't think I'm gonna visit Isa anymore." I say, walking into my room without saying another word.

My mother watches me sadly, not knowing exactly what happened between me and Isabela.

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