Stuck With You ⇁ Carlos Madrigal

07

Your laughter seemed to drown out the piercing stare that came from the shapeshifter - after a few moments your laughter finally died down.

You glanced back towards him. Carlos glared - you were half expecting him to just rip the clip off his hair and throw it in your face, but surprisingly, he gently took it off - before unceremoniously shoving it into his pocket.

He muttered something under his breath.

I got him. You smiled, feeling some sort of victory. Should have found a way to get a picture of it though - missed opportunity. Afterall you doubted he would let you close to his hair again after what you just did.

Mirabel was already at your side. "You're bleeding!" Oh, right. I was. She gave you a worried look, everyone seemed to be more concerned about your wound than you were -- "Come on, I think we still have some of Mom's snacks left!"

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The moment you entered the kitchen, an arepa was promptly shoved into your mouth. There was a pause, it took you a long second to process what happened -

"Eat it." Carlos muttered with a blank stare, fingers curled around the very same arepa that was currently pressed against your lips.

Resisting the urge to kick him in the shins - you take a large bite, chewing and swallowing all while giving him the angriest glare you could muster.

"Good." He said with another punchable smirk, before pulling the arepa away from you and taking a bite for himself. You rolled your eyes, unfazed by the display, though when you turned to your side it looked like someone was.

Mirabel stared at the two of you, a rather uneasy smile across his face. You walked towards her with a laugh. "Why, did you wanna be the one to shove an arepa down my mouth, again?"

Her face softened, she laughed, waving her hands. "N-no!" More laughter. She glanced across the room, you followed her; both eyeing the shapeshifter as he sat down, arms perched on the table, reaching over to grab another snack.

Her voice lowered. "Are you two. . . friends again?"

None of what just happened really indicated any air of friendliness to you - you just got insultingly treated like a small child, but maybe she saw it differently.

"Nope." You answered simply without any hesitance. "I don't want to push him down the stairs - as much, if that's what you're asking." Of course, that would probably change, Carlos was unpredictable as he was annoying.

Mirabel stared for a moment, then nodded. "If, if you two are - that's great!" Her voice faltered. ". . .I know how much you miss being close with him like before."

You blinked. I do? You don't remember expressing anything that would let her to believe that, but then it hit you - the you from this world must have felt that way. Maybe they just have bad taste. You joked, already knowing that - even if it was hard to believe - Carlos wasn't always such a douche among douche.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek, struggling with what to say next. You didn't want to be friends with him - or at least that thought never came up. "I, uh, don't think me and him being friends, is exactly in the near future, Mirabel."

She sighed, her eyes looked down, avoiding yours. "I'm sorry, I know that it's my fault that you and him aren't on good terms. "

My fault. You repeated in your head in confusion. How could it be her fault? You shake your head, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be, it's not your fault that your cousin is" an asshole, an idiot, the devil incarnate "--extremely unlikeable."