✧ picking sides ✧ pt9

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Caiman laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Ay dios mio," he whispered.

"Mijo!" His mother's sing-song voice echoed through the halls. "Come here please!"

He sighed and hopped off his bed. "Viniendo, mamá," he responded, putting his phone in his pocket. He walked out into his kitchen and leaned on the door frame. "Yes mamá?"

She smiled at him over her shoulder, continuing to mix whatever meal she was concocting. "Elle's family has invited us to dinner tomorrow night, and I wanted to make sure you had a head's up so that you can pick out an outfit to impress your girlfriend," she winked.

Uncomfortably, Caiman smiled. "Right... gracias, mamá."

"De nada mi amor! Please set the table for dinner in unos minutos, por favor. Te amo!" she said, making a kiss noise and turning back to her preparation.

Caiman muttered a response -he couldn't even tell what he was saying-, then walked back to his room. He checked his phone and found a message from Blue. He immediately responded.

Caiman smiled at his phone

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Caiman smiled at his phone. He'd always wanted to be closer with Blue. Now, maybe things were turning up!

But... poor Sasha. Caiman made a mental note to visit her while she was in ISS.

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