Angel
This part will contain mature content.
This part will also contain some Spanish, which will be translated.
"Remember to visit more often, we'd love to see you more." José said, passing us the bags of food.
"You are aware that Rojo's birthday like.. 8 days away? I'll throw a party like I usually do, possibly this time it won't be just the four of us." I say, four of us which consisted of Me, José, Rojo, and Maria.
"Are we going to have a theme! Or is it like.. just a party with heavy drinking and strippers?" Rojo beams.
"Which ever you like. Just let me know, so I can buy decorations and book a stripper. You have my number right?" I asked.
"I do, I do. And I'll let you know okay! Please don't be a stranger." Rojo says, hugging me tightly which I gladly return.
"See you around my new big friend." José says hugging Beau tightly.
"It was lovely meeting you two, you guys seem like really nice people." Beau says hugging him back.
"Thank you," José pulls back.
José comes up to me, putting his hands on my face. "Mi hermanito, por favor avísame si alguna vez necesitas algo. Nosotros, principalmente yo, estamos aquí para ti." He says, hugging me tight.
"Lo sé. Gracias por todo. Te amo hermano." I say back, snuggling my face into his breakfast smelled shirt.
"Yo también te amo, mi angelito." He says, pulling back.
"Are you crying?" I asked, chuckling.
"N-no.. I just got something in my eye." He says, sniffling and rubbing his eye.
"Okay so, you" I point to Rojo, "I want a theme from you within a few days," I say, "and you," I point to José, "Just take care of Rojo till then." I wink.
"I can definitely do that." He purrs, pulling Rojo by the waist to him.
"Come on Beau." I say, motioning towards the sidewalk. Which he nods, following behind.
"Not that it isn't any of my business, but how did you guys meet? You guys seem pretty close." Beau asked.
"We met in College. We had same classes together though we didn't talk much, I was more of a studying straight A's person. While he was partying, and having fun. As most college guys do." I explain,
"Then, when I graduated. I moved back down here and..um" I pause. Knowing full well why I moved back here. Not because of friends or family. But because of.. him.
"Angel..?" Beau says.
"Yes?" I answer, snapping back into reality.
"You spaced out, are you okay?" He asked, shifting the bags from both hands to one, and holding my shoulder.
"Yeah, sorry. Uh, like I was saying. I moved back down here with the thought of having a home to come to. But I was wrong, which made me miserable..." God knew how miserable I was,
"And little did I know, José, lived down here too. So when he saw me, blacked out drunk in a alley way, he took care of me, helping me sober up." I say.
"Oh.. wow," Beau says.
"Yeah. I owe him my life. I'd do anything for that guy." I grin. Remembering when I used to stay with him all the childish things he'd do to make me smile.
"Are you completely sober now, or.." Beau asked hesitantly.
"Well, yes and no. I don't drink as much as I did, but I do still drink." I answer. "Either way, I am a great functioning alcoholic." I joke.
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