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FLOR
I wake up a few hours later in my bed. I had managed to fall asleep again after all. I grumble. It's always so hot in my room. I'm back home and as I open my eyes the familiar surroundings fill my vision.

It's not Alex's room anymore. I kick my sheets off of me and sit upright on the edge of bed. It's 9:35 am. I check my phone and text Christian telling him I'm back in my apartment. I set the phone down and walk into the room across mine. There's a boxing bag in one area of the room.

My squat rack in front of the big mirror covering the right wall of the room. There's plates on the floor organized by their weight. The floor has a big foam mat below the weights and the squat rack. There's a rack where my black dumbbells sit on top. I usually need music to workout but I can't have anything distracting me right now.

I'm already in shorts and a sports bra I had changed into when I got home. I start to stretch and warm up. I fucked Alex. I'm doing toe touches when another thought pops into my head. He came in me. Oh jesus. When I told him to cum in me. I had thought about the risk. My horny ass just didn't care. I knew my period was only a week away. So I shouldn't be ovulating. But that was just an estimate how the fuck am I really supposed to know. I don't think too much into this. I load the weight onto the barbell. 220. I'm doing a few sets.

Skyler punched Gabriel over me. I lower my body hitting a 90ish degree angle. I use my glute muscles to push myself back up. Fuck. I love the way it feels to push against a heavy weight. It's a good outlet for my anger. Gabriel fucking threatened me. So I had to stay with Alex. Whom I then fucked and am now entangled with. Deadlifts now.

I squat the weight down and go deeper to let it rest on the safety bars. I step out from under and bring the bar down onto the floor so I can deadlift it.

Jesus. What the fuck. Christian doesn't even know. I don't even know what the fuck is going on. I tell my brothee everything. If it wasn't for his guidance my life would be a mess caused by my overthinking. I go through the rest of my workout doing various lifts.

My body feels good and I'm calming my breathing down when I finish. Okay. I know what my first step is. I head into the shower and let the water wash over me. I need to tell Christian. I know he already knows something is going on between me and Alex. But I need to ask what I should do now.

I step out and dry my hair. I braid it into two braids so it can be curly when I take them out. I wash my face and apply my moisturizer. I texted Christian telling him to come by because I needed to talk to him. He responded with.

"It's about pretty boy isn't it."

My brother knows me too well. He agreed to come by in a few when he was done with whatever criminal shit he was currently doing. I curl my eyelashes and add white highlight to my inner corners and nose. I line my lips with a soft nude pink that looks natural and fill my lips in. Giving them a plumper look. I put on a small white tank top that hugs my waist. I grab a pair of blue ripped jeans. They fit me tight and hug my legs. I don't like wearing skinny jeans because while I like my hips and thighs I feel like my calves are too skinny.

I put on a pair of hightop Jordan 1s. They're black and white. I'm nervous. I know I'm grownish but what is Christian gonna say about me fucking his homeboy. I snort. Oh lord. My brother's bestfriend. I put in a small gold snakehead earring. The eyes two small ruby jewels. It matches the ring I have. I love dragons and snakes way too much.

I clip on a small gold necklace that has a gold dragon pendant on it. I blow dry my hair with my braids still in so I can help the curls form better. I let the braids out and my hair falls in natural big curls. They look soft and I run my fingers through them. Alex isn't here to tell me I look pretty. I hear my door jiggle. Christian's here. He has an extra key to my apartment and I hear his voice call out.

"Your in home therapist is heree." I walk out into the living room and see his giant figure. He's wearing a grey crewneck and blue jeans, there's Jordans on his feet like always. He's rummaging through my fridge where he grabs a small apple juice , juice box. "Ahhhh." He slumps onto my couch and jams the small straw into the juice.

He starts sipping. How am I even supposed to start this. I don't like talking about my feelings. Especially not that I started liking someone and now am overthinking what to do.

"I fucked your homeboy." Christian slightly coughs as the juice he was swallowing goes down the wrong way. He blinks and looks at me. His mouth slightly open. I stay standing there my hands playing with eachother. He stares frozen. His eyes widen. "I fucking knew it. You didn't go home to change- "Uhh." He stands up suddenly the small juice box squeezing under his hand. "FLOR. OH MY GOD." He stares at me with his mouth open and an amused look on his face. "YOO ALEX HAS LIKED YOU FOREVER AND YOU GUYS ARE FINALLY- "What."

My head swivels towards him. "YOU knew?" I yell back. He gives me a look and raises his brow. "It was so obvious." He smirks. "Plus he asked for my permission to pursue you."

What. Alex asked for my brother's permission to try dating me.. or whatever it is we are doing. My stomach fills with warmth. I'm taken aback. Nothing like this has ever happened. It makes me feel nice. Like he actually cares. Bare minimum. My expression is still shocked.

"He did?" My voice is soft because I still can't really believe it. Christian looks at me. A warm expression on his face.
"You like him Flor." his goofy face smirks.
"Stop." I say. But I can feel my cheeks getting rosy. Yes. Obviously. Maybe. A little crush.
"Flor. He likes you." My body feels fluttery.

"But is he gonna like actually try being with me? Are we supposed to like hangout? Am I supposed to text him right now like are we talking? Or what are the rules what are we , Im not gonna see him everyday because Im not staying with him anymore am I supooed to hangout with him- "Florecita." My brother's voice stops my blabbering.

"Time will tell. Text him because I'm sure his moody ass is waiting for you to. You need to have confidence in what you do because it's all up to you."

Fuck. He's right. I want to see where things go with Alex. I do want to text him. At least every once in a while. And I can't go too many days without seeing him hecause I already miss his touch. Among other things. I breathe out deeply.

"Jesus. You catch feelings and your little body is ready to explode." Christian mocks.

"Shut up." I say. He smirks.

"Thank you." A small smile plays on my lips. "Anytime Flor... Now Mentally are you good? Everything with Alex ... and seeing Skyler defending you or whatever the fuck he was doing.. How do you feel?"

How do I feel. Sex with Alex makes me feel ... good. The way he holds me and speaks to me and treats me after. It fulfills me. "It's different with Alex. And Skyler's just Skyler. ." I say. He scrunches his face. "My homeboy's better." He stretches his arms out and yawns casually. I smirk. Then I remember the slight way he would talk Alex up to me.

I tilt my head and narrow my eyes at him.

"When you would ask me about Alex and what I thought about him.. was it because you were trying to get me witb him" A playful smirk paints his face. "Sweetie, I wasn't just trying to get you with him, I DID get you with him. I could have easily cancelled my trip and had you stay with me. But I knew it was bound to happen, all you guys needed was a little push, and to be trapped in the same household together alone -

"Christian. You're fucking insane." I stare at him as he bites his lip and laughs.

"I knoww." he says proudly. But I'm thankful. There's a slight feeling popping up in my chest. One I haven't felt in a long time. I feel a slight excitement. Hope.