the 3 amigos

⭐13⭐

Marcel Ruiz as Junior

Sabrina got dressed in her room,listening to music on her phone at the same time and she sang along. Dressed in a short-sleeved gray gown,she brushed her hair,spritzed a bit of hairspray on her curls and wore a perfume. She sighed,looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"This so-called tour will ruin my mood,no doubt." She muttered.

Descending the stairs,Sabrina met Junior at the kitchen island,guzzling down a bowl of cereals.

"It's cereals as always." She ruffled Junior's hair and took a spoonful of his cereals. The latter maintained a stoical expression. Mrs Jones came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"You look gorgeous in this dress." She smiled adoringly at Sabrina.
"Yeah...thanks,Mom." Sabrina managed a smile and plopped next to Junior. She poured some cereals into a bowl for her to consume.

"You feel really bad about this, don't you? The business tour,as your Dad called it,is only going to last for a moment. So, don't get all worked up. You'll be what you wanna be. Nothing's gonna stop it,okay? It's only a matter of time." Mrs Jones advised her daughter. The latter nodded her head wordlessly.

"I don't see why she can't be what she wants to be all because of the so-called career Dad wants her to do. Will that be the same for me when it comes to my dreams too?" Junior asked, chipping in.
"I hope not. Still, it's possible since your oldest sister's into business too. I guess that's why your Dad's intent on making Sabrina a businessperson." Mrs Jones replied.

"So..." Junior drawled. "...it's most likely that when I start living my life,I'll rather end up becoming a mogul or whatever it's called. I fucking wanna be a fitness model. Period!"
"No cuss words in this house again,young man." Mrs Jones warned,giving him a look.

"Pardon my French." He raised his hands in surrender and gave a lopsided smirk.
"But seriously it won't be fair if Dad's doing all this mainly for monetary reasons. It may be he wants all of us to take over some of his companies. As far as I'm concerned,that isn't the way to handle that. He may have earned great prestige but that doesn't mean his offspring can't be successful in other fields." Sabrina huffed.

"There's nothing much I can say about this whole situation but everything will be fine. It's only a matter of time,like I said earlier." Mrs Jones said in a motherly tone.
"Still optimistic about it." Sabrina said,with a determined glint in her eyes.

"That's my girl. Always wanted to hear that." Her mother grinned and pecked her on the forehead. After that,the former caressed the latter's curls.
"Yeah,yeah. A mother-to- daughter love. Why can't it extended to me this instant? The last born deserves a peck on the cheek... Or the lips." Junior puckered up. Sabrina chortled and hit him lightly on the cheek.

"Ow,that hurts." He groaned,rubbing his cheek slowly.
"It wasn't a heavy punch actually nor even a backhand slap." She shrugged and raised her hands in defense.

"Anyway,if that's what you really want..." Mrs Jones walked towards a goofy-looking Junior. "... I'll give it to you then." She gave the latter a smack on the cheek. "Isn't it so sweet that everyone loves and wants my peck?"
"Of course,it is. Very charming as you think it is." Sabrina smirked while her mother winked at her. Stopping halfway up the stairs,Mrs Jones turned back.

"I hope you'll pardon me for what I'm about to say, Sabrina." She said with a little worry on her face.
"Of course,I can't be angry with you,Mom." Sabrina smiled reassuringly.
"I apologize for being a snoop behind your back." Mrs Jones wore an apologetic look on her face and clamped her hands together

"No problemo." Sabrina chuckled,with a dazzling smile. Full of relief,her mother flashed a smile before speaking up again.
"Who's Rocksy anyway? I actually saw the name in your Scrapbook you asked me to keep for you in your absence and that got my attention since then. Is it something that has to do with your alter ego?" Mrs Jones asked and Sabrina paused briefly.