18 {Jess MarianoxOC}

02

BECKY POV

At the sound of my keys unlocking the front door, I heard a thump and scratching against the door. Padfoot. My two-year-old emotional support German Shepherd that I named after Sirius Black. As I walked in, he jumped toward me, causing me to fall on my ass. Man, this dog was heavy. The feeling of Padfoot's tongue on my face pulled me away from my thoughts. I pushed him away from me as I got up and started dusting myself off. I may let him sleep on my bed but there is no way in hell that I'll let him lick my face, motherfucker drinks out of the toilet.

"Ugh, no Padfoot, la cara no," I said sternly while wagging my finger in his face. ("not the face")

I look up to see yet another pair of blue eyes, though these belonged to my mother. She must've seen me push Padfoot away because she was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a brow arched.

"Ni te quejes porque tu eres la que queria un perro grande," she said as she used her foot to push herself off the doorway. ("don't even complain because you were the one who wanted a big dog")

"Yeah I know, but why did you guys have to listen to me?" I whined, causing my mom to roll her eyes and walk toward the kitchen. Not wanting to be alone, I followed her.

"Hablaste con Luke?" she asked as we entered the kitchen. ("Did you talk to Luke?")

"Yeah, he said it was fine pero if I'm not back by Monday morning he's driving to Hartford for me," ("but")

"Did you pack your things?" she asked, causing me to freeze like a dear in headlights. "Apurate, ya va a llegar tu papa." she sighed causing me to run toward my room, Padfoot following me. ("Hurry up, your dad is coming.")

Tossing whatever "Abuela approved" clothing I would find and any other necessities into my bag, I finished fairly quickly. Just as I was closing the zipper, my little brother Sebastian walked in.

If you didn't know any better you'd think he was my age. Being just 2 inches taller than me, my 14-year-old brother stood at 5'10", and it didn't help that he was a football player. He was bound to grow more, the tall genetics ran through our veins.

"Are you done? Dad's outside."

"Yeah, can you take my bags?"

"No," he scoffed. "You have hands, do it yourself."

"Oh well, I wonder how our mother will react when she finds out about your little blonde friend," I said innocently, causing him to freeze. I crossed my arms over my chest, a smug look on my face at the newfound blackmail material.

"How did you find out?!" he whisper-yelled as he came closer.

"Ay hermanito, did you really think you could get a girlfriend and keep it a secret? In a town that likes to gossip more than our tias?"  Instead of responding he simply took my bag and walked out, a defeated look on his face.

Seeing as my dad was busy talking to my mom, I decided to play with Padfoot for a bit. As I threw his tennis ball, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my middle.

"Hola mi princesa," my dad said as he pressed a kiss on my temple. ("Hello my princess,")

"Hola papa," I greeted as he felt go. After saying goodbye to my mom I made my way toward my adorable Padfoot, "Bye papas, I'll see you on Sunday,". After making myself comfortable in the car I opened one of my favorite books "The Outsiders". I had no idea how my grandmother would treat me this week, so I needed my comfort book with me just in case. Hopefully, Tristan is home so I can just spend my time with him. Sebastian would be too busy getting babied by my grandmother to hang out anyways.

After a while, I felt the car coming to a stop. I looked up and sure enough, we were at my dad's place. He never really moved out since my grandparents were not getting any younger and their chances of falling and breaking a bone were getting high. I got out of the car to be greeted by my loving grandfather and not-so-loving grandmother.

"Becky! Como estas, mi amor?" my grandfather exclaimed as he hugged me tightly. ("Becky! How are you, my love?")

"Muy bien Abuelo, ¿y usted?" I asked while returning his tight hug. He always loved when we spoke Spanish. ("Very good Grandpa, and you?")

"Rebecca," my grandmother greeted, not even bothering to hug me. I turned to see my grandmother's disapproving stare. It was either because of my outfit  - which I forgot to change out of - or my facial features, probably both.

My grandmother and I never saw eye to eye on many things, clothes being one of them. My love of dark colors, jeans, shorts, t-shirts, and hoodies just never fit in her world of skirts and dresses. I did have them, I just hardly ever wore them. I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of someone clearing their throat quite loudly

I turned to see it was my Abuelo who cleared his throat. He always hated how my grandmother treated me. And she would treat me a whole lot worse if it weren't for him and my dad. He must've noticed the tension because he said "So uh, we should start going inside,".

I was about to go inside when I heard a voice, "Rebbeca Alvarez Mendoza," I'd recognize that voice anywhere, I slowly turned around to see my best friend of almost fifteen years.

"Tristan!" I beamed as I raced to his open arms.

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Hey Guys!

I was able to post two days in a row! Hopefully, I can hope tomorrow as well. I have two weeks left of my college class but this professor can't stop assigning work. Let me know if you enjoyed it, stay hydrated, and have a good day!

-J <3