Unspeakable Acts (bwwm)

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| Alyssa Mitchell |

I stand in my closet staring at all my clothes, almost every piece is black. I have no idea what to wear, it's gonna be pretty chilly today so I'm thinking a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. I sit down on my bench and slip on a pair of blazers. Last night jas and I stayed up all night on FaceTime, she couldn't stop gushing about jaxon asking her to homecoming.

Once i get downstairs my step dad is making breakfast with my little brothers. I walk up to the island sitting my phone down, "morning...what are you guys making?"

"We're making crepes!!" My brothers exclaim. Aaron and Andrew. Aaron is in first grade and Andrew is in 2nd. They're so adorable, I love them so much. My mom and step dad, who I consider my real father had them together.

He's been my dad since I was very little, my biological father died before I was born. I'm glad my stepdad was there for my mom so she didn't have to mourn and raise me at the same time, he was a big help.

"Yum," I smile watching them put strawberries in the middle of their crepes. Aaron nudges dad with a glare on his face, "get the milk man!"

Dad rolls his eyes mumbling something in Spanish as he turns to get the milk out of the fridge. Dad is Spanish, so whenever he's mad or frustrated he rants in Spanish and it's the funniest thing.

"Dad we can't understand you! Talk in English!" Aaron yells playfully holding the crepe up to his mouth. Andrew grimaces at Aaron, "shut up you gringo."

Dad and I both laugh, neither of them know Spanish. I grab the orange juice out of the fridge and one of the boys apple slices. I never really eat breakfast because it hurts my stomach, but if I don't eat something it'll still hurt.

My mom usually sleeps in because she works late nights at the hospital. Jasmine will be over in a few so I sit at the island with the boys and wait till she gets here.

"Good morninngggggggg!" Jasmine walks through the side door.

"Shush gordita!" Dad snaps at her. She gasps holding a book to her chest, "dad!"

"My wife is sleeping," dad puts a crepe on a plate and hands it to her. She grins taking the plate bringing it over to me, "A you left your book at my house."

"Shit thanks," I smile putting the book in my bag.

"You guys can't speak?" Jas narrows her eyes at the boys. Both their mouths stuffed with food, Nutella falling down Aaron's chin.

"Hi jazzy!" Aaron waves wildly at her. Jas laughs reaching over and wiping it from his lips, "hi Aaron, hi Andrew."

Andrew waves to jas, he's a big stickler about everything, especially talking with food in your mouth.

After we finish our breakfast we leave out to head to school, today we're taking jasmines car. The whole ride to school she plays The Weeknd, and I'm not even mad. I love me some Abel.

If you don't love The Weeknd we can never be friends, what's there not to like?!? Except the fact his type is tall, pretty, skinny and white. But he's valid, because he doesn't talk shit about us in his songs.

The song she has on repeat today is 'Escape From LA' by The Weeknd.

" You pillow talk to me about the men who try to get in between us, they buy you bags and jewelry, they think your kindness is so weak, no you don't give it up so easy, but you just wanted my attention "