oh who is she? -miguel cazarez mora

a misty memory

(the titles are the song lyrics btw 💋😈)

y/n's point of fucking view:

i could barley fall asleep last night because i couldn't stop thinking about it. i'm not going to lie, he's very much prettier in person. and also unlike other 15 year old boys, he smells like he actually knows what deodorant is. i forced myself to wake up at 5am to make it to the free breakfast the hotel serves every morning. i tried to wake my friends up too, but they were completely passed out. i didn't care to put on any make up or fix my hair. i just threw on some shorts and an ugly, overpriced college hoodie that i bought at the mall once in 2020. i thought to myself, why would i want to doll myself up for breakfast?

once i got there, i IMMEDIATELY regretted not "dolling" myself up once i saw the familiar looking, long haired boy gobbling up scrambled eggs. (finney is having war flashbacks 😰). i just quickly got my breakfast and got a seat in the back corner, hoping he wouldn't see me. ugh, i would SO go up to him and ask for a picture if i weren't looking like one of them rats in the new york subways right now.. i think he noticed me from last night because he kept looking back at me while eating. keep in mind, NOBODY else was sitting near me. we made eye contact once but i quickly looked away. bro.. i looked calm on the outside but inside me, i was screaming like hell. i went to get syrup for my waffles and came back to a napkin with something written on it. y'all, everything could be sëx trafficking these days.. i was not going to fall for that 🙄, especially after watching the black phone.
i just threw it away in the trash along with other trash. ( Y/N YOU DUMB BITCH THAT WAS MIGUEL'S NUMBER )

miguelito's point of view:

i was eating breakfast all by myself because these lazy shits didn't want to wake up. early birds>>>
wait.. is that.. is that her? WAIT... THAT IS HER.
the girl who ran away from me yesterday. kind of hurted, what was so terrifying about me that it made her run away from me. but she's lowkey kinda...🤭
might as well at least try to shoot my shot. ( miguel feeling a little risky!? ) i wrote my number along with my name down on a napkin and quickly put it on her table when she got up to get something. when she came back, she noticed the napkin almost immediately. i didn't know if she put my number in or not, i had to go back upstairs to my hotel room to get ready for an interview.

author's note or whatever: sorry about the short chapters and horrible grammar, i'm not a very experienced writer and i don't even like writing. i know, shocking. i'm writing this story for shits and giggles 😜🤘. i'm in my author era rn 😍