Everyone's Got a Combination

Will you call me on occation?

"Wake up, sleepy head. We have things to do." Ricardo shouted as he threw a pillow at my head.
"Leave me alone, Ricardo." I groaned. I could barley sleep due to the excitement of the night before. "The Killers are coming over tonight. We can drive to the grocery store and get them some decent food and drinks, or you could stay here sleeping and they'll have only water and cold tortillas."

"Fine. I'll be down in a second." "Okay. There's coffee and toast in the kitchen."

"Thanks."

Rick left my room. I took a quick shower and I put my sweatpants on along with a hoodie. I put my hair in a high ponytail and made my way to the kitchen. Rick was sitting on the counter drinking his coffee.

"What if we make tacos tonight?" I asked. "Sounds good."
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After going to the grocery store and the local mexican market, we went back home to prepare dinner. "You better make some good tacos, Sof." Rick said as I chopped some onion. "You're telling me I can't make good tacos?" I said pretending to be offended. "No. It's just I miss Mexican food so much and I want to make sure your tacos taste as Mexican as possible." Rick chuckled. "They will. Now stop doing nothing and come help me."

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I changed my clothes to a pair of skinny black jeans, a plain white t-shirt, a gray cardigan, navy Converse shoes and a black beanie. I wore my hair down. Soon it was 7:00 PM and The Killers were about to arrive. I woke up Rick, who was taking a nap on the couch. After a few minutes, the four men arrived and they made theirselves comfortable in the living room. "Nice house, Pimentel." Ronnie said looking around as he sat down. "Thanks Ron. Who wants a beer?" Rick shouted from the kitchen. Everyone but Mark and me raised their hands. "You don't want one?" Brandon said as he turned to me. "Not really. I'll just have a coke." I shyly replied. He makes me nervous. "Then I'll have one too." He smiled. Oh god, he's so cute. "Rick, I'll have coke better than beer." He shouted to Rick. "Alright."
"He has a real thing with coke" Dave chuckled. All I could do was smile and admire Brandon. He was cute. He seemed like a spoiled brat, but he was really really nice. I served the tacos as the men sat down around the table. "These look good. Did you make these?" Dave asked. "Yes." I said with a light smile. "They are way much better than the ones in Los Tacos in Las Vegas!" Mark said as he bit one taco. "And the ones in Chapala too." Brandon said with his mouth full. "This is what real tacos taste and look like, guys. Taco Bell is a fake tortilla full of lies with lettuce and cheddar." Rick added. Everyone laughed. Ronnie was just admiring the tacos or something because he didn't say a word.

We finished eating, and after a while of talking and hanging, Ronnie, Dave and Rick were drunk. "Guys, I think we should go." Mark finally spoke as he stood up, "Marky, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up." Dave replied. "Actually it's a good idea. We have to leave tomorrow morning." Brandon said looking at the three drunk men. After a little argument between Dave and Mark, Ron and Dave decided to finally stand up and leave. "Ricardo Pimentel, you're my best fucking friend and you know that. You know that, right? I love you man." Ronnie said in tears. He was drunk as fuck. "I love you too, freakin Vannucci." Rick said crying too. They hugged each other for like 15 minutes. I said my goodbyes to Dave and Mark and hugged them tight. I didn't want them to leave. When Ronnie and Rick released from their hug, Ronnie came to me. "Pretty kid, you make the best tacos of the world. See ya soon. Take care of your brother and be a bad girl." He hugged me with the force of a bear and he left the house. "Well," Brandon said rocking back and forth in his tippy toes with his hands in his pockets "It was really nice spending time with you, Sof." He paused. Oh god. He called me Sof. Only few people call me like that. He's way too cute. I didn't want him to leave. "You're a really nice person. Thank you for the tacos, they were delicious. I hope you keep listening to our music and going to our gigs." Brandon continued. "You have nothing to thank, Brandon. It was nice to meet you too. When you play in Mexico I'll be there for sure. I hope the tour goes well." I said smiling. He pulled me in for a tight hug. I couldn't help it but feel safe in his embrace. We pulled out of the hug and he finally said "I'll call you soon. I promise." And he walked out the door.
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[Three days after meeting The Killers]

"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"Uhm... Sofía?" A familiar but not so recognizable voice said.
"Uhm... Stranger?" I said. I heard a giggle. "It's Brandon." The voice said.
"Oh my god, Brandon! I'm sorry!"
"Don't be. How're ya?" Brandon called me. I could barley breathe at the moment.
"Fine and you?"
"Fine."
"I'm glad. How's the tour going?"
"Good, I guess. We're playing in Orlando next week."
"That's cool!"

We spent some hours talking about anything, just like the day we met. He was so easy to talk to that most of the time I forgot I was talking to my celebrity crush.
"For how long are you staying in the U.S?" Brandon asked. "A year, maybe. I'm supposed to look for universities, but if I don't find one I like in the whole year, I have to go back to Mexico."
"So, if you find somewhere to study here, you'll stay?"
"Yeah, probably."
"You'll find one, you'll see."
I smiled. He asked me for my house number. He said sometimes it's cheaper to call to a house; I'm not sure about that but whatever. We kept talking until Rick arrived from work and I had to help him with some things around the house. "My brother is home. I gotta go."
"Alright. Call me when you have time."
"I will. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up and ran downstairs to say hello to Ricardo. "Hey, what were you doing?" Rick asked. "Nothing much. I was talking on the phone." "Did you look for universities as you're supposed to?" Rick said rising and eyebrow. He clearly knew I did nothing all day. "No." I said a bit ashamed. "Well, whatever. What about we eat something an then we watch a movie?" "Moulin Rouge?" "Okay. Why do you love that movie so much?" He said rolling his eyes. "It's awesome." i shrugged.

Omniscient POV
[The next day, 6:00 a.m.]

Sofía woke up half an hour earlier than Rick. She went down to the kitchen and made some coffee and toast for her and her brother. When Rick went finally downstairs he felt a bit confused. "Why are you awake?"
"I'm not staying in bed the whole year."
"Okay. You're weird."
"Thanks. Fo you know where I can find a dojo?"
"What for?"
"You know... I would like to take my horse there." Sofía laughed. "What the hell do you think a want a dojo for?"
"You really miss karate, don't you?"
"Yeah." Sofía sighed.
"I've seen one in 1st Av. I can drive you there when I arrive home."
"Don't worry. I'll walk or take a taxi."
"Alright. I'm gonna be late. Bye, sis. Love you."
"Good luck. Love you too."

Main POV

I took a shower and got myself ready to go out. I needed to find a dojo because I missed karate so much. It was the only way I managed to handle stress while in high school. I walked to the dojo and entered the place. I talked to a guy who I guess was the receptionist. He asked me some things and gave me the hours and days I could go training. He said I could start the same day at evening.