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"if we were in a harry potter movie, i would be harry, you would be hermione and you would be ron." kevin pointed fingers to the two of you.
"yeah and that'll only be because i'm smart, diego is dumb and you can't ever mind your business like harry."
"im not that much of a chismoso.." kevin pouted, "leave the chicki baby alone.. look at him." diego reached his hand out and pinched kevin's cheek.
"oh suddenly he's your chicki baby? you were the one who said i should stop babying him?"
"yeah that was before he started looking so babygirl." you raised a brow. the photographers were first taking pictures one by one, you guys have been here for an hour and vega had barely taking his pictures.
that that was because half of the 40 minutes the shoot started, everybody was photobombing everybody. lord we're you pissed cause you also had to take three different pictures.
"this is going for vogue! take this shit seriously!" you yelled, making the room go quiet. you were so done, vega was showing his ass on camara, diego and kevin were pretending to making out in front of the camara, and the others were playing mario kart.
you weren't taking pictures, only the team was, but you decided to dress up as well. just to match the vibes.
everybody seemed to be wearing tuxedos, and luckily you had one too. you looked good in it too. "you're not even getting payed to dress up.." diego said staring at your outfit.
"you're lucky to even have me here, honestly." you rolled your eyes. a few minutes later, the stylists for today had asked kevin and diego to take a seat on one of the chairs while they do their makeup and hair.
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"where are you even pulling these outfits from?" vega looked you up and down confused as you came out the restroom wearing something similar to them.
"i always make sure i have everything in my bag." they were wearing their white mexican jerseys, and luckily you had one with you at all times. it even had your name on the back.
"if you want to be part of the team just say that." diego said as he passed by you so he could go change. "if you want to fuck me just say that." you said making sure he was the only one who heard.
he looked at you for a second, before eyeing your form, before turning back around to the restroom. "you wish." you continued your way outside where everybody who had already changed went.
"what the fuck do you carry in that bag? you be pulling the most random shit out of there." you shrugged. "i can fit anything inside it." you swing your small coach bag.
"the other day i saw her pull out a soccer ball.. a soccer ball! where does she even fit that?!" edson freaked out. "this one time i saw her pull out a chihuahua, does she even own any pets?" kevin turned to your dad.
"wha- why- we have a dog?" you dad asked. "it's literally fresitas.. my dog?" you open your coach bag and pull out your small brown chihuahua, fresitas.
"why the name fresitas?" chucky stared at your chihuahua, who was shaking terribly. "cause she's like.. una fresita, you know.. just like her mommy." you kissed the top of fresitas head before setting her on the floor to let her run around in the grass.
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"where is lainez?!" the photographer asked looking around the field. "i think he's still inside." someone from the team said.
thr photographer looked at you, "y/n can you go get lainez for me please." even if you didn't want to, you nodded your head. "watch fresitas for me." you told memo who was playing with your chihuahua.
"that dumb bitch, who takes that long in the restroom?" you said to yourself as you made your way across the field.
you slid the door open and went to to where the bathroom was at. as you made your way, you made it to the lounge area and saw a ball of hair sticking out on one of the couches.
you already knew who it was, so once you got closer, you grabbed a pillow from the other couch and smacked him on the head.
"hey! stop!" he put his hands on his face protectively. "how can you fall asleep at a time like this!" you stopped, "i was just taking a nap!" he sat up letting out a couple of groaning noises after.
"that pillow fucking hurts." "good so you can wake up." you threw the pillow besides him. "they're calling you up for pictures so you better hurry."
you began to walk away with diego behind you. the two of you hurried to the field, where the photographers were waiting.
"lainez, stand here for me." the photographer leaded diego to some part of the field. going the other direction, you went to where the others were, they were playing with fresitas.
"titi me pregunto!" they sang as kevin had fresitas on her two feet's standing, while dancing with her. while everybody sang the song, you turned your head and saw the photographers taking pictures of diego.
'he's so fine..'
your own though caught you so off guard, you had to stay still for a second to revise if you just said that.
you took another look at diego, his tan skin looked good under the sunset, his curls being tucked behind his headband, his face. oh my god his face!
'no way am i about to admit he's fine right now..'
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