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"limpia tu cuarto." your dad said entering your room while holding fresitas with one hand. "who the fuck is going to come into my room?" you turned around to look at him.
"kevin?" you roll your eyes, "kay' but that's kevin, he's going to go thru all my shit anyways" you turn back around on your chair and continued to do your makeup.
"cmon fresitas, we know when we're not needed." your dad left the room, closing the door behind you.
"and put fresitas in her pink tutu!" you yelled, turning back to your netflix series on your macbook. "he can't keep getting away with this!" you gasped looking at your macbook, it was jesse from breaking bad crying to hank.
after you were done with your makeup, you got up from your chair and looked inside your closet, the carne asada was going to be at your house so you didn't want to dress up much, you put your flair leggings on with some cute backless halter top.
your dad wanted to have a little carne asada with the team, because they were given a week off for remodeling in the office. only some people from the team who could make it were coming, nor did you think diego was going to come.
walking out your room, you passed by the living room and saw your dad and two other people already outside in the yard.
sliding the door to go outside, you're met with the laugher of the three as they play their corridos. "why are y'all always the first ones to get here."
memo and chucky turned around, chucky had his sunglasses on and memo was holding fresitas who had a small pink sombrero on her head.
after talking to them for a bit, you walked back to your room and waited till kevin got to your house.
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"can you guys just get along?" kevin pleased seeing his two best friends fighting at the front door. "its her/him!" you and diego yelled at the same time.
"go home! who even invited you?!" you yelled, in reality you didn't want to see him, cause the more you saw him the more you were going to have to admit that he was fine.
