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today was the day you were going back to the u.s. you already had your managers and some other people from your agency calling you, it was driving you nuts.
"yes, i leave tomorrow at 6.. to go straight to the agency? that's fine but.." diego stared at you, as you were running around your room packing some stuff up.
his hands busy scratching fresitas small head and body, trying to cheer the dog up since she also looked sad to leave. he even brought his own dog so they could play but your dog wasn't in the mood.
you hung up the phone and sat down besides diego, "i dont want to go." you sigh resting your head on his shoulder, looking at the vanity mirror where you could see the reflection of you two.
"then dont go! say i kidnapped you! say that-" he tried to convince you, "i kinda do have to go back though.. but i'll come visit whenever i can."
there was an obvious pout on his lips, "well keep texting each other and face timing still, right?" you just wanted to cup his cheeks in your hands and-
"of course," you grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the bed. "let's go downstairs before they think we're doing something we're not supposed to."
he placed fresitas to the floor and followed you out the door. "its not like we haven't done this before." he mumbled.
the two of you made it to the kitchen area, memo had everybody doing something in the kitchen. some of them were making fruit salad, making a cake and making your favorite dish.
"ira ese mocoso, he goes and escapes so he wont be put to do something!" vega said before taking a swing of his beer. "go help them out." memo ordered diego.
"okay." he walked slowly towards vega and chucky who were cutting up fruit. "i'll help." you said walking towards the table. "diego call kevin and ask where he's at?" memo said before going back on his duty.
diego takes his phone out and goes on his contacts and hits on kevin's name, 'kevin el que deja mi pito rojo ❤️'
"why is kevin's name that..?" you asked. "have you seen his? it's way worse." diego scoffs. putting his phone to his ear he waits for kevin to pick up.
"ey, where you at?.. barely? you just dont want to help cook.." diego squinted his eyes. "fine, bye." diego put his phone away, "he said he barely got out the house."
the kitchen was filled with groans, "he be doing that shit on purpose!" "let's not even feed him!"
after an hour of preparing food, you guys were just about to eat. "ya llegue!" the door opened and kevin came in smiling like he didn't just let y'all do all the work.
"nah go order yourself some mcdonald's cause we're not sharing!"
they argued for a bit wondering if they should let kevin starve for not helping out, but then memo had enough and just let kevin serve himself a plate.
