Not Cliché

6) Why am I on Your Lap?

I woke up on someone's lap, wait what? I jumped up, startling a sleeping Alesso.

"What happened?" I demanded, "did we f- oh," I said looking around and remembering.

"What time is it? How long were we here?" I demanded.

He yawned stretching out his arms. It looked pretty hot. I bit my lip and furrowed my brows feeling the skin tug slightly at my eye brow piercing.

He then pulled out his phone and checked the time.

"It's 8," he said groggily.

"In the morning?" I asked panicking.

"No, it's 8 at night- of course in the morning, stupid," he said grunting.

"You-" I said pointing to him, "are clearly not a morning person."

He grunted in response. I wonder why we hadn't been kicked out or awoken by someone, but I guess hospitals never sleep. I skipped over to the front desk, asking about Sandra.

"Oh yes honey," an African American lady said nicely, "she's in room 325, and can have visitors."

I smiled a small smile and went over to Alesso, and drag him to the elevators, rushing into the cramped and rickety lift. When we pulled into the 3rd floor I quickened my pace, Alesso jogging behind me. When I went into her room I knocked and let myself in.

She was propped up by pillows and a window was open letting in the moist air and sunlight.

When she saw us she smiled tightly and croaked out, "fancy meeting y'all here."

I rolled my eyes and smiled, glad her sense of humor, although terrible stayed intact.

"Heya, Sandra. You scared me so much! Don't ever do that again!" I scolded.

She cracked an actual smile this time. "Ha ha," she muttered. I squealed and went up to hug her, stopping when she winced.

"Still on the mend?" I asked. She nodded.

"It was nothing too serious, the worse that could've happened is me dying from blood loss," she said as if that was nothing.

"Right cuz almost dying is no biggie right?" I say turning to Alesso and smirking. I turned back in time to see Sandra try to cover up a smile.

Alesso had a weird look on his face, I think it was relief and happiness. I mentally shrugged it off, oh my god! What if he liked Sandra! I could totally set them up! I gushed.

"Soooo..." I said trailing off in the silence, "Imma go take a piss, baiii!"

I ran out and put my ear to the door. I heard silence on the other side.

"She has no idea does she?" Sandra asked.

"Not a clue," Alesso replied. I had no idea what they were talking about, I hope they could elaborate for the eavesdropper, I mean come on! It's hard!

More silence.

"When're you gonna tell her?"

"I don't think ever, she doesn't seem like the type to know what it is ya know?" She mmm'ed in compliance.

I mentally groaned, get on with it. How much time does it take for teens these days to exchange numbers and offer to hang out?

"She's taking a long time," Sandra commented.

"I'll go check." by that time I had moved away from the door and made it look like I was approaching it.

Alesso peeked out, his black hair sticking up at angles from his sleeping in the lobby.

"Hey Zeya," he said.

"Hi?" I asked wondering why he was greeting me. He seemed to have a mental argument with himself before muttering, "aw, fuck it," and came out, rubbing his jaw. He sauntered over and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Zeya, will you go out with me?" He asked calmly, only his arm scratching the back of his neck giving away any hints of nervousness.

I frowned confusedly, didn't he like Sandra?

Taking my furrowed brows as a bad sign, he said, "never mind, forget about it," and turned about to walk away, before I put my hand on his muscley arm and spun him to face me.

"Wait, don't you like Sandra?" I asked. He looked at me confused, as if I had just said purple cows fart rainbows.

He looked down at me and pulled me by the waist, against him.

"I like you, stupid," he muttered in my hair. My heart twisted and thumped louder when he said that.

I couldn't afford to feel this way, I could get hurt. I looked down and up, our lips accidentally skimming each other. I jerked at the sudden contact. If that was barely a kiss how would I feel when he- I cut myself off from my dirty mind.

Right now it felt worth it to risk my heart to feel like this.

"Ummm... I guess," I answered.

"What?" He asked.

"I'll go out with you."

"Oh, ok!" He said happily, then quickly covered it up, "I mean, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist this," he said nonchalantly.

I giggled and fussed his hair, "Looks like you're the one who can't resist this," I replied smugly, pointing down to myself and kissed his cheek. He turned his head so instead of my lips landing on his cheek, they landed on his lips. I smiled and kissed him softly and pulled away, he whined.

"Patience young one, we are in a hospital, for my best friend slash cousin slash roommate," I chided. He grunted and kissed my forehead, making me stir at his cute act.

He then took my hand in his and intertwined our fingers. I looked up at him and smiled, taking advantage of the situation, like always, he pecked me on the lips while I smiled. I just rolled my eyes and went back into the room to tell Sandra I had to leave.

"Bye Sandrita, take care of yoself!"

"Kay, and I heard y'all, you're gonna be the cutest couple in the history of delinquents," she cooed. I laughed lightly and hugged her as carefully as possible. She grinned up at me and smiled, waving as we backed out of the room.

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A/N:
Hi guys! I totally appreciate y'all reading this. I have no experience what so ever so tell me if this story is going too slow or too fast. I know not a lot of people will read this, so I don't really care about popularity and voting, but I would love to see y'all's opinions and stuff! Especially comments. I'm kinda like forever alone so when ppl comment or message me or wateva I feel special. 😊

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And I know how sometimes Authors Notes can be long winded and boring, sorry! To those of you who don't like it you can skip this!

I wanna know if the switching between languages is confusing or not. I am fluent in Spanish and English and so I know what the words mean, it's kinda weird to think I wouldn't know both of them so tell me! Okay.

Just to be clear, if y'all are interested, I live in the U.S. But my mom is from Colombia and my dad is from Mexico. I try to be as diverse in my culture choices for my characters but, I can't help but be proud of my heritage, sometimes I go over the top. Also I don't know the way some Latin American cultures or way of speaking, or wateva so escuuuusssee me! If I get anything wrong.

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-Daniella (Dani) Santos