𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 || Kevin Alvarez

Chapter 38

Y/n

"Que papa?" I asked as I left the kitchen and went outside in the back yard. My dad has been ringing my phone every single hours of the day, I couldn't pick up because I helped memo clean up some parts of the house. He didn't force me, I asked to. It's something other than thinking about the Luis and Kevin situation.

"You know your birthday is next month. Right?" My dad reminded me.

"Yeah..." I said, where was he going with this?

"This might sound weird, but once you turn 18 you are gonna deal with a lot of responsibility's. Your life is never gonna be the same, so make right decisions. Your no longer gonna be a kid anymore, your gonna be grown which means you need to work and support on your own. Now, as of right now, your fine. But when you get into your 20s things might change, maybe even before that."

I was supper confused, of course I knew this. Why was he giving me a whole speech of this? I've been knowing this for a while, I know I will need to be more aware and stuff. I also need to find a job, but I can worry about that later.

"Okay, I know Pa. Thank you for this lecture. Talk to you later." He said bye, and We both hung up.

I was very confused, why would he tell me this out of nowhere. Is there something he is hiding? Most likely, life has been way to confusing with all of these mysterious things. I shook the weird conversation off, and continued to mop the floor.

The only reason why I want to clean, is to get my mind off things. Especially with Kevin and Luis, I know they said they made up, but they don't seem to kind.

This morning I woke up and Kevin instantly pulled me down onto the bed and hugged me. I did find it cute, but he hasn't done anything like that before. Also when I went to get some cereal, Luis was offering a lot. So either Luis is being very generous or something is up.

I Finished up my mopping, and I cleaned down the counters. When I finished I went to make myself a sandwich.  I stayed in the kitchen and made myself a little sandwich, nothing big but just to fill up my appetite. Once I was done I put All the stuff back into the fridge, I closed the door to see Memo and Chucky arguing with each other as the walked to the living room that was near the kitchen.

"Pero hice comida la ultima vez!" I could hear Chucky shout at Memo. I slowly walked over to the table, sitting down on the chair the was the closest to the living room.

"Aunque no quiero volver a hacer comida." I could hear Memo shout back. I listened, not interfering or anything as I ate my very delicious sandwich.

"Then who's gonna make dinner? You don't want to and neither do I." Chucky asked Memo.

"I don't know, you know no one on this team can actually cook. Alexis tried to make a sopa and he didn't put water in." Memo set in example up. I chucked softly as I remembered one time my parents were teaching me how to make ramen when I was 5. I tried to do it on my own and I didn't add water and it started to smoke. Ever since that beating I got, I never put that back in without water.

"Oh hey y/n" I heard Chucky say. Hearing my name I looked up at the two soccer men and I smiled.

"Hey." I replied as I munched on the little peace of my sandwich. I drank my water and leg the cold liquid wash down my throat.

"Hey, y/n. Would you mind doing us a favor?" I heard Chucky ask as he looked between me and Memo. I swallowed my water fully, about to take another bite out of my sandwich but I ate it all already.

"Sure, what is it?" I asked as I got up and washed my plate.

"Can you make dinner?" I heard Chucky faintly say. I stopped the sink, and walked back closer to them.