Meeting the Boys (OG Version)

CHAPTER SIX

Ingrid's POV

"What? really?"

"Yes." My mom looked really excited.

"Where are they going to sleep?"

"In that other empty room," my mom said.

We live in a four-bedroom house. I have a room and my parents have a room. Before my sister moved out she had another room. The last room didn't have much. Each room has its own bathroom. There is a main bathroom downstairs.

"Really? All five of them?"

"Yes, kid."

"OMG!" I yelled. "When will they be here?"

"They're coming right before dinner."

"Nice."

I helped my mom get some food ready. Then I went upstairs into the guys' room to clean the bathroom. When I was finished I looked around the room. It looked so empty with nothing on the walls. I thought it would be funny if I printed out some pictures of them and put them up on the wall. Smiling, I went in my room and searched them up on Google. I printed out a picture of the five of them together and individual photos of them. Then I made some cute frames with cardboard and put them up in their room. I was proud of my work. The room looked a lot better.

A while later...

My Aunt Gloria finally arrived. She hugged me and complimented my hair. "You're so beautiful," she said, kissing my cheek.

"Gracias (thank you)," I replied. "And I love your nails."

"Gracias, chica." Her nails were sparkly. Then her and my mom went into the kitchen to just talk.

Gabriela and Pablo showed up a few minutes later.

"Hey, lil sis," Gabriela said, giving me a hug.

"Hola, Gabbi," I said.

"Hola, Ingrid," Pablo gave me a hug, too.

"Hi, Pab."

We sat down and talked.

"So how's school?" Pablo asked.

"It's alright. A lot of homework, though."

"Yeah. High school is tough if you're not careful."

"Yeah. I'm trying to stay out of trouble."

"Good for you, sis." Gabbi gave me a high-five. "Just remember this: please try not to get involved in any drama. I've seen it and experienced it and it doesn't always go well."

"I'll try. Thanks." I wasn't a drama queen in elementary and middle school. Surely, I won't be one in high school. But you never know.

The guys came over at 6:30. They greeted the family first and then we sat down in the living room.

"CNCO!" My sister screamed, hugging the five guys. "Los amo (I love you)!"

Did I mention that my sister is also a big fan?

"Hola, bella," Chris said.

That flirty dude.

My sister smiled when she heard that. Pablo fist-bumped them and smiled.

"I really love your music. But Ingrid loves you guys even more."

I felt a flush of embarrassment. I tried to hide it.

"I can tell." Joel looked at me. He looked so adorable.

"So are you guys spending the night?" Pablo asked.

"Yeah," Richard answered. "Are you guys?"

"No, we're just visiting them for a while," Gabbi replied.

"Oh. Hey, who's that other lady over there?" Richard pointed toward the kitchen where my aunt and my mom were sitting.

"That's my Aunt Gloria," Gabbi said. "She'll be living here for a while till she can find a place to live."

"Oh, alright." Richard said.

As we were talking I noticed that Chris was watching me closely. I looked over at him and nodded. He nodded back and smiled.

I smiled back.

"Oye, Chris (hey, Chris)?" I whispered to him. "Te quiero enseñar algo (I want to show you something)."

"Okay."

We got up and we went upstairs. I led him into their room.

"Ay, wow, que lindo (oh, wow, how cute)!" He looked around the room. When he saw the pictures on the wall, he laughed. "Que bonito (how pretty)."

"Te gusta (you like it)?"

"Me encanta (I love it)."

"Te quieres sentar aqui (do you want to sit here)?"

"Solos (alone)?"

"Pues, si quieres (well, if you want to)."

"Okay."

We sat down on one of the matresses.

I found Chris's eyes on me. I looked back at him. He flicked some hair out of his eyes and stared right into mine. I continued to stare back. This felt weird.

"Ingrid," he said, after a few akward minutes.

"Si?"

"You're beautiful." He said that in English.

"I love it when you speak English," I said, hoping that he'd understood.

"Thanks," he laughed. "You speak Spanish really good."

"Oh, thanks," I laughed. "Cuanto Ingles puedes hablar (how much English can you speak)?"

"A little bit," he said. "Pero aveces prefiero hablar Español (but sometimes I prefer speaking Spanish)."

"Okay." I lied back on the matress. Chris did the same. We stared at each other for a few more minutes. His look gave me a sense of comfort. And that comfort lasted for a while.

"Life is better when you're with those you love," I said, in a quiet voice.

"That's true," Chris said.

I smiled. I didn't expect him to hear that, but it was nice. And right now, he was making my life so much better.

CNCO make my life so much better.