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Miguel enters the bathroom, taken back by your angry low voice.
"I'm so mad at you right now."
"What??!" Miguel asks loudly, confused with your obvious anger towards him.
"Shh, be quiet we're at your mom's house." He blinks, looking like a confused puppy.
"What did I do?"
"You freaking told your mom. 'Ama, Y/N's still hungry. Can you make her some more food?' " You repeat what Miguel said earlier to his mom, Wendy, in a mocking voice.
"Is there something wrong with that?"
"Yes!"
"What?!"
"Why would you tell her I'm so hungry? When I'm not. Making me look like a fat ass." You whisper yell, putting chapstick on your crusty lips.
"Okay, mamita, number 1, you don't eat much, which concerns me and are you hungry still?"
"No I don't."
"Are you still hungry?"
"No, but why did you have to tell her?" You look at him, putting the cap on the chapstick.
"Ma, at home your not gonna want to eat, just eat here, mom already made food."
"No! Why did you tell her?"
"Am I lying? Do you want me to put to my mom? Be like yeah, Y/N eats plenty at home." He says, in a deep voice.
"I mean no, but now I-"
"You want me to lie to my mom?"
"No you make me look like a fat ass."
"Honey, it's fine, mom accepts you for who you are. You look beautiful, okay? Your not- Your not- you know I can't lie to my mom. I'm sorry." He leaves the bathroom, leaving you to put your hands on your head.
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Another short chapter, enjoy! This chapter and the one before are inspired by Andy.and.michelle on YouTube/TikTok.
