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𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

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"Alright we came just in time to give you what you needed" dad said looking through his bag

i scrunched my face. "dad i have everything in my suitcase already. we already did that back at home" i said motioning towards the big pink suitcase

"yes but there's more to it" he said.

he almost looked concerned. my mother put on the nervous look again with that forced smile.

"Hey honey could i talk you for a moment?" she said placing her hand on my shoulder

i squinted my eyes

"what is all this about? what did y'all do?" i questioned

"here look. just come with me for a moment"

she guided me to a open space next to the bathrooms.

"okay so you and i both know your father is very stubborn"

"mhmmm..." i slowly nodded my head

"and you know..., i had to persuade him some how. right?"

"yeaaah"

"so we agreed that yes, you will be going. just not by yourself"

i huffed

"mom if you wanted to come with me you could've just said that. i don't mind any one of you coming with me. just because i'm 18 doesn't mean parents aren't allowed" i shrugged

those silly gooses.

"honey that's not what i'm saying." she sounded more stern and less sweet like.

just then a noticed a long haired tarzan looking dude talking to my father.

"mom. who's dad talking too?" i said looking at the two men.

"that's where i'm trying to get at y/n" she said looking me dead in the eye.

"that's miguel sweetie. wendy's son." she informed

"your dad believes you would do well with someone there to help and protect you. especially someone your age."

i stared blankly at the two men talking, not really focusing on what my mother just told me. there's no way miguel is going to be with me throughout this trip.

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