Dear Diary

Geranium

Dear Diary,

Here's what happened today.

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Me and Andrés finally reach his house, and when I say his place is luxurious, I mean it's luxurious. It is nearly a mansion! His mom got this all by herself? Impressive.

"Andrés, you never told me you were rich!" I gape at the large house, it's outside is painted a nice, light blue color, and the roof is a light grey. It's window frames, and front door are the same grey color while the garage is an even lighter grey. The lawn is bright green and freshly mowed. Underneath each window was a potted flower or big leafy plant. This home was like a dream.

He rolled his eyes with a grin and a scoff. "We aren't rich, we're just comfortable."

"Literally every rich person says that." The flower that stuck out to me the most was this beautiful, nearly neon, red flower. I had no idea what it was, but it practically spoke to me. "Hey, what flower is this?" I pointed at it.

He whipped around to look at it. "Oh, uh- I don't know? The type should be printed on the pot somewhere." I dropped down into a weird Slavic squat to search for the print. Here it is! It's a Hibiscus flower.

"Ellis, let's get some water. It's hot as hell out here and that walk kind of killed me." He heads towards his front door, searching through his pockets for his house key. When he did eventually find it, he slips it into the lock and turns it

Once it's unlocked, I quickly rush to follow him into the house, making sure not to step on the perfect grass. I would feel bad to even touch the doorknob. I'm going to have to waterfall the water to drink it, it would feel like a sin to have lower middle-class trash like me touch the crystal-clear glass.

I walk beside him to the kitchen, and standing next to the sink is a beautiful woman. She looks similar to him, tan skin, and fairly tall. She has long, curly black hair and brown eyes. Then, she suddenly turns around at the sound of us walking through the kitchen.

Her eyes light up and she rushes to hug Andrés. "Hi, honey. how was school? Did you get out early?" He looked nervous, definitely because we did not get out early.

"Uhh yeah, we did. What about you? Doesn't work end at six? You're a little early..." She playfully ruffles his hair.

"What, do you not want to see me?" She smiles and spins to look at me. I want to be intimidated by her tall stature, but that's nearly impossible when looking at her sweet, chocolate-colored eyes. "And who's this little one, Andrés?" I noticed that she had a heavy accent.

I smiled politely and stuck out my hand. "I'm Ellis. Nice to meet you, ma'am." She swatted away my hand and pulled me in for a hug that quite literally took my breath away from the bone-crushing hold she had around my body.

"No need to be formal, you can call me Stephanie." When she pulled away, I nearly stumbled over, but balanced myself against the wall.

Andrés rolled his eyes and laughed. "Mamá, leave him alone. Also, please don't call him 'little one', that's weird."

She ruffled his hair again and sauntered back to the sink. "Fine, fine. Anyways, nice to meet you, Ellis." She smiled, her teeth just as white and straight as Andrés'. They had the same defined jawline and same high cheekbones, and of course, his jawline was slightly more masculine, but not by much considering his age.

"Happy to meet you too, ma- Stephanie." I gave back a friendly grin. Andrés grabbed a cup and filled it with water from the fridge before doing the same with a second cup for me. I didn't even ask for water. He handed it to me, and I hadn't realized how dehydrated I was until I was sipping the cool water down my dry throat.