"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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The past 13 years ago:
"Valentina, Mr. Capo and his children are coming over again. Do you remember the rules I told you to follow?" my dad asks as I look up at him.
I nod in excitement.
The rules were only necessary on the first day we met; funny enough, these guys were so cool!
Demetrius was super calming to be around and would listen to me talk for hours!
Mateo was annoying, but I can tolerate him.Dad's rules were: always smile, be silent, and sit still. The triple S, which for me was triple homicide.
My tutor taught me that word; she's cool.
I wish she was my mom; my mom is mean when she doesn't get her way.
I giggle as the door rings.
I used to be so scared of the door because Dad's mean friends would come. They would say mean things, but I don't care.
I open the door, and in front are the big boys and their ginger friend. He was much older than the boys, which was reflected by his body posture. The ginger man had a really sweet smile too.
"Demetrius!" I beam.
The sudden sadness in his eyes disappears, and his eyes smile.
Behind them was a scary man.
He had big arms like my dad but much more facial hair.
He looked scarier than my dad.
"Good morning, Miss Garcia," Mateo mumbles.
He doesn't look me in the eyes. I'm used to his distance. They walk in, and my father greets them. Suddenly, a pretty woman is in the picture. Her eyes are two different colors; she has heterochromia (my cool teacher taught me that) like Mateo.
She walks in and pats my head, and all the adults leave.
"You're quite smart for a six-year-old, you know," Mateo comments.
Someone give me a cap for being so cool. Mateo was sixteen, whereas Demetrius was fifteen; however, they act like little babies around me. Around the adults, they acted differently. Distant and cold.
Mateo talks about his new school he will soon go to. He said he will be living there. I don't know why he would want to do that. Boarding schools sound boring. Demetrius doesn't comment and seems off.
Demetrius's stomach grumbles, and I run to the kitchen and throw my leftover McDonald's chicken nuggets at him.
"You didn't need to throw it, Val," he rolls his eyes.
So sassy, these moody teenage boys!
"These nuggets are really nice. I've never had McDonald's before," he wonders. My eyes widen. McDonald's is amazing on a whole other level. You get toys and decent food.
