- 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 -

- Cakepop -

"LORENA!!"

I open my eyes to see the twins, Marco and Josue hovering over me. Gosh...what time is it? "¿Hm? ¿Que pasa?" I ask with a tired smile. "¡Pues estaba durmiendo hasta las doses!" Exclaims Marco. "Aye Marco callate. ¿Estas bien hermana?" Josue continues before I can respond. I give Josue a look to which he just rolls his eyes. "Yes, I'm fine, just really tired." I respond with a fake yawn to which both of them just glare. Ever since their fourteenth birthday, they've gotten a wholeee lot of my attitude.

I don't like it.

"Alright, alright, out of my room now." I groan, throwing my head back a little too hard, giving me a headache. The twins just give each other a look. Whatever.

I get up and shove them out the door. They're so frickin mean man. I walk over to the dresser where my handheld mirror lay. I lightly hover over it and almost gasp. What the flip? My hair looks like a man-made nest. I frown but just sigh tiredly. Good gravy.

I walk out and stumble along the hallway, looking for the bathroom door. I open the door and immediately slam it, gagging. "WHAT THE FLIP DAD, LOCK THE DOOR NEXT TIME."

"No." He replies simply in his thick accent. "Okay whatever, hurry up!" I reply.

"Lorena, where's my shoeeeees!?" I hear across the house. She always thinks I take her flippin' clothes, no one wants your attire ugly. "Don't got 'em!" I yell back, sitting on the hard rugged floor. Criss cross apple sauce style. "Lorena! You took my jeans last time. Who's to say you don't got my heels?" She yells back. "I said, I don't got 'em! Wear some other shoes or somethin'." I roll my eyes and jump as my dad slams the door open.

"Jeeesus." I say, holding my chest dramatically. "It's what you get for stealing my shoes!" I hear Milagro yell in the back.

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I give the twins a hug and kiss before leaving. I walk up to my car and hear my phone go off. I smile and put it up on the phone holder I bought from amazon for like 10 bucks. I answer the call and start driving. "Heyyy Taylor." I grin, that grin quickly turning into a groan when I get into traffic. God...why me? "You almost here?" She asks and I lean back in my seat, shaking my head. "Traffic."

"Groaaaan." She says to which I just laugh. How long is this gonna take? I peek out my window, not listening to Taylor's complete yap session. I see police cars and quickly realize: car accident. I sigh, silently pray the person is unharmed, and sit back in my seat again.

"Car accident." I say out loud. Taylor nods and looks around the cafe, shifting her attention to something and smiling. "Alright, call me when you get here Lolo. Byeee." Taylor says, hanging up before I can respond. Ooookay?

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A good 20 minutes have passed and finally, I'm at the cafe. Me and Taylor never go out for coffee, so I'm pretty excited for whatever news or information she has. I open the door, bumping shoulders with some tall dude, jerking me back a bit and watching him continue walking with furrowed brows. What the hell man. I shrug it off and enter the cafe.

Taylor smiles and runs up to me. "EEEEEE! HI LOLO!" She always makes me smile. "Hey TayTay." I joke. She leads me to a booth, sits and calls a waitress over. I notice she put her hair up into a fancy bun this time. How formal. I always admired her hair. Light brown, wavy, and perfect. I've got boring jet black hair. It's not even that long either, barely to the middle of my back. Her's is like to her butt.

Sometimes, I wish I was-

"Sorry for hanging up so abruptly earlier. Friend was here, had to say hi." She interrupts my thought, to which I nod. "Yeah, no problem." I watch her order and just order the same thing, I don't go to Starcurrency frequently. I only get a cake pop when I'm here, which was twice when I was 6.

"Some tall ass dude bumped into me, I look back, the dickhead didn't even apologize!" I tell her as we wait. "Hm. Sucks. Hey, you should've met my other bestie. He's pretty cool, probably would've liked you...you know." She winks, wiggling her brows and making me laugh. "Well is he cute?" I ask. "Definitely your type, hun." She smirks. Ahh. I have a type? "Since when did I have a type?" I ask with a brow raised, quickly shifting my attention to the two Matcha teas with two shots of whatever and a shot of somethin' heading our way.

Taylor takes the drinks and hands one to me. We thank the waitress and nod to her with a smile, turning back to each other. "Anyway, what was that?" She says like a deaf carrot. "I said- forget it."

I take a sip of the matcha and smile. "Holy shit? This is good. What's in it again?"

"Well, ask for it to be made with coconut milk, add two things of brown sugar, two shots of white mocha sauce, and an extra scoop of matcha powder." I think is what she said. Or somethin' like it. I nod and take another sip. "Sooo think about it?" She speaks up after a minute. "Huh?" I reply after a sip of my drink. "My friend? Meet him sometime?" She repeats. "Oh yeah uh...whatever. Mhm." I reply, but to be honest, all I have in my head is the citizenship problems with my papa.

Papi's been struggling to get a green card because of some complications back in Puerto Rico with the...cops and stuff. I mean, he really is doing great. We've been here for a while, 2 years after my older sister Milagro was born, so like...22 years?

"Lo?" Taylor snaps me out of my thoughts. "Shit, my bad." I snap to attention, sitting up and nodding. "What was that?"

"Lo, what's wrong?" She asks, immediately bringing tears to my eyes. This makes her stand up and go sit next to me in the booth, hugging and resting her head on my shoulder. "I...I'm scared Papi and Milagro are gonna get deported." I whisper. "They both weren't born in America, Papi's been in trouble with the feds before, Milagro hasn't even thought about citizenship...ugh I don't know."

Taylor looks at me with sympathy, not making a noise but hugging me tighter. She wipes my tears and kisses my forehead. "Oh Lorena...your family is smart. I know you'll get through this. Bring up the idea to Mila and see how you can help your father. I mean, you're an adult, 19 now. There should be something you can do about this."

I smile and nod. "Thanks."

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Author's Note:
Thank you for reading! Also, I passed my exams, so that's something!

Also, yeah the place is name Starcurrency, not getting copyrighted today. Anyways,

have a good day. :)