𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝟏𝟓

𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀

|Atlanta, Georgia|

|October 5th, 2022|
|2:31 PM|

After what Mookie told me, I addressed it to Leah, which she sadly admitted was true but she regretted it. I still have no desires to talk her, or let alone, look at her.

So, I left.

When I said that I wanted to take a break, Leah was crying and begging for me not to go the whole time I packed some clothes for the next few days. I wasn't tryin' to hear that though—I heard enough.

I've been staying over at my parents' house for the most part. My sister, Elise, wants to fight her, but I told her to not worry about it and let it go. She and everybody else want me to get a DNA to see if that's really my child, which I'm leaning towards to more by the day.

I'm at my studio editing pictures. I'm still upset about the situation with it being fresh on my mind. Wanting to forget about it, I continued to work hard on my photography, spending hours in here.

Mookie has been blowing up my phone, but I've been ignoring it due to me still being hurt. How could he do that? I know that he was tryin' to protect my feelings, but does he realize that it hurt even more that he kept something as big as that away from me?

Masai is the only one I've been consistently texting these days. He's been asking me if I'm okay, or do I need to come see him. I've been actually seeing him a lot more, coming over to hangout or take him out to some places like dinner or the movies.

Anyways after I'm through with my time at the studio, I pack up for the day, lock up the doors, and head out.

As I'm driving on the road, having my music blaring, I get a call from Masai. I tap the green pickup call on the Bluetooth radio screen. "Hey, Masai," I greeted, smiling a bit.

"Hey, Andrés, sweets. What are you up to?"

"Just getting outta the studio and headed back to my parents' house," I answered. "What about you?"

"Doing a lil' grocery shopping. My refrigerator was getting a lil' bit too empty." Then he starts to sigh dramatically over the phone. "I miss you... it's been very lonely."

"You just saw me not too long ago, Masai," I laughed. "You must want me to come over or some?"

"Yes, I actually do want you to come over," he says too quickly. "Eight sounds good?"

"Yep. I'll bring over my mom's plate too since you want to try her food."

"That sounds good. See you then, Papí!" He says before abruptly hanging up the phone.

Shaking my head, I laugh to myself. Masai always knows how to make me feel better.

♡ ♡ ♡

I'm zoned out, barely paying attention to what Masai is telling me. Yeah, I'm still down about what happened, but all I'm staring at is his full lips.

Everything about him is perfect. From his pearly white smile, clear skin, and his petite body—down to how he is as a whole. To be honest, I'm always distracted when looking at him.

"What's wrong, Andrés?" Masai softly ask me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

He has a concerning expression on his face. He really is worried. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. It's just about Mookie, my relationship—pretty much everything."