Emilia's POV
"I can't believe you met when my mom treated you in Afghanistan. What was your injury?" Alex gasped in amazement to Max. We were finally having dinner and meeting him properly.
"I got shot in the face." Max said nonchalantly.
"Dang!" Alex exclaimed.
"A tequila shot." Mom clarified.
"But it really burned. And it got my shirt all wet." Max explained further.
"My hero." Abuelita gushed.
"Thank you, Lydia. If you were my medic, I would've faked an injury." Max says charming Abuelita.
"Stop it, Max. Just kidding. Don't." Abuelita says chuckling.
"You're so handsome... like if Bradley Cooper was stuck in a gym for a year, with nothing to eat but hotness pills." I say dreamily. Amazed at how handsome and charming the man is.
"Yeah. Even though you are the embodiment of the alpha male, which normally I find... bleh. Looking at you up close with your chiseled features and your blue-green eyes with speckles of gold... I get it." Elena says from next to me.
"I like it here." Max says happily to mom.
"Okay. Can my mother and my daughters please stop trying to seduce my boyfriend?" Mom says jokingly taking our plates away. With that us kids disband for the night while mom and Abuelita clean up and say goodbye to Max.
The day after I had school and work. I asked Josh about his thoughts on the final dress I picked for homecoming. Once again he just shrugged and said he'd get to looking at shirts to match.
His unenthusiastic responses have really been taking a toll on me. He used to be so excited about everything we did together and I'm scared of what could happen if our relationship falls into a lull.
All the feelings involving my papi were here again. Josh and his charismatic personality are the perfect distraction. But I don't know how to ask for help without sounding so demanding and clingy.
Trying to soothe the ever present feeling of nervousness, I take a deep breath. But it does little to help me.
Later at work Jesse and I got to talking and he must have noticed my mood.
"Hey... everything okay? You seem a little down." He asked cautiously.
"Yeah it's fine... just some home stuff." I admit lightly, trying to not make a big deal.
"I'm sorry to hear that. If you ever wanna talk I'm here to listen." He says.
"That's the thing. There's nothing to talk about, because I honestly don't even know what I'm feeling." I say with a huff.
"Hmm... have you tried journaling?" He asked leaning in closer. I shake my head no and furrow my brows.
"I think it can help. After my mom died my therapist recommended it. Says it's easier to read it back from an outside perspective."
"I do like to write... it won't hurt to try. Did it help? Therapy I mean." I asked next. Remembering my conversation with mom this is my first time thinking about therapy.
"Yeah it did! Someone who has all these tools to help you understand yourself and your emotions. A completely neutral opinion on everything. It's refreshing." He explained. We sit silently for a moment while I stew on the thought. I am then distracted when I get a notification in my email.
"Dang it! The homecoming dress I ordered is out of stock." I exclaim seeing the refund notification. I really liked that dress.
"The pink one?" Jesse asked in clarification.
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The Days of Emilia
ChickLitEmilia Alvarez is the younger twin sister to Elena Alvarez. They are as close as twins can be. The two are opposites in some ways, but find common interest in other things as well. Sometimes living with a younger brother, mom, and Abulita can get a...
