bapa: from here to eternity

chapter 49: tired

Bose POV:

I sat on the couch, finally able to breathe after Miles came by an hour ago to pick up Blaise's sisters. The apartment was eerily quiet now, and I didn't mind it. I loved hanging out with them, but after hours of nonstop energy, I was ready to relax. I glanced at the clock—just past 11pm—and let out a long sigh, sinking deeper into the couch.

The door clicked open, and I turned to see Chapa walk in. She looked tired, but there was a slight smirk on her face. "Hey," I called out, leaning back. "Miles picked them up about an hour ago. You should've seen the way they were still hyped up. Glad I didn't have to deal with bedtime."

Chapa let out a relieved breath. "Thank god," she said, kicking off her shoes. "How are you still functioning?"

"Barely," I grinned.

She walked over to me and plopped down on the couch, resting her head on my shoulder. "So, how was your night?" I asked, looking down at her. I could feel her relax a little more against me.

She groaned softly. "I was with Mika... and Andrew." She sounded tired just from saying his name.

I chuckled. "Oh boy. And how did that go?"

She looked up at me, "To be honest, it wasn't as bad as I expected. By the way, did you know Andrew is half-Spanish. Cause Mika and I just found out."

I nodded. "Yeah, although he doesn't really talk about it."

She shook her head, smiling slightly. "He does have something Spanish about him, though."

I laughed. "I used to tell him that he kinda looks like Prince Naveen from The Princess and the Frog, doesn't he?"

Her eyes widened a bit, and then she chuckled, sitting up. "Wait, you think so?"

I grinned. "Yeah, I mean, come on. He's got that whole charming, slightly cocky prince vibe. Don't tell Mika I said that."

Chapa snorted. "Yeah, I see it now." She leaned back into me, her tone shifting as she added,

I grinned down at her. "Alright, so if Andrew's Prince Naveen, which prince do I look like?"

Chapa didn't even hesitate, the words spilling out with a sly grin. "The Beast from Beauty and the Beast."

I blinked, sitting up straighter. "The Beast?!"

She laughed, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Yeah, what? It's not an insult, you know."

"Uh, kinda feels like one," I shot back, crossing my arms in mock offense. "The guy's literally a giant furry monster."

Chapa rolled her eyes, still giggling. She shifted so she was sitting up, facing me properly. "No, no! I mean the human version of the Beast," she explained, her voice softening. "You know, the prince he turns into? If he had brown hair, instead of auburn, you'd totally look like him."

I raised an eyebrow, my faux offense melting away as I tried to picture it. "The human Beast?"

She nodded eagerly. "Yeah, with the whole muscled, tall, long hair thing you've got going on. Just, you're nicer than him."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, the image slowly forming in my mind. "Alright, I'll take that. The human Beast. Better than a furry one, I guess."

She smiled, then leaned in closer, her fingers gently brushing a lock of my hair. "You do have pretty nice hair, just like the human beast."

I smirked, leaning in slightly too. "You think so? Maybe I should dye it auburn. Really complete the look."

She tilted her head, pretending to think about it for a second before laughing. "No, no, please no, I like you just the way you are now. No auburn hair needed."