it's an OMB fanfic since i don't really see any about it, and an oc x oc (black!fem oc x latino oc) plus i LOVEEEE this series ! and english is NOT my first language
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"ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴀʙʟᴇ. UNBELIEVABLE !„
— "OH MY, GOD MONSE you did nottt !" i gasped as my best friend was telling me about what happened between her and my other best friend.. basically. we were in faceTime together, telling about each other vacations. and we somehow managed to change the principal subject to césar and what happened between these two.
"you guys are unbelievable. UNBELIEVABLE !" i laughed, in complete disbelief. "and nastyyy."
"but please amara, you're the only one i can trust. do not tell to ruby and jamal, the group will.. you know." she asked me, i nodded.
"i know. don't worry about it. your secret is safe with me." i reassured her. she sighed, putting her phone on her nightstand, it was showing the ceiling. "don't you think about it sometimes.. don't you think about saving césar and andrés from the.. you know..?" she then asked me, knowing damn well my answer to that question.
"i think they'll be Santos to death. you should drop the idea." i quickly dismissed the subject. knowing it was a debating question, and the fuel for us to get mad at each other. "but hey, do you remember the night before you and i went to vacation ?" i giggled.
monse took her phone back, chuckling. "yeah, i do." she answered,
because..
"i don't really get what's so fun to watch some drunk people party." i furrowed my brows, as my friends and i were standing on random some "stools", watching some drunks high schoolers partying, making out, etc.. from the other side of the little brick wall which was separating us to them, who were in someone's front garden.
cesar handed us our cans which he stole, while answering my question. "take it in." he said, going on his stool to have a better view on the party. "this is about to be us. this is high school." i sighed.
"yeah i don't know." i retorted, "i think y'all idealizing high school way too much. my brother told me it's shit and probably the worse period in your life." we opened our cans, we drank.
"i think you should stop listening to your emo depressed brother, it'll help you in life." jamal said, and the others agreed. i grumbled. the can content is.. not very good, and visibly i wasn't the only one to think so, since they all had a disgust expression.
"i prefer to listen to a depressed, than a loser who lies to impress teenagers." i argued.
"agree." monse nodded, ruby scoffed i did a middle finger to the boy.
"ruby, you think your brothers gonna marry angelica ?" monse changed the subject, watching mario and his girlfriend french kissing from afar. "no idea. mario tells me jack." he answered.
well.. supa i guess.
jamal chuckled. "what about that time he said angelica has a dangler ?" he reminded us, i laughed along with him. "but he said that."
"in private ! time and place, dude !" ruby exclaimed.
"yo." andrés sneaked next to me, drinking my can off and throwing it behind him straight in the trash. we all greeted him. i put my head on his shoulder, he put his arm around my shoulders.
"oh, guys, check out huerita at nine o'clock." ruby hungrily looked at the fake blond haired girl dancing with her friend, our attention went on her.
"monse and amara if you were girls.." ruby started, my head shots back up at his comment, i gave him a stank look. "we are girls." monse and i said in unison.
"yeah, but if you were a girl like that, would you wear underwear ?"
"ruby the fuck ?" i reacted at the weird question. "can we go home," i whined, nobody minded me. i sucked my teeth at the lack of response. nice.
he pointed the group of football players guys on the corner of the garden,"did you know that last year alone over a quorum of kids... died playing football ?" monse and andrés finished the phrase with him.
"you stuck on repeat. so don't play." césar's twin obviously said.
"i got no choice. my pops was a legend. it's family tradition." he inhaled, "im dead." he exhaled, then stopped watching the people partying with us, hyperventilating and whimpering.
"you're not dead." monse went next to him, cesar too. tired to stand up, i sat on the stool along with andrés, as he was playing with my braids attached in a low ponytail.
"football spiral." césar instructed and jamal spun around.
"you're gonna be okay jamal. CTE is not in your future." the santos twins tried to reassure their stressing friends. jamal was hyperventilating in a very weird position.
"i think you should tell your dad you don't like football—" i was cut by the yelp of ruby who was took by the neck, by one of the santos guys, or whoever he is.
"yeah no, monse, remember what mario said. and you're going back home tomorrow !" i told her, stopping both of us in our reminiscing session.
"oh, because you're not coming tomorrow ?" she raised a brow, i nodded my head. "im coming tomorrow night, yeah."
"oh,anddon't bone monse or amara.. or the two at the same time," mario came back to warn us from doing that kind of shit. in which, when he left we started laughing, mocking his words.
"pfft. who would do that ?" monse laughed that night, i re-quoted what she said. "really ?" i mocked the girl who rolled her eyes.
"ohh shut up." she said, i laughed harder than i was at the start of the conversation.
"it's okay twin. i always knew there was something between you two," i teased.
"like with you and andrés, everyone noticed how much you were close. especially that night, did something happen between you two ?" she teased back with a smirk.
"you see that's exactly your problem," it was my turn to roll my eyes, "girl bye." i hung up the phone.
