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 !„
— " AND THAT'S HOW WE arrived at this point of the story," for thirty minutes, jamal ranted everything that happened while i was in the flight back from jamaica to California, and i was listening to the drama, the whole time, eating that shit up. since, it was super rare for us to have a very serious argument, since everyone's in the group's pretty chill. but monse who's known to be more.. rigid.
honestly, i loveee listening to jamal speaking my ear off for hours usually. i could hear a hundred of his stories, real or not, imaginary or not, legendary or not.. but today.. after the long ass flight i had, and the time i landed back in california.. i'd rather pass his stories. it was like listening to a non-interesting podcast.
so listening to him was like a background noise, in my headset. i don't know if i was going crazy or nah, but i was hearing something similar to my name—"..amara, AMARA ?!" jamal yelled, startling me.
oh right. i'm on the phone.
"oh !" jamal scoffed, i could picture him doing a dramatic face, with a hand on his chest. "girl, i'm like a background noise, when i'm literally trying to entertain you !" he dramatically said, "you ungrateful little girl." he scoffed again.
"sorry, jamal i'm so tired. i didn't even realized where i was and with who, until you called me." i excused myself, i heard the boy huff from the other side of the line. "i'm tired, send me messages about the—" the notifications of césar's and monse messages were already blowing my phone off, making me sigh.
"i'll call you later." i whined to my friend then hung up the phone without letting him the time to answer.
i took the time to answer to my other messages, i deal with their shit later. and left the messages of my friends for later.
andrés 🫂- jamal told me u came back from Jamaica, hope u good
amara ♡︎ - si i'm good, i hope you had good vacations too ^^
"can you PUH-LEASE listen to ME ?!" jamal pull his hair.. that he doesn't have, of course. " and get off that damn phone !"
i put my phone on my lap. "im all ears." i said, and he retake everything. so yesterday, monse came back from the writing camp, right ? and basically jamal and ruby weren't friends with cesar, BECAUSE apparently he said something inappropriate about monse, but from his side of the story, he was doing it to protect her, or whatever. AND from jamal's and ruby sides, he was doing that to impress Oscar - Spooky - who got out of prison, not so long ago.
are y'all staying with me ?
so, i continue. everything got fast yesterday. monse "blackmailed" -words of my dear friend- jamal who's making believe his father that he's doing football, into telling her what cesar said, or she'll tell his father that his son's lying about football. spoilers ? he spilled the tea at the deception of ruby.
monse went to fight césar, bla-bla-bla, she yelled on jamal and ruby, bla-bla-bla.. and now, he told me to come at ruby's. but SINCE i came back late yesterday, he was rushing me to get ready quickly and get to ruby's quickly.
sigh. i'm so sick of their stupid arguments.
"jamal, im coming ugh. and its the nth time you're telling me about this stuff." i quickly put my shoes on.
"yeah come fast," ruby took jamal's phone to rush me more. "shut up." i hung up the phone, and right at this time.
CÉSAR🤞🏾CALL INCOMING
these people i swear to God— "what césar ?!" i picked up the phone, can't they manage their problems like big persons.
"woah, calm down." he jokingly said, "you came back and didn't even tell me, that's not nice." oh never mind, he didn't call me for that shit. i sighed in relief. "if it wasn't my twin telling me you were back, i wouldn't know."
"sorry i was.. occupied." i justified myself. occupied with jamal calls, and ruby's whines too.
"nah, it's okay. but i wanted to tell you about monse—" "im done, bye." i hung up the phone, sighing frustratedly. and i was thinking he was calling me for something more pertinent ?
i arrived at ruby's, and on the other sidewalk, i could see monse bored to death, while jasmine showed her a choreography. our eyes met and we smiled, i waved at her, before entering ruby's house where he was sitting in front with jamal. watching the scene between monse and jasmine in front of them.
jamal scoffed. "uh. a newcomer."
i frowned, "what are you drinking ? what's even in the sacks ?" i curiously asked.
"not your problem." ruby ironically said, i rolled my eyes taking a seat next to jamal.
we stayed together for an hour, telling each other about what we did during these vacations, and ruby was telling me about his room problems, making me laugh. after a while, monse crossed the road to talk to us. she leaned on ruby's little house barrier, "hey."
"hey." we greeted each other, awkwardly. "so.. i'm cool if you're cool. and i hope you came safely," she said. "yeah, completely !" we smiled at each other. jamal and ruby shared a look. "im cool." ruby shrugged, "im cool jamal," answered positively too.
"cool. what's in the sacks ?"
"forties." "gatorade." the boys simultaneously answered, jamal made a face at ruby's answer. monse chuckled.
"i'll see you tomorrow." she said, before leaving.
"oh see now, you cool. i don't need to stay anymore." i stood up my chair.
"ay where are you going ?!" ruby stood up from his seat. i showed the little boy my palm, "not your problem rubito. bye."
i forgot my headphones.fuck. and i'm bored, so i walked to the annoying sounds of cars and the people from the streets, which today, were calmer than usual. unconsciously i ended up.. somewhere ?
