Spansih—after a while—decided to get up. He went over to his bag and pulled out his journal. He dragged himself to the desk.
He began to write. I just cajnt take this anymore. I cant keep living like this. Fucking Tim, I hate him so much. He continued on writing, getting progressively angrier. As he continued writing, he began to tear up. God damn it! Tim will absolutely regret fucking with me. He will pay for what he's done to me.
After a while, he had finihsed writing. He ttook a shaky breath and set his pen down. He llokked bakc down at his anxious writings and then realized what he needed to do.
***
It had been a couple of weeks or so since SPanish got absolutely destoryed by Tim(lol). He had been studying for his new job every single day for hours and hours since then.
Fluebntly walked into his room and saw Spanosnh sitting at the desk. Fluently walked over and noticed that he was in the zone studying.
"Hey–uh–what're ya doing?" Fleuntly askesd.
Spansish didn;t evebn look up. "Studying."
Wow FLiuently thought, I never knew that he was actually capabale of sitting down and getting stuff done.
"Actually? Never knew you was one for studying." Fluently responded, kind of shocked.
Spansihs looked up and over and FLuently. He raised his eyebrown and pursesd his lipss. "Well, yeah,"
Fluently shrugged. "Back in high school you literally failed like every dang class, dude." He continued, "Cause you was never doing any homework or anything."
"Haha, thats true."
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Now that it was time to start preparing dinner, SPnaoish went downstairs to te kitchem. He cooly walkwd in the room, ignoring Tim;s presence. Tim scowled at SPnasihs. Spainsh ignored him.
He walked over to Zaroff and Lewis to help wigth their nightly dutiesd.
Lewis was reaching for glasses form the cabinet. He noticed spnaish walke over and looked over. He smiled.
Spabusg broke eye contact with him, slightly embarrassed.
SPnaish decided to stand to the side of Zarofff intentionally putting him in between himself and lewis. He wasnt sure how he felt about lewis. He shook it off and started helping them set the table.
Later, after dinner, Tim told PSanish thta he had to do the dishes. He didnt want to get the shit beat out of him again, so he complied.
He meticulously scrubbed the dishes. He was so focused on trying not to screw this up for himself. He cant disappoint tim again—not that he really cares—but he just didnt want to get hit again.
He kept thinking—although not about anything in particular—until Lewis crossed his mind. He had been thinking about lewis a lot in the past few weeks. He wasnt really sure why, but he was kind of drawn to him.
Spanish continued to think about Lewis.
Lewis walked into the kitchen and noticed spnaish just standing there.
He walked over to Spnaish and got behind him. "Hey, um..." Lewis cautiously said. "Uh, SPnanish? Hey..."
Spanish diddnt notice.
Lewis tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped. Spanish looked over his shoulder, startled.
"Oh, ah, um, Lewis?" He bit his lip. "What...do you, uh, need something?"
