"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room
'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true
With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies
Wish I didn't care"
[SEASON TWO-SIX]
miguel diaz x fem!oc
covers by @hellfiresoulss
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PLEASE DONT BE A GHOST READER!!! COMMENT AND VOTE! IT HELPS US WRITERS STAY MOTIVATED:)
the reason i always say "please don't be a ghost reader" it helps me stay motivated because that means people are reading my stuff. and unlike other people, they have so many views on their books and i love to write and it just helps me stay motivated. and i know i unpublish and republish my chapters and i get thats really annoying but its annoying when i see views go up but low on votes
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Johnny stepped out of the convenience store, a couple of plastic bags dangling from his hands, looking smugly satisfied with his successful snack run. He paused on the sidewalk, spotting Robby and Dylan a few feet away, hunched over an old, creased map and Robby's phone. The two were intensely focused, pointing back and forth between the phone screen and the map, trying to make sense of their route in the midday Mexican heat.
A few steps away, Arizona leaned against the wall, arms crossed and foot tapping against the ground. Her gaze was fixed on Robby, and it was anything but friendly. The glare she was giving him would have made most people shrink back, but Robby seemed oblivious as he traced a route on the map.
"All right," Johnny called, tossing a wrapped burrito toward Arizona, who caught it effortlessly, ripping the wrapper and taking a casual bite. "How we looking?"
Robby looked up, tapping a spot on his phone and then matching it to the map in his hands. "I think we've got it pretty close," he said, squinting at the screen. "Looks like it's just a few more miles from here."
"Yeah," Dylan added, his finger trailing along a street on the map. "There's a bunch of bars and restaurants near it, so we should be close. Just need to cut through some neighborhoods to avoid the main roads."
Johnny gave a satisfied nod, but he didn't look fully convinced. Just then, he noticed a man walking down the street and brightened up as an idea struck. "Hey, let's ask that guy. Get some real directions, huh?" he said, strolling up to the man. "Hola!" Johnny greeted with exaggerated confidence, clearly ready to conquer the language barrier.
The man looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow. "¿Habla español?" he asked, crossing his arms and glancing around as if he had somewhere to be.
Johnny blinked, looking momentarily lost. "Huh?"
Arizona let out an exasperated sigh, watching Johnny flounder for a response. She straightened up and stepped forward, gently nudging him out of the way. "Let me handle this," she muttered before turning to the man with a confident nod. "Lo hago. ¿Qué pasa?"
Relieved to finally have someone who understood him, the man pointed toward Johnny's van and Arizona's Jeep parked nearby. "Están en una zona de remolque. Necesito que muevas la camioneta y el auto," he explained, his voice patient but firm as he gestured to the towing zone sign.
