AN: Ok so I think by now y'all know Bella is Mexican, so there will be Spanish dialogue in the next chapters. What is said in Spanish is followed by the English dialogue.
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Setting my book down, I look up at Michael. He's sitting right across from me, listening to music. Over the four hours we've been flying, he hasn't said one word. He only said 'hi', when I picked him up from the airport, and 'I'll sit here' when we boarded the jet.
I get that he's mad, but I've apologized many times. He agreed to come along, and I thought that meant that we were ok. But I guess not. I mean we aren't anything official yet. Maybe during dinner with my parents I can make it official? He will have to talk to me then. Yeah he will. I slowly start to close my eyes.
"Wake Bella we're here." an all too familiar voice wakes me.
"Why?"
"Why what?" he shakes me one more time. "Come on, I think your dad came to pick us up." he whispers in my ear. That's my wake call, and I jump up off of my seat.
"Where is he?" I ask.
"Who?" he smiles.
"Really loser? I was having a nice dream too." I pout.
"Dream? Was it about me?" he gets closer to me.
"Maybe?" I flash him a playful smile.
"Come here." he opens his arms, and I shuffle towards him. He wraps his arms around me, and nuzzles his face in my hair. "I can never stay mad at you." he whispers. I sigh in relief. Thank god he's not mad anymore.
"Can we go now." I say into his chest. He nods, and I pull away. "Come, we have an hour drive before you can meet my parents."
"An hour drive?" he exclaims.
"Yes babe an hour drive." I begin to walk to the exit, but he tugs on my arm.
"Did you just call me babe." he smirks.
"I might have." he kisses my forehead, and leads us out of the jet. Our car for our drive is waiting, and I'm glad Angie got us an SUV. I've brought one too many suitcases. And a small car wouldn't have worked.
"So an hour drive." Michael says again. Jesus is this how it's going to be the whole drive? Because if it is, then I can't do this.
An hour and half later we arrive at my parents house, well it's more of a mansion I had made for them. It's not that expensive to build a house here. They deserve this house, they've worked their asses off to get me where I am today, this house is the least I can do for them.
"This is your parents house?" Michael says in disbelief.
"Yup."
"What does your dad do for a living?" I turn to look at him, and he's gaping at the house.
"He took good care of me, and raised me right." I smile.
"Wait, you bought it for them?" he turns to to look at me.
"No, I paid for it to be built." I look at the house. Now looking at the house, maybe people here in the pueblo think they are drug dealers. No one here has a house like this. But then again they've never said anything about.
"You're a good daughter you know?" he smiles, as he takes my hand in his. I guess I am, but they deserve more than this house, they deserve an island. Maybe even two islands.
"My parents are waiting for us, come." I open the door, and clamber out.
He follows behind me as we head for the front door. Michael reaches for my hand, and I immediately know he's nervous. His palms are a bit sweaty, and I can feel him tense. Why is everyone so nervous about meeting my family?
As I'm about to knock, I hear a car pull up. Michael turns before me, and tugs on my hand making me turn around. I see my brother, followed by a girl and my little sister get out of the SUV. Well at least we all get to go inside together, that should ease some pressure off Michael.
"Hot shot" my brother shouts. I can already see it, him calling me hot shot all through this damn vacation. That's what I get for doing what I do. Michael turns to look at me, almost asking if he's my brother. I nod, and he smiles towards their direction.
"Hey loser." I give my brother a hug once they've reached the front door. "This Michael, Michael this is my brother Kevin." I introduce them to each other, and they shake hands.
"So this is your new boyfriend?" Kevin asks me.
"We're working on that." Michael answers for me. I mentally thank him for that.
"Is that actor Isabella Lopez? The one who has worked with Chris Evan multiple times?" I can feel Michael tense as my little sister mentions his name.
"Yeah that's me." I dramatically flip my hair, and look down at her. "Come here you." I bring her in for a hug. "It's so nice to see you Nikki." I hug her tight.
"Ok, ok. Who's this sexy guy." she eyes Michael.
"This sexy guy is Michael." I look over at him, and he extends his hand out to shake my sister's hand, but she pulls him into a hug.
"Ok, little Miss. Friendliness." I step in between them. I don't know what came over me, but seeing someone touching Michael, pissed me off. It shouldn't, because she's my sister, but I know her ways. Maybe that's why I did it.
"God Bella will you relax. I'm just hugging him." she smiles towards Michael, and I roll my eyes. Maybe she shouldn't have came.
Michael laces our fingers, and for some strange reason, I feel myself become calmer. Having him by my side, makes me calm, relaxed, and happy. His red hair is bright under the sun, and his eyes are greener.
"Aye dios mio, ya llegaron."(Oh my god, you're here) My mom says startling me, and Michael from behind us. I turn around, and her eyes are on Michael, then on me. Oh no. She's judging him. Fuck that's the last thing I wanted her to do.
"Mami, it's nice to see you." her eyes snap to mine, and she smiles.
"Mija, it's nice to see you too." she pulls me into a hug. "Vamos a hablar de este muchacho." (We're going to talk about this guy.)she whispers in my ear. Fuck.
"Si mami." I nod. The fact that she wants to talk about Michael isn't a good thing, or it might be.
"Mucho gusto señoría, yo soy Michael." (Nice to meet you ma'am I'm Michael) Michael surprises me, and by the looks of it he surprises my mom too by speaking spanish. What the fuck. I turn to look at him, and he winks at me. When did he learn to speak it? I've never spoken it around him, so he couldn't have learned it from me. Maybe he took some spanish classes?
"Hola, pasen, pasen." (Hi, come in, come in.) My mom steps inside the house to let us in. I look over at Michael, and he's grinning at me. He has some explaining to do.
"You're dad is out back grilling." Michael, and I begin to laugh. My brother punches my shoulder lightly, and I stop laughing.
"Ok ma, we'll be right out after a shower." I pull Michael up the stairs and into my room.
Everything is still how I left it, the last time I was here. My bedspread hasn't been changed. Mhm. I thought my mom would change that. She's always looking for something to do.
"So that shower you said." Michael takes his shirt off, and I look away.
"Let me show you to your room." I walk back to the door.
"Wait I'm not going to sleep here with you?" he questions. I shake my head.
"No, here's the thing. I would let you, but my parents are very old fashioned." I try to explain to him. Even though there is no use, because he's going to see how my dad is. As I'm about to speak again, there is commotion outside. He puts his shirt back on, and takes my hand.
I stand frozen at the top of the stairs. Who in the hell in invited them? I see my brother hug him tightly. This was supposed to be a family gathering. Who told Nathan? I see Michael head downstairs, and he looks up at me. "Come down" he mouths. I do, and Nathan's eyes are on me as I do.
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Hey y'all!! I'm so sorry I haven't updated, but I will be posting another chapter after this one.. So double update!!
