DEVUÉLVEME MI CORAZÓN(Joel Pimentel/CNCO)

Chapter 44: Misinterpreted...or nah?

-Jade-

" look, I really can't bear to be without you. But...at the same time you make me worry that I'm making the same mistake again, like with Sebastian...." I looked down.

"But—" He began.

"But that's the thing, I know you aren't like Sebastian. That you won't keep things from me that'll hurt our relationship, right?" I looked up.

He hesitated, and then nodded as a grin came to his lips.

He ran towards me, enveloped me in his arms and then picked me up.

"Joel...I can't... breathe..." I choked out.

"Oops sorry, Biscocho!"He loosened his grip on me.

The truest of smiles played on his lips, spreading from ear to ear as he reached down to my sides, searching for my hands, and then intertwining our fingers together.

"I really don't know what the future holds, I don't know if when the sun comes up tomorrow you'll still feel the same way...or if you'll have changed your mind. Pero mi Biscocho, you must be aware of one thing : I will do whatever it takes to not let that happen. " His beautiful dark eyes, ever so sincere, mesmerized me.

I just wanted to stay here, with our fingers intertwined, just listening to him, with a grin plastered on my face.

"That won't happen, tontito." I promised, but as I did so, we heard keys going into the lock of the front door, my eyes widened in disbelief.

"JADE! WE'RE HOME!" I heard my mother holler from downstairs.

"That's not how you get a teenager's attention, stand back and watch the master at work." I heard my dad tell my mother.

"Damn it Joel, you can't be here." I whispered/yelled at Joel.

"MIJA WE GOT FOOD!" Hollered my father.

"HOLA, YA VOY, I'M FACE-TIMING ABUELA MAGADA RIGHT NOW!" I yelled from upstairs.

Abuela Magdalena was my mother's mother. Also known as the reason why we'd gotten banned from McDonald's, after she'd sue the fast food restaurant for denying her a coffee refill, arguing they were ripping her off for a , "Pinche crappy cup of coffee".

"What if we just go downstairs and tell them...about us?" Joel suggested, as I rummaged through my closet in search of a dark cloak to hide him.

"Oh and then what, do we also tell them you've actually been here all day in my room, while they were gone?"

"No, pero I'm sure they'll understand." Joel smiled optimistically.

"They won't. Now put this on while I go downstairs, and distract them. Only if and only if I text you that's it's okay to get out, will you get out. Otherwise—" I took a deep breath, "—Don't make the slightest noise and stay here until I get back."

"But what if I have to pee?" He asked, putting on the cloak.

"Hold it in."

"Are you serious?" He asked in disbelief.

"Okay fine, you can use the purple bucket, Joel Potter."

"How kind of you,Biscocho." He rolled his eyes playfully.

"JADE, TELL MAGDA YOU'LL BE SEEING HER FOR CHRISTMAS!" My mother's voice pierced through my ears.