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1. Hijo: Son

~Indelicato~

I woke up to my best friends going crazy on my bed.

Alejandro was jumping right beside my head and Dante, in the space between my legs.

"Get up! Get up!" Both of them screamed repeatedly.

"What the fuck, guys? You'll seriously injure me." I told them, my voice hoarse from sleep.

"Get your ass up, birthday boy," Alejandro said, still jumping up and down.

I moved, trying to get my head away from his legs, and doing this, my bed dipped on Ale's side and he lost his balance.

I turned my body around, in order to brace myself from his body but ended up hitting Dante's legs.

Everything resulted in me getting hurt. First Ale's head hit my chest and then Dante hit me in the balls.

"Ow! Fuck!" I said through gritted teeth as both of them doubled up in laughter.

"Uh...you can take it as a birthday present, Adrian," Dante said.

"Yeah, a gift of not being able to make a girl pregnant. It's a contraceptive measure of a kind." Ale said and Dante burst into laughter.

I just chuckled.

They do not sound like 17-year-olds at all...

Alejandro Bautista has been my best friend since the age of 6. I met him when my dad and his dad, signed a business contract.

Dante Mauricio, my cousin, has been living with me since his parent's death, which took place 4 years ago.

Both of them, together, constitute a very important part of my life.

I threw on a pajama and sat on the bed and they started asking me questions.

"So, what are you going to do today?" Dante asked.

"Well, I don't know. We'll go out, eat and then we can head together to the gym." I shrugged.

"Trash that, what are you asking from Uncle Sev, as a gift?" He asked.

"I can't think of anything... I mean, I have everything in my life."

"No bro, there is one thing you don't," Ale said, with a shake of his head.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"You don't have a normal life, Adrian." He said.

"What is your definition of a normal life?" I asked him, confused.

"School."

Well, I had nothing to say about that. I have never actually gone to a school.