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queen B.

Tuesday.

It was now the day after, I groaned as my curtain was opened suddenly and I was being poked in the side. My arm covers my eyes so I wouldn't be blinded by the light.

"What?" I sigh as the pokes don't stop.

"Can you make us some pancakes?" I look up to see Cal grinning and stops poking me.

"Fine," I climbed out of the bunk and went into the bathroom and splashed my face with water. Then going to the kitchen and grabbed the things I needed.

"Hey, baby," Cal called out as he watched some soccer game on the tv. "Are they ready?"

"Nope," I roll my eyes. Cal and I have gotten a little distant. We haven't had much time to spend together, he's been doing his own thing and I have been doing my own thing. I just hope that we don't grow distant enough to where we break up.

I continued to stack pancakes on a plate, the smell of the pancakes filling the bus. We had parked in an empty check point stop and Jimmy had came and helped me cook. I didn't ask, he offered and I gladly took that offer.

"I'm serious! I was Beyoncé's backup dancer," he exclaimed and my laughter got harder.

"I don't believe you," I flipped a pancake onto the plate.

"Look," he took out his phone and showed me a picture of him dancing behind Queen B.

"That's photoshopped," I rolled my eyes playfully, not wanting to believe his words.

"Fine, don't believe me, but it's real," he laughed. I rolled my eyes playfully before calling the guys and telling them to grab their pancakes.

They came, grabbed their food, and left. No words, no 'thanks' or 'thank yous'.

"Ungrateful little fucks," I roll my eyes. I finished up the batter, Jimmy and I sat at the table and ate or breakfast. Jimmy's funny, he tells me anout his experience with Beyoncè and also talks about his children.

"2 girls and 3 boys," he smiles proudly. He showed me a picture of his kids and they're so adorable. The girls were twins, age 6, he had a new born baby boy but the boy is now 6 months. The 2 other boys were 7 and 9.

He went on to tell me how his oldest almost didn't make it. That they boy was born premature and he wasn't fully developed yet. The doctors had told him and his wife that he probably wasn't going to make it.

"It was horrible, thinking that our first child wouldn't have made it," he sighed and looked down at his pancakes sadly. "He was so tiny, his little body was the size of my hand," he looked at his hand.

"What happened?"

"Right when he was born, they took him away, we never got to hold him." Jimmy wiped away a tear that had fallen. "He had to stay in this incubator thing and stayed in the hospital."

It was sad to hear things like this, I always had a fear of these types of things happening to me and my children.

"There was some miracle, the doctor told us that he was growing and becoming healthy. We got to take him home the day he was supposed to be born," a small smile appeared on his face.

"Is he okay now?"

"Yeah, he's healthy, plays sports and helps his mom around the house and caring for his younger siblings," he nods.

"Well I'm glad that everything worked out, you're lucky," I smiled. We finished our food, Jimmy thanked me and I thanked him, he went to the driver's seat and got back on the road.

I cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes that the boys just dumped in the sink. I got out my laptop and started working on my homework. I had a project along with an essay that I have to finish. I put on my headphones, classical music played, and I got into my homework mode.

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"Lupe," I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up fromy laptop to see Cal grinning at me.

"Can I help you?" I rolled my eyes and focus back on my laptop screen.

"Can you fix the playstation?"

"No."

"Please."

"No, I'm busy," I rolled my eyes again.

"Pretty please," he pouts.

"Putting 'pretty' in front of 'please' isn't going to change anything, not even if you put a cherry on top," I snap. He doesn't open his mouth and stomps away with her arms crossed and I rolled my eyes for the third time.

-

I finally finished my project and my paper and turned it in. I had checked the time to see that it was already 3 in the morning. I groan and stretched my limbs. I grabbed my things and made my way to my bunk.

"Hey, Lupe," I heard a whisper as I climbed into the bunk.

"Yeah?" I whisper back, getting comfy.

"I'm sorry we haven't spent much time together," Cal mumbles.

"It's whatever," I stare up.

"I will make it up to you."

"Goodnight, Cal," I mumble.

"Goodnight, baby."

A/N: short, filler, sucks, I know but give it some love I guess c: