A Toda Madre O Un Desmadre (A Blood In Blood Out Fanfiction)

Five

"Are you ready?" Cruz asked.

"No." I replied.

Paco just laughed as he held onto me. I could feel the vibrations of his chest and I couldn't help but glance down and smile at him. He noticed and smirked in return.

"Ohhh that's perfect! Don't move!" Cruz said as he prepared to capture the moment. 

"I wouldn't dream of moving" Paco whispered so that only I could hear him. I blushed.

"Alright on 3. 1...2...3" I hear the camera click.

"Did you get it?" Paco asked his brother. 

"Yeah. See that wasn't so bad, was it?" Cruz asked.

He had just taken the picture of Paco and me for the painting he wanted to do. Cruz had asked us to pose for him in what he thought was the perfect pose to display the emotion he wanted to convey in his painting. Paco was currently holding me up with his arms wrapped around my waist and was looking up at me. In return, I had my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, looking down at him. 

Damn the things we do for Cruzito. I love him, he's one of my best friends, and I'm always happy to help, but I really don't understand how Cruz got me to agree to this. 

"Okay thanks guys!" Cruz said already walking away. 

"You can put me down now, Paco" 

"What if I don't want to?"

"Well your arms might get tired" I respond.

"Eventually they might, but right now I feel fine. What about you, ruca?" he asks. 

"I feel-" is all I can say before I start overthinking the situation. 

Should I ask him about the other day? Fuck I don't know. Paco's looking at me waiting for an answer. I bite my lip. He smirks. Damn him and his smirk.

"Ay ruca you have no idea what you do to me" he says more to himself than me. 

"I think I might" I mutter.

"You might what, Jess?" he asks curiously.

"I think I might have an idea...of what I do to you." I say as I absentmindedly mess with he fabric of his muscle shirt. 

"What makes you say that, Jess?" he says turning us so that my back is against the graffiti wall and moving his arms so that they're under me.

"Because...you just saying my name with that stupid smirk on your face..." I trail off.  

"Continue" Paco whispers.

I start to ramble, "Makes my stomach fill with butterflies...as cheesy as that sounds. But, it's much more than that. It makes me all giggly and I feel alive and extremely happy. And it makes me realize that I love you and that I'm in love with you. And it makes me think about our friendship and about how we've known each other since we were kids and how you used to pick flowers for me and promise me that you'd marry me when we got older and you'd kiss my cheek and about how one day you just stopped." 

Paco, who appeared to be enjoying my little rant, seemed to bite the inside of his cheek and looked down slowly when I mentioned that last part. However, I continued.

"But, then the other day you started again and I don't know what to do now. You've always playfully flirted with me, but the other day was completely different. We've known each other forever. We've hung out everyday since we were like 5. I went to every single one of your fights when you boxed. You've gone to every single one of my art shows. We go to every one of Cruzito's art shows together. You were there for me when my parents got divorced and when I decided to stop visiting my dad. I was there for you when your parents got divorced and when your mom got remarried. You've always defended me when my brothers would tease me or when someone else picked on me. I stood by you when you decided to join Los Vatos Locos. And I don't know what any of this means anymore. You can't just play with my feelings like this, pendejo." I ramble, my eyes tearing up a bit at the end. 

Paco, still looking down, chuckles. He looks up with a small smile on his face, ready to say something. As soon as his eyes meet mine, his smile falls. 

"No, Jess. Don't cry. No llores, querida." he says as he shifts his arms so that one holding me up and with his free hand he wipes away the small teardrops that managed to escape. 

"Querida?" I ask unsure of why he called me that. 

He smiles, "I love you, Jess. I love you so much. I don't really know why I stopped picking flowers for you, kissing you, or promising to marry you. But, I never stopped loving you. Everything I've done for you since we were five was because I loved you, dork. I'm always gonna love you, querida. Ok?"

I nod, not wanting to talk because I know I might choke up. Paco smiles in response and puts his forehead against mine, like before when Cruz took our picture. I feel Paco's breath against my face and smile. His lips brush up against mine and rest there. 

"Guys?" we hear a voice say.