Peligroso Amor -Oscar Díaz-

•Awkward Encounters•

"Took you long enough." Oscar opening the front door. I chuckled and pulled him into a kiss.

"Let's watch a movie." I proposed. He moved out of the way so I could walk in.

"What you wanna watch?" He asked closing the door behind him.

"A scary movie!" I sat on the couch and he sat next to me.

"Nightmare On Elm Street has been on all day." Oscar said taking the remote.

"Okay. Hold this." I gave him my hair tie while I undid my braid.

"What am I your bitch?" Oscar joked and I rolled my eyes playfully.

Ángel 🖤
mamita come
outside a sec

Catalina
what? why?

Ángel 🖤
just come

"I'll be back." I said standing up. Ángel was standing on the side walk. I looked over to our house and there was a black car that I assume was waiting for him.

"What's up?" I asked walking over to him.

"La bendición?" He asked for my blessing.

"What are going to do Ángel?" I asked looking at him.

"Please mamita, we talked about this." He sighed and I nodded giving him my blessing.

"Be careful Ángel. Please." I kissed his cheek and he got back in the car with the dude.

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"What happened?" Oscar asked. I smiled at him and sat next to him.

"Nothing, just Ángel being him." I said taking the hair tie from his wrist.

"Okay, the movie is about to start." He placed his arm around me and I laid my head on his chest.

Mid movie I remembered Santana's words. "Tell Oscar I said hi." I hadn't told Oscar yet. I looked at Oscar who was invested in the movie.

"Mi amor, I gotta tell you something, but don't be mad that I don't told you earlier." I said separating from him.

Oscar frowned squinting his eyes, "what's that mi reina?"

"Santana was at Damian's funeral. He gave his condolences to us," that's not how it happened but he doesn't need to know.

"So what?" Oscar's jaw flinched.

"He told me to tell you that he says hi." I muttered and Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose standing up.

"Cabrón, I fucking knew he wasn't going to let it go."

"I don't get it" I kneeled on the couch and Oscar turned to me.

"It's complicated muñeca. Santana never talks to us. He minds his business and leaves that messy bullshit to us and the Prophets. But when he does talks shit never ends well. It's his way of putting a green light." He said standing in front of me.

I sat back down and started biting the corners of my fingers. "I'm sorry." I looked down and he knelt down.

"Mi reina, it's okay you didn't know." He lifted my jaw making me look at him.