𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ⇢ richard camacho

sïx

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"Yo, where you going? We need to get to know each other before Saturday." I say to him. I was just hanging around in my room when I heard down the hall a door open and close. Opening the door I saw Richard in a different outfit, ready to go out the door.

"You got the booklet, right? Everything you should know about me is in there." He huffs, stopping on his way to the stairs but not turning around to face me.

"Yeah first off, I'm not going to read that novel, that's just way too much information about you to read. Second, you wouldn't know a thing about me. And thirdly, we need to come up with answers for 'how we met' and stuff, ¿tú sabes?" I answer with my hand on my hip. He groans and thinks for a second.

"Bueno, I'm going to the studio to record some stuff. You can come along and we figure some stuff out. Some of the boys are there as well." I look surprised at what he says.

"Uh—yeah. Sure. Gimme a sec." I say, closing the door and changing out of my PJs to some sweats, a cropped shirt and my Nike's.

"¿Estás lista?" He asks impatiently while looking down at his phone as I open the door again.

"Te tranquilices, dude. It's been like five minutes." I answer him grumpily as I hurry to him. "You 'don't have to look in a mirror to know you look good', but I do. This face and hair need attention." I air quote him mockingly.

"Whatever you say mamí." He chuckles as he opens the front door for me. "You're decent looking." He adds.

"Pues gracias. How nice, c*ño." I mumble as I open the door of the passenger door.

"Not dropping that nickname any time soon hm, mamí." He smirks, looking through the rear view mirror at me.

"It suits you." I answer dryly. Seriously thinking if this guy is bipolar or something.

"Strong-minded." He says, moving his eyes away and turning the engine of the car on.

"What?"

"Strong-minded. I don't know a thing about you like you said but I definitely know you're strong-minded." He answers my question, turning on the radio. Some Prince Royce song is playing.

"That, we have in common." I say.

"I'm not strong-minded." He exclaims, making me laugh and giving him a 'for real?' look.

"Maybe a little." He shrugs with a small grin playing on his lips.

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xx sophia