𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ⇢ richard camacho

thïrtēęń

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"Finally!" I exclaim, opening the door to the hotel room. My shared hotel room may I add. When we left the airport we first went to the Mandalay Bay Convention Center where the Latin BBMAs will be held in two days. There, we walked around the venue and met up with some people to talk about the rehearsals for the upcoming days. It was past three when we left the convention center to go to our hotel.

"You tired?" Richard asks, closing the door behind us. I jump on the bed the nearest to the door.

"Exhausted." I answer. My voice is muffled by the pillow I was laying on. Next to me I feel the bed dip down a little. I turn my head around and Richard lays next to me, looking at me.

"There's another bed there." I lazily point to the other bed next to the balcony. "With a view, yaknow."

"I already have a beautiful view." He answers with a smug smile.

"I didn't take you for a cheesy person." I grin, hiding my blushing face back in the pillow.

"Pero te gusta, ey?" He says, taking the pillow from me.

"Let's just say that I ain't complaining." I sit straight up on the bed and look for my suitcase. I want to shower and change out of these clothes. "Imma take a shower."

I look at him and he nods. "The boys wanted to go out and discover Vegas in about two hours so be ready by then." I give him two thumbs up and walk to the bathroom with clean clothes and shampoo.
As I'm almost done showering, I hear the door of our room open and close. The room is filled by this contagious laugh. I turn off the shower and grab the towels to dry myself. I throw the long-sleeved, oversized shirt on and start to comb through my hair.

"¿Cómo va? Con ella." I hear Christopher ask. I can't hear Richard's answer because he whispers it.

"But, I expected the worst. She's definitely not terrible at all." I hear Richard grin. "I just think she's too nice for me, I don't know how to explain. She's just very different from my past relationships."

"¿No es ése la idea de ella?"

"Yes! I think. I just need to get used to it. She's definitely something." He answers, unsure of his answer. "I do think she's 'girlfriend material'. Tal vez not for me. I need to get my mind right before I take someone down that path I call life. I don't want to hurt or—or disappoint her. I want to know where this will lead. I do feel something for her but I don't what it exactly is. Only time will tell." I keep listening to the conversation, even though it's so wrong. I'm already done in the bathroom but I don't dare to barge in the room. I drop my comb to let them know I'm still here.

"Are you ok, Vale?" Chris asks from the other room.

"Sí." I answer, opening the door of the bathroom. "I just dropped something." I turn around the corner and see Christopher laying on the bed next to the balcony and Richard is ruining his perfectly ordered suitcase. He turns around and sees me looking at him with a raised eyebrow and my hand on my hip.

"Do you maybe know if I took my camo pants with me, shawty?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, you did. Well I did for you." I answer, walking towards his suitcase and easily finding the orange camo pants. He takes them and a different shirt and goes to the bathroom. I take my phone from the charger and slowly let myself flop next to Chris on the bed.

"How is—"

"What do you think of this fit?" Richard asks, coming back from the bathroom and completely interrupting me.

"I think it's fire, bro." Christopher asnwers.

"I actually wanted to know Vale's opinion, but thanks!" He answers with a chuckle. Christopher looks hurt but plays it off.

"Well, I think it's fire, bro." I copy Christopher with a laugh.

"Bro-zoned." I hear Chris mumble under his breath.

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xx sophia