𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ⇢ richard camacho

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He looks away from my eyes, trying to find a way out. We both knew my noisy ass was going to bring this up eventually. He looks at Yashua and asks him to go to the kitchen with Aaliyah. He noticed the weird tension between us and rushed out of the room, followed by Aaliyah.

"So?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. His eyes slowly find their way to mine. His soft, brown eyes make me melt but I snap out of it. "Dime, homeboy." Clearing his throat he tried to form a sentence.

"Look, Vale." He shifts a little so we aren't as close as before. "Going into this process of this pr stunt I was kind of frustrated. Frustrated because this wasn't even my fault. I promised myself that I would keep my distance to whoever was going to be, you know, you. Fact is—"

"Hey, Richard. You have there's—"

"Let the boy talk, Yashua." I interrupt Yashua, not looking up because I wanted Richard to finish his sentence. I am too curious to know what Richard was about to say and now Yashua interrupted him, and probably the courage he finally build up to tell me.

"Yashua, not right now." Richard firmly said. We both turned annoyed around to see Yashua accompanied by another figure.

"Not this perra again." I softly mumble as soon as the figure steps into the light, rolling my eyes at her. I look away from her in the hope it's not real.

"Layla?" Richard asks, rather confused.

"Hey, Richard!" She squeals, dropping her bags and walking to the couch at a fast pace. She hugs him but in the process she pushes me away, taking my place on the couch. I scoff at her and stand up, walking towards the kitchen to grab a drink. I feel Richard's eyes burn in my back but Lala rambles about everything that has happened in the two days she hasn't seen him. I grab a smoothie from the refrigerator and turn my attention to Aaliyah. Yashua had placed her on the kitchen counter earlier to play with a random spatula.

"Hi, niña." I softly say to her. "Are you hungry?" I ask her. She shyly nods her head and I smile at her. She is literally the cutest two year old I've ever seen. I lift her from the kitchen counter and place her in a chair, too afraid she will fall from the counter when I'm making dinner. I give her my phone so she can play a few games while I'm busy.

"What are you doing?" Yashua asks, suddenly standing behind me and leaning on the counter. I'm startled and almost drop the plate I was planning to make the lasagna in. He softly chuckles before grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

"I'm making dinner, knowing Richard he'd probably postmate Chipotle or something." I answer Yashua. "Are you staying for dinner? Because if you are I wouldn't eat that apple."

"I'm sorry, mamas." He laughs, placing the apple back in the bowl. "And yes. If it's no problem with you, I'd be happy to join for dinner." I nod before returning back to preheat the oven.

"Can you ask her if she's joining as well?" I ask Yashua, emphasising 'her' because I actually mean the evil witch that took my place and boyfriend.

"Based on your tone and attitude I guess you don't get along very well." He says, lowering his voice because she's still in the living room.

"You could say that." I slowly say, cutting the tomato for the lasagna. Maybe not the greatest idea that I have a knife when I'm frustrated.

"I do understand you. I mean, they've known each other since they were six or something." Yashua shrugs. "They have been best friends since, but when we moved they kind of lost touch and now she's all—"

"Best friends? They sure don't act like that." I huff, by now slashing the tomato.

"I think someone's jealous, hm?" Yashua grins, a smug smile forming on his handsome face.

"Am not!" I scoff offended. I turn around and see he looks at me with a knowing look. "Just—go ask if she's staying or not." I shoo him out of the kitchen. "Don't start on boyfriends, Aaliyah, they are way too complicated to get started on." I tell her. She looks at me and nods as if she knows what I'm talking about. I walk back to the counter I started the lasagna on and continue my abuela's recipe.

"Hey baby, whatchu making?" Richard asks. I turn around and see he's limping towards the kitchen. Layla stayed behind and was in a conversation with Yashua.

"I am making my abuela's lasagna." I answer, kneeling down so I can place the big plate in the oven. I stand back up and help him to the chair next to Aaliyah's because he was struggling.

"Wifey-material." He mumbles softly.

"Woah, you're going a little too fast, Camacho." I laugh, walking back to the counter to clean up. "First a few more dates." I joke. I doubt he heard me because when I turn back around to face him, he's playing around with Aaliyah on my phone. The two of them mischievously giggling. I shake my head at the two with a smile creeping on my face. "Weirdo."

"Hey!" He snaps his head up to look at me. "At least I'm a weirdo you love." He argues. I don't answer him because he might be true. He's just really confusing. He smirks at me, knowing he'd won this when I don't respond.

"But that brings me back." I say, a devilish smile forming on my face. "What were you going to say earlier?" He nervously looks down at Aaliyah, who was still playing games, for a second.

"You know I'm not good with words, baby." He eventually whines. I sigh at his behaviour and turn around to drink my smoothie. "Oh come, Vale. Don't give me the cold shoulder." I slowly move to the kitchen island and see him motioning for me to come over. I walk to his side and lower myself a little to be at the same level as he is. Without any further words he grabs my chin and brings me closer. We both lean in and our lips slowly touch. My eyes widen but I melt into the kiss and close them. He eventually pulls away, much to my dismay. "That's what I was trying to say, nena."

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Very good friends don't kiss each other, just saying.
xx sophia