𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ⇢ richard camacho

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"Baby, baby." I hear a male voice while lightly pushing me, trying to wake me up. Good luck with that. "Wake up, it's past 10.30 and I know how you feel about waking up late." I groan in response and roll over in my bed. The figure walks around the bed to face me. "There's a fruit salad for you downstairs." He bribes me but I still don't give in. I'm surprised he knew that I'm absolutely obsessed with that. "Aight then, I'm going to the studio. Aaliyah is at my mother's for the day and I guess you'll be here, all alone." The drama queen he is. I hear him kneel down next to me one last time and suddenly feel his lips at the corner of my mouth. My eyes almost immediately open to be met with those dark brown eyes of him. He stands back up and chuckles loudly. "Knew it." He laughs, slowly walking to the door of my room. I lean on my elbows in my bed and glare at the tease who likes to call himself my boyfriend.

"Yeah—well—whatever." I stutter, getting out of bed with a blush on my cheeks. He stops at my door frame and sees I'm yet again wearing a large shirt and bootyshorts. I roll my eyes as I feel his direct stare while I grab some clothes from my closet. "Eyes elsewhere, pervertido." With some skinny jeans, a tee off a random rock band and my undergarments I walk towards the bathroom connected to my room. Shamelessly, his eyes follow me up until the very last moment. Before I close the door to the bathroom I send him a wink.

"Aaliyah seemed to really like you." He suddenly says. I was ready to step in the shower but I immediately ran back, with a towel around my body, to the door to open it. Richard had walked to the vanity in the corner of my room and went through my stuff without any shame.

"Really?" My eyes softened at the mention of his adorable daughter. I was proud of him for bringing up a child in his situation and how he managed.

"Yeah, before my mother was here she asked about you. Well, as far as a two year old can do that." He grins and looking up at me. His lips formed into a smug smile before he made his way to the door to the bathroom. "Need any help?"

"I think I can manage, thank you." I smile while I slam the door shut in his face. He mumbles something about 'being a tease' but I already turned the shower on. "You're not really a saint, are you?"
Within minutes I am dressed in the outfit I took with me to the bathroom. With a comb I go several times through my hair and let it air dry.

"You coming to the studio?" Richard asks from inside my room. Surprised he's still there I open the door to see him laying on my bed. I answer with a 'yeah' and grab my white Nike AF 1's. I motion for him to come as I'm done getting ready. Last night only Yashua, and Aaliyah of course, stayed over for dinner. Layla couldn't stay, what a shame. Over dinner I got the brothers Camacho to know. After La Banda I didn't follow what Yashua was up to and to hear him working on his own music as well was great to hear.

"Yo, where's the fruit salad?" I ask as I hurry to the kitchen. I wasn't fully awake but my stomach was.

"Well, there's the fruit and it just needs to be cut." Richard answers with a laugh at my crave. "Sit down, I'll make it. You made dinner last night and it was absolutely amazing." I jump on the counter as Richard grabs a sharp knife and a few fruits from the bowl next to me, washing them before he grabs the knife again.

"I know. The recipes of an abuela don't play." I answer with a grin. "Shouldn't we be on our way to the studio by now?" I ask as I look at my phone. He shrugs and continues to cut the fruit.

"It's ok if were a little late. I mean, I've never seen Christopher on time." He adds. He grabs a grape and motions for me to get ready to catch. I place my phone in my pocket and sit a little straighter. He throws the grape up high and I manage to catch it.

"Hell yes!" I yell in excitement as I've never been good at catching. Richard laughs at me before taking another grape and eating it. "Nu-uh, your turn." I grab a grape from the bowl and wait for him to get ready. I softly throw the grape at him, only for him to miss.

"That one was so easy! You suck!"

"Well shawty, I don't." He answers, that stupid but hot smirk retuning. It takes a minute or two for me to understand his underlaying meaning.

"You most definitely aren't a saint." I hit his shoulder while still seated on the counter. He chuckles and takes two steps back, out of reach for me to hit him.

"And you're slow and innocent. We way each other out." He jokes, grabbing another grape. I roll my eyes and grab my phone as I feel it's about to fall out of my pocket.

"You're too much of a sinner, you need holy water, homeboy." I answer as I check some texts and answer them.

"There it is again." He softly mumbles with his eyes fixed on the soothing motion of the knife cutting a pineapple. He probably didn't mean for me to hear it but I did. I switch my phone off and eye him.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing." He answers with a forced smile as he looks up for a second.

"Yes, yes. Something, something." I mock him, jumping down next to him. People say he's short but standing next to me he doesn't look it.

"No, it's not." He places the knife down and walks over to the sink to wash his hands. Returning to the bowl with freshly cut fruit, he stops in front of me and kisses my temple. "Let's go, baby."

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xx, sophia