twenty by three

three

Hello loves! Welcome to the third chapter of twenty by three. This chapter is centered around Angel and he'll be the narrator every three chapters. The chapters from here on out should follow that rotation (Julia, MJ, Angel, repeat) unless anyone wants a special chapter about another character later on^^

For Angel, I think it was the hardest for me to find someone who fit the image that I had in my head. When finding Brandon Larracuente, I thought that he fit Angel pretty well. However, feel free to imagine him and the other character in any way you like!

For any phrases/words that are not in English, I will post the meanings in the footnote at the bottom of each chapter :)

Happy reading~

/ / chapter three / /

A loud ringing woke me up from my slumber. Fucking alarm. I threw out my arm towards the bedside table and felt around. When I finally found the damn thing, I quickly shut it off. Rising to sit up on the bed, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes before looking out the window. It was still dark outside and the sun wouldn't come up for another hour.

If I stayed in the bed any longer, I knew I'd fall into temptation and bury myself under the covers to close my eyes for another five minutes. So, I (begrudgingly) made my way to the shower to get ready for the day.

December 19th wasn't that special of a day for most people, but that definitely wasn't the case in the Hayes household. You would think it was the fucking most important day of the year or something.

It was our birthday. Yeah, not only mine but also MJ's and Julia's. Before living with the Hayes family, I couldn't remember the last time I had celebrated my birthday. It had been like any other day. Nothing special. Even things like Christmas or other big holidays were never celebrated either. That's how it was with my family growing up, before being placed in the foster care system.

It wasn't something I really talked about. I don't want to feel anyone's pity. I already got enough false sympathy with people knowing I was adopted.

Was I grateful that I got to start over in a nice environment with a caring family? Sure. Didn't mean I could say that I felt like I fully belonged here, though.

Doña Carol had insisted that I take off work for the day, but there was a lot to do at the shop and the imbéciles who also worked there didn't know what the fuck they were doing half the time. Sure, she'd be upset once she discovers that I went to work anyway, but she'd get over it. Her babies were here and that would be enough for me to slip out.

After getting ready for work, I made sure that I was quiet going down the stairs. It was too early for any type of birthday singing shit or smothering. Once downstairs, I made my way to the closet to put on my coat when I heard a stifled laugh coming from the kitchen.

It was weird for anyone to be up this early. I knew the Hayes family. Doña Carol didn't wake up until 7am, Julia would probably wake up a little later to go running and Chino slept like a log until noon. So... who was it?

Feeling a bit alert, I slowly made my way to the kitchen. As I got closer, I could make out two voices: one male and one female. It was almost impossible to understand what either person was saying, but as I inched closer to the kitchen, the realization came to me. They weren't speaking a language I could understand, so that only left one person.

El chinito.

I peered my head into the kitchen and saw something I wished I didn't have to witness. There was my brother... fucking flirting with his laptop screen.