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Vanessa
"How's Puerto Rico been?"

"Bueno. Volveré a Miami pronto. Probably in like...dos semanas?" Martín guessed.

"That's a long time though. I'm getting bored over here." I groaned. "You shouldve brought me to Puerto Rico."

"Si pudiera, lo haría, pero ahora es demasiado personal."

Martín trailed off and I nodded my head in complete understanding. The conversation was getting a little sad, so I took it upon myself to change the subject. "Wanna see the pies I just made?"

From behind the camera, "Pies?!" There was a lot of shuffling, but suddenly Christopher's nose was on my screen. "You're making more food?"

"Ay Díos mío, qué pasa? Te puedo ayudar? Porque estás en mi espacio." Martín asked Christopher as he pushed him out of the screen.

Martín shifted, so the phone was away from Chris, but he was very persistent. "Te dije que quiero la comida de tu novia y mira. Ella está cocinando."

"Eso no significa que puedas interrumpir. Váyase!"

Christopher glared at Martín and leaned his head back into the frame. "Vanessa, dile a tu novio que sea amabl-"

For a split second, before the phone flew, I saw Martín tackle Christopher before I was staring at the ceiling. "Uh, guys?"

"Erick! Ayúdame!"

The screen changed and now I was facing Erick who was smiling brightly. "Hola, Nessa. Cómo estás? Are you cooking?"

I turned around to the counter filled with nothing but baked goods and nodded my head. "Hola, estoy bien. I'm trying to figure out what to make for Thanksgiving."

Beside Erick, curly red hair popped up into the screen. "Can I have the leftovers?"

From the background, Chris yelled, "I saw the pies first!" After that, a high pitched shriek came from behind the camera.

"Is Martín strangling him?"

Erick and Richard both looked at me confused when a look of realization came across Richard's face. "Kinda. It looks like he's just sitting on him now."

"Nessa, get tu novio!" Chris pleaded.

"Move, I wanna sit on the couch." Jo groaned off screen.

I just shook my head at everything that was happening all at once. "So, what kind of pie do you think I should bring? Or brownies?"

× × ×

"Nessa, it's our last day before break and you can't stay home."

"But I'm tired." I groaned, rolling over to get away from Mirabella.

"And? You're paying too much money to miss your classes, especially the last one of the week. Plus you have a test, now levántate." I felt a tug on my arm and suddenly I was on the floor.

"Está despierta ahora?"

I heard Mirabella scoff as I looked up to see her holding my phone. "Sí, por fin."

"Who are you talking to?"

Mirabella turned the phone and upon seeing the platinum blonde hair, I turned around and used the edge of the blanket that was dangling off of my bed to cover myself. "Martín."

"I look like a New York rat!"

"Mentirosa." I heard Martín and I could just feel him shaking his head. "Buenos días amol."

"Wait did he just say amol?"

I groaned and stood up from the floor to grab my phone and push Mirabella out of my room. "Leave him alone. No puede pronunciar el R. Y también es puertorriqueño."

"No sabía que llevaba gafas."

I sighed as I set my phone down to put my hair up. "I usually wear contacts, but I'm a broke college student so I can't buy any yet." I stated throwing up two peace signs and puckering my lips.

Martín laughed at my pose and shook his head. "Cuánto cuestan?"

"Los contactos?" Martín nodded and I tilted my head, trying to think of how much I payed last time. "I got a big supply last time so it was like $260, but I'm trying to pay off my student loans and the apartmemt bills before I get more."

Martín nodded in understanding while I went into the bathroom to get ready for the class Mirabella woke me up for. "When I come back, quieres salir conmigo?"

I paused in the middle of washing my face and looked down at Martín who had a shy smile on my face. It wasn't until I nodded my head did his smile get bigger. "Claro."

"Bueno, porque ahora estoy esperando para mi avión."

"You're coming back already?" Martín nodded his head as I was drying my face out of the screen and I instinctively smiled to myself.

"Sí pero el vuelo se retrasó. We've been here for like 5 hours."

"Where are the guys then?"

"Chris y Erick went to get comida, Richard es en el baño y Joel está aquí." Martín stated. He then panned the camera over to the seat next to him where Joel was passed out with his hoodie over his face.

I hummed as I started walking back to my room and Martín continued to suggest things we could do when he got back. "A museum?"

"The Museum of Illusions. It'll be fun, te lo prometo."

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