CHILDHOOD ❥ ON MY BLOCK [OSCAR DIAZ]

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okay disclaimer, in my story oscar is like just turned 23 and marisol is 20 and oscar went to jail for like 3 1/2 years (cause they dont tell us in the show) so he was about 19 when he went and marisol was like 17ish and i want yall to remember theyve known each other since they were like 11-13 and their siblings were like 5/6 so don't be that one annoying person in the comments

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February 14, 2015

Marisol and Oscar sat in his, now, almost empty room. They sat on the last piece of furniture that was left, the bed, looking down at the carpeted floor.

Marisol sighed, looking over at the boy, "Do you really have to go?" Oscar nodded, his silence beginning to scare the girl. She scooted over, touching his arm, "You can't just do community service or something?"

Oscar moved his arm away from her touch, shaking his head, "The judge already decided, I have to be at the station by five."

Marisol's eyes began to water as she thought about her friend going away. She sniffled, continuing to stare at him, waiting for him to find the courage to look back at her.

"But you can't leave," she cried, brushing her wild hair out of her face, "you can't-"

"Marisol!" Oscar snapped, making the girl jump, "Just stop!" He let out a deep breath, trying to relax himself but inside, he was terrified. "There's nothing nobody can do," he calmly told her.

Marisol couldn't control the tears that came from her eyes, the water landing on the exposed skin of her thighs. "How long will you be gone?" She questioned, wiping her face.

"They decide that tomorrow," Oscar answered, his voice emotionless. His face was straight and serious as he continued to stare at nothing. He couldn't bring himself to watch the girl cry, he knew it would make him cry. Marisol looked at the clock that read 2:13.

She sighed, trying to lighten the mood, "Well, I-I'll write to you. I know I can't visit but- I'll try to write to you everyday, I promise."

When Oscar heard that, he finally glanced over to her, his eyes beginning to water, "You promise?"

The girl smiled, holding up her smallest finger, "Promise." Oscar took it with his, as they both leaned down to kiss their interlocked pinkies. A tear slipped from the boy's eye, causing him to quickly turn away.

Marisol held onto his hand, putting it in her lap, "You don't have to do that, you know."

"It just makes it harder," Oscar shook his head, referring to their goodbye.

"I know," Marisol sadly spoke, rubbing her thumb over the back of his palm. His hands were shaking like they were cold, but the skin was hot, telling her how nervous he was to be leaving. She didn't say anything, just continued to trace over his palm, hoping it would ease him.

"Can I tell you something?" Oscar broke the silence. Marisol simply nodded and Oscar turn towards her.

"I love you," he told her, making girl smile.

"I love you too," she laughed, his hand still in hers.

"No, like," Oscar shook his head, moving closer to her and grabbing her hands with his other one, "I love you, Mari." Marisol knew he was serious by the way he was staring into her eyes. Her stomach began to do backflips as heat rose from within her.

She gulped down the lump in her throat, "I love you too." She had never told anyone she had loved them before. Well, except for her family and friends but not in this kind of way. Her and Oscar had shared how much they loved each other in the past but never more than just friends. Marisol couldn't admit it to herself, but she always waited for the day he would finally say it. When he couldn't find the courage to, Marisol leaned forward, pressing her lips against his.

It was a foreign feeling, his mouth on hers. The girl pulled back, searching his face for a reaction. But, the boy just grabbed her, bringing her back to him again, this time the kiss lasting for longer.

Marisol had found herself underneath him in a matter of minutes. Oscar's arms rested on both sides of her head as he held himself up, looking down at her. Marisol's hand rested on the back of Oscar's neck, pulling him back down every couple of seconds to kiss him. His palms found their way into her shirt, playing with the material of her bra before slipping themselves underneath. She breathed his name into his mouth, pushing him away slightly.

"I'm a virgin," she told him, innocent, her eyes looked up at the older boy.

He chuckled dryly, licking his lips, "Me too."

"Okay, you're a liar," Marisol rolled her eyes beginning to push him off of her.

He stopped her, grabbing her wrists, pining them back above her head, "Wait, I'm serious. I've never- you know," Oscar shamefully admitted, not being able to look her in the eyes when he spoke.

"Oh my god," the girl realized, "you're serious." The girl didn't know why, but that made her want him even more. Knowing that they were sharing such an intimate moment together for the very first time made her feel something she had never felt before.

Marisol's kisses became rougher and she began tugging at the material of his shirt, wanting to indulge at that moment. As the two explored one another, Marisol took moments to take it in, what was happening, knowing that she would be without him for what would seem like forever. Marisol looked up at him, her fingers trailing over his cheek as he rocked back and forth in between her legs, a tear escaping down the side of her face. She closed her eyes, pulling him closer to her chest.

Her lips next to his ear, "I love you."