Chapter 10

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*Same time*

Matt's P.O.V

"Why?" She whispered in my ear still trembling.

"Because you make me smile like no one else has ever before." I smiled.

She cried even harder.

"Let's get out of here, yeah ?"

She nodded her head . I think I broke her heart and fixed it in less than a minute. Is that even possible ? I don't have feelings for Marquix. I hugged her to say our final goodbyes, and she knew that . Marquix was my first girlfriend, not my first love. Lina is my first love. No one can replace her.

I walked through the crowd who was still staring at the huge scene that just finished. I opened the front door, waddling outside setting Lina down in the passenger side.

"I love you, never will I leave you. Okay?"

"Okay." She nodded, wiping her tears.

(I swear I didn't do that on purpose, it just came out. sorry John Green I didn't even realize till after I finished.)

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I got to my house, walking inside. Gently placing Lina on my bed and I sat beside her.

"Are you okay?" I brushed her hair, putting it behind her ear.

"I'm fine," she said, smiling. That beautiful smile.

"Are you hungry?"

She nodded her head, "You know I like food. A lot." She patted her stomach.

"What do you want?"

"Flautas," She grinned, her eyes in excitement. She sat criss cross, on my navy blue comforter.

"What?" I said confused .

"Mexican food." She sighed, "Sorry." She joked.

"Then let's go to Taco Bell," I grabbed my keys, from the desk.

"No that is fake mexican food," She grabbed the keys in my hand, placing them back in the drawer where they were originally. "I want real Mexican food."

"Baby we live in Virginia, where are going to get real Mexican food in Virginia."

She smiled.

"Right in your own house," she said changing into my sweats and Tshirt. running to my kitchen . I quickly took off my shirt and put on basketball shorts .

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" Tortillas, tomate, cebolla, y chile!" ( Tortillas, tomato, onion, jalapeño )

She yelled to me while cooking. I stood there kinda confused. "Sorry, its a habit," She shrugged, "Tortillas, tomato, onion, and jalapeño.

I ran to the fridge grabbing the ingredients she needed, and gave them to her.

After about twenty minutes she served me and herself to eat.

"So what's this called?" I asked looking at the meat stuffed inside a tortilla.

"Flautas you dip them in crema and guacamole."

(Crema - type of mexican sour cream, just better
Gaucamole - Avocado sauce )

"Okay." I said dipping them into the white and green sauce.

"You know, my Abuela she, she um, she always made the best Mexican food." She smiled to herself.

"Abuela?" I didn't understand.

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