"This is my life forever," I cried. "If you can't handle what I do then maybe you should leave!"
short story ;))
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE NETFLIX SHOW "ON MY BLOCK" CHARACTERS
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Once I finished the pack of condoms I had left in the drawer, Rosa immediately went to sleep. I honestly forgot how loud she moans, I had to bury her head into a pillow. Give me the demonic back arch type of vibes. (If you don't know what that is, you're too young.)
As she was sleeping peacefully, I couldn't sleep. Yeah, I got tired after but I still had energy. I grabbed my phone from the drawer next to our bed.
"4:05 am" I whispered to myself. I looked over to Rosa as she is still peacefully sleeping. I slowly got out of my bed to change into some running clothes.
Now I know what you're thinking again. "You're gonna run at 4 in the morning in Freeridge?! Are you crazy?!" I'm gonna run to Bodega down the block, I'm not gonna be gone for that long." Once I slowly closed the door, I began to run.
As I waited for the walking signal, I noticed a figure that looked familiar. "Marisol? I whispered. The figure was heading into the Bodega. I ran not noticing a car almost hit me. The driver beeped his car horn "Sorry, my bad." I yelled as I ran to the store.
"Oscar! Wow, my boy, you've gotten bigger." Mr. Garcia cheered. He's like my second dad, he always tried to keep me out of trouble.
"How are you, Mr. Garcia?" I asked as I got something to drink. "I'm good, I'm good. You're doing your early worm jog huh? Pops still got you on that?" I nodded. He nodded back then pulled me close. "Marisol is in the chip aisle in the back." He winked. "I'm married, Mr. Garcia." He chuckled.
"So what, you can't say Hi to your best friend since your childhood?" I shrugged. "Look, kid, I heard about the argument. Just go say hi," I nodded then headed to the snack aisle.
Once I saw a short girl with her silky black hair tied up, I knew it was her. "Marisol?" She turned around with her glossy eyes. "Oscar? Oscar Diaz?" I nodded. "Wow, how are you? You look good. Why are you out so late?" She smiled. "I'm uh, I'm good. I should be asking you that. and I just got back from the fighting tour so..." Then she got quiet. "Yeah, I-um heard."
That's how the argument started in high school...
"What do you mean you're going to do fight club?" Marisol yelled in my kitchen.
"Look I don't have a choice like you do. Ight. My dad wants me to do this." She looked at me confused.
"That's like saying if your father jumped off a fuckin building, you're gonna jump off with him." I stayed quiet.
"Un-fucking-believable! Oscar, what if something happens to you?" She began to cry as her voice cracked. I pressed our foreheads together "Nothing's gonna happen to me. I'm going to make sure of that. You just gotta trust me, girasol." I kissed her forehead then walked out of the empty classroom.
