My Chocolate Goddess GxG

The kiss

When I got home to my house I made sure to open the door as slow and quietly as possible. I was just hoping my mom had went upstairs by now. It was dark but it was only 7:30pm not too late but definitely late for someone who got out of school at 3:15.

I crept into the house tip toeing. It's times like this when I wish my mom was more materialistic about houses then clothes. The floor creaked hard as I walked past the couch.

"Shit!" I whispered.

"Muñeca! Ven aca (come here)" My moms voice called from the kitchen.

I threw my head back and groaned silently before setting my bag down by the stairs and dragging to the kitchen.

As I walked in. I saw my mom taking a plate out of the oven.

"Do you know I've had this on warm for you for 3 hours?" She asked setting it on the table and putting her hand on her hip.

"I'm not hungry Ma" I said spinning on my heel. I planned on turning right back around and going upstairs. I had so much to think about.

"Your going to sit at this table and eat mija. We don't have food to be wasting. You didn't even eat yesterday."

"It seems like we do have food to waste. You cook for 12 people almost everyday and there is three of us living here."

She narrowed her eyes at me and I could see the flames I was about to get if I didn't sit my ass down.

I groaned and plopped in front of the plate.

"You love Enchiladas!" She pouted. "What is it? Do you not like me anymore? We were so close when you were in middle school! We would spend time together all the time. Now your 16 and staying out til it's night time"

I felt bad. No, it's not that I don't like her. I'm just juggling a lot. She doesn't usually speak this much English. I could tell she was really trying to understand me. I wasn't sure how to talk to her about this. What do I say? I've been writing poems for this beautiful girl in my class and now she's talking to me.

Either way, she's right I love enchiladas. I couldn't keep myself from picking up my fork.

"I love you mom, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be bad at communicating... I'm just a teenager. I have a lot going o-"

"Oooo where did you get the pretty bracelet mija?!" She asked taking my arm making me drop my fork. It clanked onto my plate as she checked the bracelet out.

I blushed super hard.

I don't know what to say. I feel like no matter how I answer she'll have more questions.

"It's gorgeous...." she said checking it out rotating my wrist. She looked up at me and got an amused surprised look on her face.

"Your blushhhiinngg! Did someone you like get you this? Oh my god! Is it a boy?! Is my Muñeca dating a boy?!" She was excited her eyes were bright.  Her hands clamped to my wrist.

"NO! n-no no, it's not a boy." I had to turn my volume down from a yell to a mutter. I took my hand back from her and picked up my fork.

"A girl from my school gave it to me. It's no big deal... we are working on a science project together"

"Awww how sweet" she sat back and smiled. "What's her name?"

Ughhh here comes the questions.

"Vanessa." I had to stop myself from smiling as her name rolled off of my tongue.

"I want to meet her! She sounds nice... you should bring her over! I could cook something nice for you, you guys could do some work over here. She bought  you a bracelet. You owe her something mija"