Cesar insists on helping them carry the bags of clothes Claudia brings with her when Araceli's folks get back from Mexico. Araceli told her to come back soon, even though she spent half the past month with the Diaz boys anyway, and even told Oscar he could, too.
"But only if you bring Cesar," she said, and Oscar flipped her off as he walked back to his car.
"This is all you have?" Cesar asks. He seems almost disappointed. Claudia knows it's because he wants to show off how strong he is, but it stings, just a little bit. She smiles at him anyway.
"Yeah," she says, a backpack slung over her shoulder and her free hand reaching out to muss up what little bit of hair Cesar has left. He showed up with Oscar the week before after a day of nannying in Brentwood. He seemed equally excited about the clean-cut neighborhood and the fresh buzzcut Oscar gave him. "Thanks for helping."
"You're welcome," he says, very seriously. He's missing a tooth when he smiles. The bag's not that big, but he's so little it looks like it is. Oscar took the fuller ones inside first.
The house smells like Pine-Sol. Like Claudia hasn't been around after a Santos party, or seen it on any average Friday night, when the mess of a nine year old has yet to be cleaned up again. She should be charmed, probably, that Oscar thinks he should impress her like that, but mostly she's thinking of her self-imposed two month deadline in this house. No amount of mopping and scrubbing is going to convince her to just stay, even if she's here until school starts.
Oscar refuses to talk about the three of them just leaving Freeridge together. It's driving her crazy.
"Oscar's room, baby," she says, when Cesar looks a little unsure of where he should take his charge. Oscar's in there already, folding her clothes for her, since she didn't bother doing much besides throwing shit into bags that afternoon, and it makes her feel—good. Taken care of.
"Right here, lil' homie," Oscar tells him, and then, after, "you want a snack?"
"No thanks," Cesar says. He stays forgetting to say thanks. It's something they're working on, the three of them. He watches Oscar and Claudia for a little while, folding clothes and tucking things into drawers, the sun barely setting behind the old curtains shielding them from view. It all feels very domestic. He says, suddenly, "Does this mean you're getting married?"
Claudia's neck hurts, she looks up so fast. Says, "Um," while Oscar stares at Cesar with his mouth half-open. His expression is enough to make her laugh, any other time, but right now, she's hit with the sudden need to bolt. Which won't work, because she lives here now.
Oh God. She lives here now.
While she frantically reminds herself it's just for two months, Oscar finally speaks. He clears his throat first. "Whatchu talking 'bout, C?"
Cesar says, looking thoughtful, "Well, Claudia's moving in."
"Yeah," she says, slowly, hoping she smoothed her expression into something that doesn't look as frantic as she feels, "but that doesn't mean..."
She looks to Oscar. He looks back at her. They remain quiet for too long.
"So you're not getting married?" Cesar asks. His eyebrows pull together.
Claudia says, a little squeaky, "Baby, we're too young to get married."
He looks confused. "But you're grown-ups."
Claudia wants to disagree on principle.
"You got money for a wedding, compa?" Oscar says. He's got a pair of Claudia's shorts in hand, a pile of clothes laid out carefully in front of him. Part of her feels hopelessly enamored of the sight. "You gotta pay for food, and for music, and for a dress..." His voice tapers off. He turns his head to look at Claudia. There's a faraway look on his face.
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Antes | Oscar Diaz
FanfictionMaybe this is a love story. Sequel to "don't wanna rush."