Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
Nick and Brandon burst into laughter, listening to their much shorter friend chastise their insanely tall one. She did, in fact, need help reaching her prenatal's seeing as he'd put them on the top shelf. But she was never going to simply admit that to Zion. Austin squeezed behind her, wordlessly getting them down for her. She muttered her thanks, scooping out two and putting them back on the bottom shelf of her cabinet.
Zoe made her way back into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of water and unscrewing the lid. She was just about to swallow her pills when a knock sounded through the apartment, a small whine leaving her lips. "I'll get it!" Nick shouted, giving Zoe enough time to take her vitamins. She assumed they'd simply ordered take-out for the fourth time that day. "Uh, Zoe, you're gonna want to come here." Zoe furrowed her eyebrows, pulling out her phone as she walked to the living area.
"Do you need money? My wallet's in the bed-"
She stopped in her tracks a few feet in front of the door, finally looking up from her phone. Christopher stood just inside the doorway, his suitcase by his side and a backpack strapped to his shoulders. "I, uh, would've used my key but I didn't want to freak you out," Thereitwas. The voice she'd craved to hear ever since the moment she left. Zoe simply stared at Christopher, her heavy gaze bringing a certain level of discomfort to him. The PRETTYMUCH boys all shared a quick glance, motioning to the door.
Christopher sent them a short nod as they left, closing the door behind him. "Hola, Princesa." A small part of her wanted to melt over him, his voice, and the fact he'd flown all the way here. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to take a running leap into his arms. "Te extrañé mucho," I missed you so much. He took a few carefully measured steps forward, still unsure about her silence. "Mi amor-"
"Please don't," Zoe's voice cracked, his heart bursting at the sound. "Just, you can't just call me your love like you didn't hurt me." She swallowed a thick lump in her throat, looking down at the ground to try and stop the tears from coming. One of her hands rubbed across her stomach, something that'd become a tick of hers. Christopher's gaze shot straight to the source, his lips twitching over the barely noticeable bump underneath the shirt of his she had on. "What are you doing here, Christopher?"
