𝖏𝖔
𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 a day I use to love when I was a kid, but after I lost my brother I started to despise the holiday. I still remember the first time we went trick-or-treating, we were nine and were dressed as Hansel and Gretal. just like the characters Jonathan and I looked out for each other- we were each other second parent when our dad was either not present or drunk off his ass.
don't get me wrong, my dad was a good parent- well just not to me. that night when my brother and I were trick- or treating, that was the night I first learned about the Santos. my brother told me they were our rivals and when I asked him why, he told me that the Santos doesn't like our colors, the colors my brother and I were forced to wear since we were five years old.
the green and yellow our father made sure we had on before making sure we had ever eaten. I hated those colors together, it just reminded of my dad and his neglect towards me. at nine years old i didn't know about any of this- prophets and Santos- but my brother, my twin brother knew everything- i guess my dad taught him well.
when my father wasn't there, the prophets were- now I hated this gang with a passion they took away my father, but they were my only source of a family- i guess it was bittersweet.
i snap out of my thoughts when i realized i've been staring at myself in the mirror, i look at my hair, my beautiful black natural hair only it isn't beautiful anymore. when i first became homeless, i had shaved it all off, it was just something i couldn't take care of anymore but now it grew back. it's not long and it isn't healthy but it is tangled.
i find some scissors and i cut as must as i can off before getting the razor and plugging it in and shaving my hair, i cleaned as i shaved more hair off, i started in the front and made my way to the back but there was still some patches I missed, i look over at the door to see spooky he looked as if was disappointed in me "can you do the back?" i asked
he sighed before walking the bathroom and taking the razor from me and continued to shave the back of my head it was quiet until he spoke up "done" he says turning off the razor before dusting all the hair off my back while collected the hair to throw away "nice tattoo" he said
i almost forgot
"thanks" I say
"is it a switchblade?" he asked
"yeah" i say as I touched the back of myneck where the tattoo was placed and accidentally shocking his hand, i pulled my hand away "i'm sorry" I say turning around to see exactly how close we are from each other- and it took me off guard but I do have to admit I never noticed how pretty his eyes are.
weird thing to see is he's leaning towards me and i'm not stopping him- but before anything happens. his phone rings making me jump back only to bump into the sink, he answerers while i starting cleaning my hair out of the sink
"hello? cesar? what's wrong?"
"here i come" he says before hanging up the phone "we gotta go" he says
"we? as in me and you?" I asked
"yeah, i can't exactly leave you here alone" he says
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before leaving out i quickly got changed in some clothes Cesar let me have which was a hoodie and joggers complete with a black beanie. as i sat shotgun in spooky's car it was quiet but a fun-type of quiet, the car wasn't short but wasn't long when we finally arrived
I could see Cesar dressed like Cesar and the rest of his friends that stood to the side "stay in car" Spooky says as he got out and slammed the door before walking towards a white boy dressed as a cholos. Spooky got in his face and stared him down.
spooky wipes away the fake tattoo on the boy's face before rubbing his face tattoo before looking back at the boy "this shit's real" Spooky says
"Please,what do you want?" the boy asked as he started to cry, and I tried my best to hold in my laughter
"your candy- all of you" spooky says
"starting with you" Spooky says pointing to the boy in front of him
without hesitation everyone gives Cesar their pillowcases that's filled with candy, Spooky got back in the car before Cesar and his friends piled in the back, and spooky drove away
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a/n: sorry if the ending is bad it's 3 in the morning and I'm tired but I wasn't gonna go to bed until this chapter was finished
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