Chapter Eleven
*Claire*
"Vic you haven't even asked them yet!" I snapped.
Vic didn't listen. He grabbed all my bags and put them in his car. Then, he came and carried me to it.
I started crying again. 'How did I get so lucky to have a guy like him?'
*Vic*
The ride to my house was silent.
Not that I thought Claire would be talkative. How could Marie do this to her?
Angry thoughts filled my head about Marie and Lisa as I pulled up to my driveway.
I looked to the passenger seat and saw Claire sleeping.
I missed her forehead and walked into the house.
I called my parents and began to ask them for a huge favor.
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"Of course she can stay, Mijo." My dad smiled. He's always knew I liked Claire.
"Si, she can stay in the guest room." My mom added.
"Thanks mami and papi, this means alot to both Claire and I."
*Claire*
"Thank you! This means so much to me!" I said as I hugged Mr. and Mrs. Fuentes. They were always like my second parents. 'Why did I ever push them away?' My own stupidity shocks me sometimes.
The door closed and Mike appeared next to Vic.
"Come here you!" I yelled and pulled him into the group hug.
"Now I can beat you in COD every night!!!" I cheered.
He laughed, "We'll see about that."
I turned to Vic and saw he was looking at his Vans awkwardly.
I walked up to him, moved his chin up with my finger, and kissed him.
"Aww!"
I blushed and his my face in his neck. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me.
"Cmon let's go see your room."
My room is huge. It was painted a bluish greenish color, a King sized bed, and a matching vanity.
"This," I paused for a moment. "Is my room?" Vic smiled and nodded.
"All yours." I turned to him, once again, and gave him one of the biggest hugs I could give him.
"Thank you, I don't know what I would've done without you."
