A Spaniard boy by the name of Rain comes to the city of New York where he finds someone who impacts his life for better and for worse. While he changes mentally and physically, he strives to rise above the conflict that comes his way heavily. He fin...
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𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜!
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"Not on my new coffee table,"these hoes were in here messing up new house already!
Junior year is gone and my last year as a senior starts in just a week. Not to mention my 18th birthday in two days. I was having a huge birthday bash at this huge mansion that Mamá and Papa rented out and the gang was supposed to be helping me get ready.
Speaking of my parents, we've grown a lot. Papa and I sat down with Mamá and had a long conversation about what she did and we put it behind us along as our family comes together and stays together from now on. We're forgiving people and we don't have it in our hearts to shun her off. Love her too much.
Not to mention, I love the two new additions to the family as well. Jairo of course and his dad. Our families have become so comfortable with each other that Jairo has started to call her moms and my dad his papa. And I call his father, my dad. I love how we've grown together and have been getting along and I couldn't ask for more.
As for my friends—more like my brothers and sisters, we've been hanging out the entire summer and have been through it. Everyday, and I mean EVERY day we've seen each other and have been stuck to each other. Had sibling like arguments, raising hell from Queens to Staten Island, relationship issues. Even had a trip to the Philippines! And I still can't believe I've found the best second family ever.
And then Messiah. Man, the entire Earth tested our love and wanted it to fall. We moved out that honeymoon phase after he moved in with me and got into more constant arguments. They were so vicious and we said the cruelest things ever. I'd never thought I'd see myself act in that way but it's amazing what people can bring out of you.
It had gotten so bad to the point that he started smoking—not cigarettes because that would've been a definite no no for me. But I could handle weed and something like that. I was so stressed out that I had started drinking more and I knew I fell off then.
That's when we made an attempt to speak to each other and it went awry. We started off on different sides of the room, then the middle of the room yelling in each other's faces—fingers pointing and all–then on the living room floor, and lastly on our balcony. Yeah...it went there and the dick was bomb too, have to get him mad more often.
