Vacation

fifteen

That day at Juanpa's mom's house was very hard for me. I never had family this close. When my grandparents died, I cried. But my uncles and aunt's were fighting with my parents about where the money would go. It wasn't love, and Juanpa is the first person that I've really felt it with. I haven't seen my best friend in ages. So it seems she doesn't want anything to do with me either. It was just him. I've only ever witnessed it from afar. But Juanpa never left my side. He always says to me that he won't, because he doesn't want me feeling lost. He introduced me to so many people, and they are all definitely huggers.

The funeral is tomorrow and there isn't enough time in the world to preparing anyone for something like that. I was in his old room by myself, getting his suit ready when someone walked in. It was his mom. Juanpa was outside with his cousins and I wanted to get the wrinkles out of it. I walked over and hugged her and she sat down on his bed beside me.

"I hope you know, that you coming into his life means the world to me. And everyone out there loves you, because you are so good to him. I hope he's good to you," she said in a low voice. I gave her a small smile and I nodded.

"He's more than good to me," I added and she smiled, nodded.

She grabbed my hand and kissed it, "I want you to know that this family is forever yours. I know you have a hard time in gatherings like this. I can see it in your eyes. But you are always welcome here. Screw your parents for them to act this way. I'll be your new mom." When she said that I had a tear come down my cheek. I haven't talked to my parents in a really long time. And they have given no effort to talk to me. She wiped some tears away from my cheeks, "I didn't mean to make you cry, bonita. I just want to know that you are loved," she said and I nodded and hugged her.

Juanpa came walked in and we pulled away. He saw me crying and rushed over. "Momma, why did you make her cry?" He asked and I shook my head.

"She didn't, Juanpa," I said and he looked confused. She just smiled and stood up and walked away. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his shoulder. He stepped away for a second to shut the door and then came back and knelt down in front of me. Waiting for me to talk. "Your family is just so nice. And I've never been apart of one this nice. I just didn't know how to react to it all day and your mom noticed and comforted me. Which has also never happened to me," I rambled on and he started wiping tears away from my face. "I have to finished ironing you jacket," I said pointing over to it.

He rolled his eyes, "This is what you've been doing? Bonita, you are the sweetest, most loving, caring girl I know. But you are hurting too and maybe in a different way than me right now. But you are just busying yourself to block out what's really happening. You are apart of this family, and we all love you and are here for you. Just as much as you are here for us. I'm so sorry you are hurting and I wish I could take it away. I don't completely understand how your parents and friends could treat you like that, but I know how you should be treated. And I hope you stay here forever." I jumped into his arms, knocking him over in the process. I just hugged him on the ground and he ran his one hand through my hair and the other scratched my back.

We actually laid there for a few minutes too long, and then I sat up, straddling him. He sat up on his arms and kissed me. He ran his one hand through my hair with the other holding me up. He wanted to full on make out, what a weird time. But if you need it, you need it. He then grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me down with his lips slowly. "Juanpa, your family is outside," I whispered between kisses and all he did is hum yes.

"I locked the door," he whispered and stood me up. Putting his lips on mine once again. He pulled his hoodie off and it left him shirtless. Making it hard for me to resist him. I pulled my hoodie off too and grabbed his face to pull it to mine. Someone then knocked on the door. We both froze and hurried up to put our sweatshirts back on. He came over and fixed my hair for me and kissed me on the forehead. I love him so much. I went back to ironing and he opened the door. "Abuela, what's up?" She looked at us suspicious.