- for the dreams we see when we fall asleep at night.

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MAY 23, 2014
3:01 PM

The halls were going wild with screaming teenagers as the bell rung, signaling it was finally summer. Papers were flying around, kids were recording the chaos to post later, people were spray painting the school walls and lockers while others were spraying each other in silly string.

Cam and I laughed as we ran out of the building with the crowd. Everyone spread out to their different rides or stayed behind wishing their friends goodbye and taking pictures. Cam got tugged backwards and I quickly turned to see her engulfed in Malik's arms as he gave her a long passionate kiss. I smiled at their cuteness.

He pulled away and finally noticed me. "Hey, Mona," he smiled, giving me a small wave.

"Hey, Malik," I smiled back, waving. I miss you. We were apart of different worlds now. The people in his world killed my mother, but that didn't change how I felt about him. I missed my friend.

"What are you doing here?" Cam asked, a giant smile on her face.

I didn't hear his answer because a bright red impala in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned completely to see my man leaning against his car, his sunglasses on as he talked to the Santos who were still here.

"Oscar!" I yelled, happily as I charged through the crowd towards him.

The Santos cleared a path as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him. He laughed as I nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck. "Hey, baby. Nice to see you, too."

The seniors graduated ten days ago, so the last ten days of school had been pure torture without him. I know Cam felt my pain because Malik graduated this year, too. We both just missed our men.

I pulled back and he immediately began attacking my face with kisses, "I missed you. I missed you. I missed you." I giggled and when he stopped I finally opened my eyes again.

"I don't know whether or not this is gonna make me throw up or get a boner," one of the Santos, Manuel, commented.

"I wouldn't blame you if you got a boner," Oscar said, putting me down. "My girl is pretty fucking hot."

Oscar claimed me two weeks ago and I don't think I've been happier. After our day at the beach we started texting and hanging out a lot. I've been doing so much better since then. I didn't think I could be this happy ever again, but Oscar proved me wrong. We both made each other happy. We loved each other.

Turns out hopeless was just a state of mind.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I wanted to take you out," he answered. "Wherever you want to go. You hop in my passenger seat and I'll take you."

I thought about it for a moment before smiling wide. He noticed my smile and smirked down at me, "Where you wanna go, hermosa?"

"Your house," I answered, mischievously.

He raised his eyebrow.  "Oh, yeah?"

I nodded, biting my lip. "Yeah, but we gotta make two stops first."

We both hopped into his impala and drove off as all the Santos were whistling and yelling for Spooky to get some.

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MAY 23, 2014
3:59 PM

"Ramona, why the fuck are we at the middle school?" Oscar asked me, annoyed.

"We're getting our cute miniature friends!" I answered, excitedly.

"You mean you're including those kids on our date?" he questioned.

"Those kids consist of your brother and my sister," I mentioned, looking from the front door of the school to him. "And yes, I am."

I turned back to the door and I heard him mutter, "Pinche coqueta."

"I don't know Spanish, so I'm gonna assume you said, 'Oh my God, Ramona I love you so much'," I smiled back at him. "It's gonna be fun! Don't be such a bummer!"

He stared at me for a few seconds before his mouth turned upwards into a smile. "I'm sorry, mi amor. I know. I'm excited."

I went in to kiss him, but the sound of children's screams and voices made me turn my head to the building once again. I saw the group walk out and jumped out of the car, jumping up frantically so they would see me. Zahra, of course, noticed me first and a giant smile appeared on her lips as she began to run towards me.

"Mona!" she yelled.

The rest of the fam finally noticed me and smiles appeared on their faces too as they took off behind RaRa. I was immediately engulfed in many hugs as I squatted down to their eye level.

"Ramona!" Ruby yelled, holding me tight.

"Mona! I missed you!" Monse said, nuzzling my neck.

"You look gorgeous!" Jamal added, taking my face in his hands.

"Absolutely gorgeous!" Cesar added, kissing me on the cheek.

"You better back up off my girl, mano," Oscar sounded, coming around the back of the car.

"Oscar!" Cesar yelled, running to hug him.

"Why are you guys here?" RaRa asked, wild eyed.

"I thought it'd be cool if we all had a fun family night to celebrate the end of the school year!" I squealed, standing up. "Who wants to sing karaoke with Mr. Oscar and I?"

The kids erupted in cheers and I smiled, clapping my hands together. "Well, let's go!"

We stopped at my house and I made Zahra go in and get my karaoke machine from my closet. After she hopped back in with it we took off down the street towards the Diaz household. They all were arguing like siblings in the back the entire ride. I really don't know how they remain friends with all the arguing they do.

But then again, how do Cam and I?

Cause that's my bitch, that's why.

We pulled up to Oscar's and I could barely get out before the kids pushed the passenger chair up and ran into the house. The kids worked together to hook it up to the living room TV while I went to use the bathroom. When I came out the kid's were arguing on who was going to sing first while Oscar was in the kitchen making snacks.

"You guys better stop all that playing around! One of you is going to get hurt and I'm not taking no damn body to the hospital!" Oscar yelled and the kids immediately calmed down.

"You know, for someone who didn't want them around you're acting like a real dad right now," I spoke, leaning on the counter beside him as he poured chips into a bowl.

"No, I'm acting like someone who is not about to get yelled at by their annoying ass parents if one of them breaks their neck," he corrected, turning towards the fridge and taking out an armful of soda.

"Riiiiight," I dragged out, skeptically. He set the drinks down on the counter and I wrapped my arms around his neck and swayed us side to side. "You're such a dad, admit it! You loooove those kids. Admit it!"

"I love you," he said, pecking me on the lips.

"Of course you do," I nodded, letting go of his neck. I grabbed the bowl of chips and popped one in my mouth, shrugging, "I'm awesome."

He rolled his eyes and I walked to the living room and set the chips on the coffee table. "Who's going first?" I asked, falling onto the couch.

"Oscar!" Cesar pointed as he approached with a bunch of sodas.

"Definitely not. I'm here to watch," Oscar denied, sitting next to me.

Cesar frowned and I hit Oscar's shoulder. He winced and went to hold it. "What? I'm not singing, Mona!"

I sighed and turned towards a disappointed Cesar. "I'll get him to sing, baby boy. Promises."

He instantly smiled and nodded.

"I'll go first!" Jamal offered.

"Alright. Let's see what you got," I nodded, smiling.

"Wait!" Oscar interjected. We all looked at him. "Let's make this more interesting."

He disappeared down the hall and returned minutes later with a bunch of paper in his hands. He gave each of us a pile of five papers numbered one to ten.

"We're gonna make this a competition," he smirked, sitting next to me. The kids got even more excited (however that was possible) and Jamal went to pick his song on the machine.

He picked Love Song by Sara Bareilles.

We cheered for him and laughed as he sung the first verse as he danced around the living room.

"I'm not gonna write you a love song cause you asked for it, cause you need one. Ya see, I'm not gonna write you a love song cause you tell me it's make or break in this or you're on your way," he sung, clearly in his feelings. "If all you have is leaving I'm gon need a better reason to write you a love song today."

He finished the song and we all gave him a round of applause as he bowed. "Jamal, honey, are you crying?" I asked, slightly concerned. He wiped his cheek and quickly shook his no. Oscar was chuckling beside me and I kicked him.

"You're gonna stop hitting me," he complained, glaring at me.

"Stop hurting children's feelings!" I argued. He stuck his tongue out at me and I did the same before turning back to Jamal. "Time for your scores. Everyone hold yours up in three, two, one!"

10, 8, 7, 8, 7, 4.

"What the hell Oscar!" I said, smacking his paper down.

"It was a little pitchy," he shrugged.

"Okay," I nodded. "You go up there and do better, then."

"You know what? I will, but not because you told me to. Because I want to prove to you all what an amazing vocalist I am," he said, standing up.

"Get your ass up there, then!" I said, shooing him away.

He stepped over the table and bent down, picking a song on the machine.

Suavemente by Elvis Crespo sounded from the speakers.

"Suavemente, besame. Yo quiero sentir tus labios besadome otra vez," he began to serenade me. "Suavemente, besame. Yo quiero sentir tus labios besadome otra vez."

The instruments came in and he began to dance merengue. He reached for my hand and I gladly gave it to him as he pulled me to the front. We began stepping back and forth together to the beat as he sang. He spinned me around and I did the same to him, laughing as he sung out of tune and danced. I had no idea what he was saying, but I loved the song. I loved Oscar's dancing. I loved him.

The song eventually ended and the kids gave us a round of applause, holding up their scores.

9, 9, 9, 8, 10.

"Yes!" Oscar hissed, happily.

"They definitely didn't grade you on your singing," I said, falling back on the couch.

"Yes, they did. Don't hate on me, Mona," he dismissed my comment, sitting next to me again. I rolled my eyes.

"Monse! You're up."

She picked Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae.

"Ooh, don't you hesitate. Girl, put your records on. Tell me your favorite song. You go ahead, let your hair down!" she sung at the top of her lungs, moving quite off beat. She almost fell on Cesar a few times because she lost her balance, but all I could do was laugh.

She finished and her scores came in. 7, 10, 9, 8, 9, 7.

She sat down happily, passing off the microphone to Zahra.

I knew the song she was going to choose before she even chose it.

Crazy In Love by the one and only Beyonce.

"I look and stare so deep in your eyes. I touch you more and more every time. When you leave I'm begging you not to go. Call your name two or three times in a row!" she belted out, dancing around happily as she sung. "I talk to my friends so quietly, who he think he is? Look at what you did to me."

I gave her a giant round of applause when she finished and we voted.

9, 9, 9, 10, 9, 8.

She was rubbed her scores in Jamal's face before passing the mic to Ruby.

To my surprise, You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift began to play as Ruby got into position.

Not even Oscar could hold in his laugh as we watched Ruby dance around. At least he was on beat.

He got to the bridge and I swear I thought this boy had been through eight breakups by the way he was singing. "Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night! I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're bout to cry. I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams! Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me!"

He finished and everyone applauded, except Oscar. "Who hurt you, little man?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

He shrugged, giving the microphone to Cesar. "I was just feeling it, I guess."

"Please, watch over that one," he whispered to me as Cesar went through the list of songs. I rolled my eyes, chuckling.

"This one is dedicated to Mona," he announced through the microphone before pressing play.

When I Grow Up by the Pussycat Dolls began playing.

I immediately began to laugh as he started to sing. I was loving every second of this.

"Cause see when I was younger I would say...When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies. I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have groupies. Be on TV, people know me, be on magazines. Fresh and clean, number one chick when I step out on the scene!"

When he finally finished I gave him a standing ovation and a ten.

10, 8, 7, 7, 8, 8.

"Your turn!" Cesar said, happy with his scores as he handed me the microphone.

I went to the karaoke machine and scrolled until I found the perfect song. I clicked on it and got into position.

"They try to make me go to rehab, but I said no, no, no," I started, turning around dramatically. The kids yelled in support and I continued. "Yes, I been black, but when I come back you know, know, know."

I had fun skipping, dancing and twirling around the room as I sang. The kids' eyes all followed me in amazement as I went around the coffee table and fell on Oscar's lap, who was smiling wide at me.

"The man said, why you think you're here? I said, I got no idea," I sang, shrugging playfully, making the kids laugh. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby," I wrapped my arms around Oscar and he laughed, kissing my head. I smiled as I jumped off of him and continued, "So, I always keep a bottle neaaaaar."

"I don't ever want to drink again. I just, ooh, I just need a friend," I sang, taking my place up front again.

I finally finished the song and lowered the mic. Everyone's jaws were on the floor and I stood there, waiting for some form of movement.

"Sooooo," I dragged out, "Can I get my score?"

At the same time everyone's signs went up. Tens across the board.

"What? Really?" I asked, shook.

"Are you kidding?" Monse shrieked. "That was so good!"

"How could anyone compete with that?" Ruby added, disheartened before chugging a can of Coke like an alcoholic. Maybe he should've performed this song instead of me.

"Are you serious?" I asked, still not believing them.

Oscar nodded. "That was really good, babe. You have talent."

"You should sing instead of modeling!" Zahra exclaimed.

"Nah, I don't sing," I shook my head.

"That right there makes me believe otherwise," Jamal scoffed.

"You should really sing, Mona!" Zahra pressured.

"I'll think about it," I promised.

There was no way I was ever going to sing for serious.

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MAY 23, 2014
10:56 PM

We continued with karaoke for another hour or so before we all just hung out taking pictures and eating snacks.  The kids' parents wanted them home by ten, so they had to leave around an hour ago. Cesar wanted to sleepover at Jamal's so Oscar let him go home with him. I was super excited to spend the night with Oscar, but shortly after the kids left he got a call and left to take care of some situation that came up with the Santos.

I was sitting on the bed scrolling through all the pictures from today when I came up on one I really liked of me. I decided to post it.

After posting I continued to scroll through my timeline until I heard a sound coming from the kitchen. I set my phone down on Oscar's bed and slowly stood up. I heard some sort of banging coming from the kitchen and I instantly ran to Oscar's drawer and grabbed the small pocket knife he told me he keeps at the bottom under his clothes. I pressed the button and the blade flew out as I got into defense mode.

After all of my years living in Freeridge I knew how to defend myself. Especially since I was alone a lot of the time because my mom always had to stay late at the hospital. You had to be prepared to fight at all times. Cam and I, and well everyone in Freeridge knew this. It's why it made it into C & R's Freeridge Handbook.

Unwritten Rule #2:

Always keep some type of weapon in your home and always be prepared to use it.

Ten year old Monse had a bat that sat in her closet, Cam had a kitchen knife that sat under her mattress, Zahra had pepper spray and the fact she knew tae kwon do, I had a stun gun and a switch blade knife that was taped to the side of my headboard. And then Oscar had this knife (as well as many, many guns, but he doesn't let me use those, so this knife it is).

I inched closer to the door, opening it slowly so it didn't make any sound. I poked my head out and the hallway was clear, but I still heard shuffling from the kitchen so I stepped out, pressing my back against the wall.

I side stepped towards the front of the house, the noise getting louder. I re-adjusted my hand so I had a tighter grip on the knife. I heard glass break and I stiffened. A large figure came around the corner of the hallway and I quickly raised my knife and plunged it through the intruder's shoulder with a scream, tackling them to the ground.

The guy groaned in pain as I pulled the knife out. I was about to go in again until I finally got a good look at their face and my eyes went wide.

"Oscar?" I gasped, dropping the knife on the ground and covering my mouth.

His hand was over his wound as he looked at me, wide eyed. "Mona! What the fuck?" he yelled.

"What the hell, man!" I shrieked, "You can't just sneak up on me like that!"

"It's my house!" he defended, angrily.

"But you knew I was here!" I yelled back. "You didn't announce yourself or nothin! And then I heard the glass break I went into ultimate defense mode."

"Like I said, it's my house," he repeated, groaning in pain. "And I dropped a cup of water!"

"C'mon, let's get you to the bathroom," I said, kneeling next to him and helping him up.

We walked down the hall to the restroom and I sat him on the toilet seat. Blood was gushing from his wound and all over his hand. I quickly got the first aid kit from under the sink and set it on top.

"Take your shirt off-" I started but stopped seeing it was already off.

"Yeah," he sighed, looking up at me. "I know the drill."

I didn't speak on how sad it was that he already had been through this so many times at only eighteen. Just like I didn't speak on how hot he was shirtless.

I put the clean rag under the faucet water and rung it out before wiping around the wound to clean as much excess blood as I could. Once I finished that, I sterilized the wound and then stitched it up as best as I could. I put some gauze pads over it to keep the infections out before cleaning up everything. I ordered Oscar to go lay down as I trashed all the left over packaging and his bloody shirt. I even swept up the glass from the broken cup.

I picked up the knife that was still sitting on the floor and closed it as I walked back to his room. He was in his bed on his phone, but he set it down as I went to put the knife back in the drawer.

"Now you see why I don't let you use the guns," he smirked at me.

"It's not funny!" I snapped, feeling guilty. "I could've killed you, Oscar."

He shrugged, but winced because of his shoulder. He sat up instead, letting his feet hit the floor before looking me in the eye. "Anyone could've killed me, Mona. Anyone could've stabbed me. People have tried and people have. At least this time it was by a gorgeous, adorable girl," he flirted and I rolled my eyes.

"Stop," I dragged out, groaning. "I'm being serious!"

"I am too," he winked. I smiled and covered my face, getting flustered. A few seconds later I felt his hands on my wrists as he pulled them away from my face, looking down at me. "Please don't hide your gorgeous face from me. I just got stabbed, I need something to lift my spirits."

I laughed, but Oscar's lips on mine cut my laughter off. They were soft and he tasted like cigarettes, but I loved it. His exposed skin was hot and I never wanted him to part from me. But all good things must come to an end.

He pulled away, tucking a piece of my blue hair behind my ear. "Did your mom teach you how to do that?"

My breath caught in my throat at the mention of my mother. I hadn't thought about it in weeks thanks to Oscar. Now, I was thinking about her again thanks to him, too.

I nodded, looking down. "Yeah," I whispered.

"You can talk to me about her if you want," he said, grabbing my chin and lifting my head back up.

"I-I don't even know what I'd say," I shook my head, lightly pushing his hands from my face and walking around him.

"Of course you do," he said, turning around to face me. "It's your mom, Ramona. I know you have plenty to say about her."

I could feel the tears coming, but I pushed them down. "Oscar, I can't-"

"If my mom wasn't a drug addict who shot up more than she spent time with us and actually cared and took care of her children I wouldn't know when to shut up about her," he interrupted. I could tell he was getting upset that I didn't want to talk about her.

I closed my eyes, letting a tear fall before walking over to the bed and sitting down. I looked at the floor and sighed. "Ladybug," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. I looked up at him, a small smile on my face. "She called my Ladybug because of my freckles. She said when I had been in the sun a lot and they were really present they reminded her of the dots on a ladybug."

I began to cry and Oscar rushed beside me and took me in his arms. "You don't have to tell me anything else-"

"No, I need this," I said sobering up and pulling away to wipe my eyes. I took a breath before starting again. "Her favorite color was blue because that was the color of the sky on a sunny day. She always was humming or singing or talking, but it never got annoying. Her voice and presence was so calming. Her and Cam would always talk fashion when she would spend the night, it almost was as if she was trying to steal my friend from me," I chuckled, sadly. "We never fought about anything. The only time was when I turned sixteen and got my motorcycle. She didn't want me to have it. She said she would help me pay for a regular car if it meant I didn't drive that 'death trap' around, but I was so stubborn about it. I refused to stop driving it and we didn't speak for three days because of that. Looking back at it, it was so stupid. I could've had three extra days with my mom, but I wanted to be a bitch about it when she was just concerned for my safety."

"It's okay, Mona," Oscar assured me, "Kids fight with their parents all the time. I can't count how many times I fought with my dad while he was still alive."

I looked over at him. "About what? The Santos?"

He nodded. "Them. What was best for Cesar. Me never being good enough for him no matter how hard I tried," he shrugged. "A lot of shit I don't need to talk about right now because we're talking about you."

His father died in March - a month before my mother died. Just like her, he got got in the middle of a shootout with the Prophets. Oscar took over after his death, not only with the gang, but with Cesar. It was why he was sleeping that one day in the library. He was tired. I could see in it in his eyes. He didn't want to be a leader. He didn't want to be a soldier, but it was all he knew. It's what his dad made him.

"Do you miss him?" I questioned.

"Sometimes," he answered, honestly. "Most of the time, though, no. Not really. Not like you miss your mom."

"You didn't cry when he died?"

He shook his head. "The man was a terrible person. I don't think he had one ounce of love in his body. Not for me or Cesar or even mom. The only thing he loved was his gang."

Oscar had told me about how his dad used to beat on them, even Cesar. When their mother turned to drugs he didn't even bother going to look for her on her binges. The guys would find her passed out somewhere and bring her back to the house.

He didn't care about them. Oscar got straight As in school, I saw that firsthand with all the advanced classes he was in. But his father didn't care about anything but grooming him to be the next leader when he died. That's all he saw him as. A successor. Never a son.

I couldn't imagine what that must have been like. My drug addict father was trash, too, but thankfully, he took his mess with him when he left. Once he was gone, it was just me and my mother. We had peace. Something Oscar had never experienced. For him, it was only abuse and violence.

I was always so mad at the two warring gangs for ruining my childhood and taking my innocence - my peace that I felt I was entitled to as a child, but the truth was, they took Oscar's way earlier than they ever came close to taking mine.

That was clear to anyone who looked at him. Like really looked at him.

I stared at the defeated man in front of me and I decided to ask him something I'm sure no one had ever asked him before.

"Baby," I spoke, breaking the silence. He hummed, looking at me. "What's your dream?"

He knew mine. I wanted to know his.

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Like what did you want to be?" I clarified. "When you dream of a perfect life, what is it that you're doing? What is it like?"

He thought about it for a moment. "I'm with you and we're happy." I smiled. God, I love you. "I'm a successful ass chef," he added. "You know, I had plans to go to that magnet school in Pasadena a couple years back. All my teachers wrote me recommendation letters. I was thinking about it. Just leave all of this behind. These fools barely leave Freeridge anyways. I stay low, get my degree. No one would've found me."

"Why didn't you?" I wondered.

"I couldn't leave Cesar here alone."

Oscar's love for that boy warms my heart everyday. Before moving in with the Daniels I couldn't imagine giving up so much for one person. I couldn't imagine the self-given responsibility of taking care of a younger sibling. But now, with the relationship I made with Zahra, I understood. I couldn't ever leave her in a situation like that. I would kill anyone who threatened a hair on that little girl's head. I would give up everything for her.

An idea came to my head and I stood from the bed and picked up the notebook that was lying on the floor. I ripped a piece of paper out, throwing the notebook back on the ground, before walking over to the dresser where a big stack of mail sat. I found an empty envelope and grabbed it. I took the pen sitting on his bedside table and plopped back down on the bed, this time facing him with my legs criss-crossed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at me confused.

"My mom always told me that writing things down or speaking them into the universe helped them come true," I said, writing the date on the top of the notebook paper. I looked up at him. "We're going to get our dreams, Os. The world owes us that much. This is just to speed the process along."

He laughed. "You really believe writing this down is going to magically get me out of the life and make me a chef? You think it's gonna turn you into a superstar?" he asked, incredulously.

I nodded. "Hell yeah I do."

I began writing and Oscar watched me as I moved the pen across the paper. I finally finished and read it aloud to him. I signed the bottom of the page, passing the pen to him so he could too. Once he was done he passed the paper back to me.

"You really think this is going to work?" he asked.

"Yep," I nodded, putting the paper inside the envelope. "Do you have duct tape?"

He nodded, reaching into the bedside table drawer and pulling a roll out. He tossed it to me and I caught it before ripping a piece off and using it to seal the envelope.

"How do you say, 'Mona and Oscar's Dreams Inside. Please be gentle with me' in Spanish?" I asked.

"Los sueños de Mona y Oscar dentro. Por favor, con cuidado conmigo," he answered.

I stared at him blankly and he rolled his eyes as he began to spell, "L. O. S...."

I wrote as he spelled everything out and when he was done I dropped the pen and held up the envelope, happily. "Our dreams are in here," I said, standing up. "Now, it's of the utmost importance we keep this safe, so the universe can grant our wishes."

I opened his bedside table drawer and gently placed the envelope inside. I closed it and turned to him, pointing at it. "Protect this piece of furniture with your life, Os. Our dreams are in there."

He laughed before nodding. "Maybe I should change my street name to The Protector of Dreams."

"I think it's hot," I shrugged, smirking.

He rolled his eyes before asking me, "You want to watch a movie?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I'll let you choose this time."

"Blood In, Blood Out!" he yelled, running out of the room to the front. I laughed, following behind him.

But before I walked into the hallway I stopped at the bedroom doorway. I looked back at the drawer, saying one final wish in my head.

Universe, please find our letter.
Please, be kind to us.

I turned the light off, letting the room be covered in darkness before closing the door behind me.

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Translations:

  • hermosa? → beautiful?

  • Pinche coqueta → Fucking tease

  • Suavemente, besame. Yo quiero sentir tus labios besadome otra vez. → Gently, kiss me. I want to feel your lips kiss me one more time.

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decided to give u guys a cute, pure, fluffy chapter bc shits about to go down.

that last scene was one of my favs to write bc its so cute & sets the foundation for basically the entire last act.

and dont worry, you'll see what she wrote in a later chapter.

  ↓ oscar was in there judging ten year olds like...  ↓

[simon cowell who? we only know an oscar diaz]

mona: *stabs oscar in his own house*
mona: u can't sneak up on me like that!
oscar: