[ 9 ] Coming Home

After having breakfast together, some of the guys came to invite us to go see the town. Gio was excited to go, but I decided otherwise. I had heard many stories that Mexico city was very dangerous, and walking around with a bunch of famous footballers was just begging for trouble. And even though we had been away from home for approximately one day, I already missed Guadalajara. Gio agreed with me on that. He had only arrived from Spain and wanted to spend some time with his folks before heading back to the old continent.

A lot of the other footballers and their girlfriends went out, while Giovani and I packed our things to return home. 

As we left the city, we stopped at a gocery store and got things for the poor families who lived in the outskirts. The children were very excited to play football with Gio, but we told them we needed to get back home.

We made it back to Guadalajara by early afternoon. Giovani dropped me off at my house before leaving to his own house. 

The moment I walked past the front door, my mother and sister shot up from their seat on the couch and went to interrogate me. "How was the presidential dinner with Giovani?" My sister asked with excitement, adding with slight drop of her smile. "Jona never took me anywhere that nice. And the very last time we went out together, he didn't even have the decency to drop me off here. He left me at the mall and dad had to go get me." 

"That was because you two got into such a big argument that you dumped your bowl of frozen yogurt on his head and told him to go to hell." I reminded her.

My sister Giselle shrugged her shoulders. "He said that Chivas es la puta que Atlas disfruta," Chivas is the slut that Atlas fucks, "I couldn't let him get away with insulting my team like that. He needed to learn that some jokes, as he called it, aren't funny. The Atlas fans use that song to poke fun at Chivas."

"Well Liliana was telling me Jona just got permission from FCB to go on vacation for a couple of weeks, so he'll be coming here." Mrs. Noval explained, wiggling her eyebrows at her oldest daughter. "Maybe you two can patch things up."

Giselle shook her head. "No thanks. I won't date a guy who hates the team I love."

"Tough." I sighed, adding casually. "Because I heard Jona has been single ever since you two broke up."

"Really?" She asked, her eyes showing a momentary sparkle before she went back to acting indifferent. "That's nice, I guess. But honestly, I'm sure he's still the same a-hole he was when we broke up."

I nodded in agreement. Though I knew Jona was a pretty nice guy, the opposite could be said about Giovani. He was always trying to get on my nerves. "Giovani too." I told her. "Maybe it runs in the dos Santos family."

"But isn't it true that when kids pick on each other, they're in love?" My mom pointed out.

I shot her a look. "Mom, we're all in our twenties. We are not kids."

-

Jonathan arrived in Guadalajara two days later, and I hadn't heard from Giovani in those two days until he called to let me know his brother was in town. It seemed Liliana and Geraldo wanted my family to be there to greet him, since their sons and my sister and I had grown up together until Giovani and Jona moved to Europe to pursue their dreams.

At the airport, Giselle had her arms crossed over her chest and her foot tapped on the ground impatiently. "I bet he's taking long on purpose so we can all wonder where he is." She muttered, chewing on her bottom lip.

"You're nervous to see him, aren't you?" I asked.

"Pfft, no." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Mhm." I smirked.

But her eyes avoided mine. Instead she looked around until she spotted something. "Lets go buy something from that shop over there."

To add irony to the whole situation, my sister wanted to get frozen yogurt. We each chose our flavor, put toppings on it, and paid before returning to our family. By that time, Jona was already there, and he was in the middle of hugging his mother when he saw us.

Jona smiled wide at me when he pulled away from his mom. "Kamila! Look how much you've grown. You were a  kid when I last saw you." He said as he brought me in for a hug.

I giggled at his words. "Que exagerado!" How exaggerated! "You're only like two years older than me. And the last time you saw me was when you were dating Giselle, which, if I remember correctly, was not too long ago."

"And where is Giselle?" He asked, trying to sound casual.

We broke away from our embrace and I turned to point her out, sitting behind my parents, eating her frozen yogurt. When she caught us staring at her, she shot up from her seat clumsily.

Jona saw the cup of yogurt in her hand and hid behind me, "Frozen yogurt." He gulped.

Giselle scoffed. "You're such a girl, Jonathan."

"And you're still crazy." He argued.

"I told you we should have gotten icecream sandwiches or milkshakes." I told my sister.

From behind us, I felt Giovani wrap an arm around my shoulders and the other around his younger brother's shoulders. "Now that we're all together, like we used to when we were growing up, we should go out and have fun. Vamonos de antro, gueyes." He said with a grin, let's go clubbing, motherfuckers. Typical thing Giovani would suggest.

But Jona seemed up for the idea as well. "We should. Me voy a poner bien pinche pedo. No alcohol in Spain beats un buen tequilita Mexicano. And then maybe then Giselle will relax after she drinks a few shots of tequila. But as I remember, she had no alcohol tolerance." When Jonathan and Giselle used to date, they often went clubbing together with Giovani and his girlfriend. My parents didn't catch her at first, but when they did, I remember seeing her climb out her bedroom window to sneak out with him.

Giselle snorted at his comment. "That's funny because I remember you  being the alcohol intolerant one, half brazilian."

"The Mexican half of me can drink just as much as you." Jona argued.

"I won't believe it 'til I see it." She told him.

But I shook my head at the suggestion. "I don't drink."

The only time I had done so was at my sister's quince party and I felt so sick and dizzy that I vowed I would never drink again. I almost wanted my parents to listen in on the conversation to ruin our plans, but they were too busy talking to Geraldo and Liliana. 

Giovani chuckled. "Ay, no seas tan monja." Don't be such a nun. "Come on. The drinking age in Mexico is eighteen. You're like two years beyond the legal drinking age."

"Yeah." Jona nodded in agreement with his brother, "Join us, Kam. It'll be fun, just like old times."

"We didn't used to go out partying when we were kids." I pointed out. Back then, before they had moved to Europe and we were about ten years old, we all played children's games like hide and seek. Gio had even taught me how to play football. But then he got rejected for the Rayados de Monterrey youth team and went to try his luck at FC Barcelona. 

He glared at me playfully, "I meant hanging out together."

"Okay." I finally agreed, pointing my index finger at the two of them. "But you two are responsible for my safety."

"Prometido." The two brothers assured me.

Our conversation was soon interrupted by our parents who told us it was time to head home. But I had to admit, I had never gone clubbing, and was excited for what the night would bring.

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a new update for this story. i thought it needed one. and omg, its so fucking hot in LA today. i feel like im dying. tomorrow i have a meeting with my prodessor for my summer job and i am so done bc she wants to meet every friday and monday. i understand friday bc we have the whole week to work and then summarize everything at our meeting. but monday? wtf. i dont do shit for the job/project on the weekend. there is such a thing as resting. 

im so done with meeting on monday. and since my summer school class ended, she wants to meet at 10am. THE FUCKING BUS LEAVES AT 8am. i have to get up at fucking seven in the morning to get there on time at fucking 10am. 

unfair. but enough of my bitching. i hope you all like the update. i love you!

-clary xx