Milan

I walked out of my room, rapidly drying my hair with a towel.

I'm going to regret doing this to my hair.

Mikey sat on the couch with a bowl of chips on his lap, stuffing them in his face, causing crumbs to fall everywhere.

"Oyé! Vigile estos fulanos!" [Hey! Watch those crumbs!]

"Whatever, I'll clean it up." He waved me off dismissively.

"You better." I hissed and continued to dry my hair.

He looked at me and scrunched up his face at me. "You shouldn't do that to your hair...it gets frizzy."

"I know that." I rolled my eyes and he stuck his tongue out at me and I returned the gesture and walked to my room.

"Usted sabe, lo que detecté?" He called from the other room. [You know what I noticed?]

"What?" I asked as I threw the towel aside and assessed the damage. I inwardly groaned and picked up my detangling brush.

And the real challenge begins...

"Elliot likes you." He stood at my door with the bowl of chips while smirking.

I rolled my eyes and gave my head a painful tug with the brush. Okay...ow...
"No he does not." I blinked a few times to let the tears that formed in my eyes to fall. "What makes you say that?"

"It's obvious, sis. Dude reeks of desperation." He crunched up some more chips. "Ish in de way he looks at oo." He said with a full mouth.

I shook my head. Elliot and I are cool. Childhood friends. I see him as family, an older brother. Anything past that seems...weird.

I brushed downwards on my hair...again...Lord help me... I feel the new set of fresh tears coming. "So..ow...where are you planning on going with ow...Luke?" I asked in between brushes.

Gawd this hurt like a mofo....And he's going to say play video games...

"Going to his house to play video games." He looked at me. Knew it!

"How long are you planning on being out? Because your curfew is at ten."

"I know that." He said impatiently. "You're telling me this why?"

I turned around to fully face him, looking him in the eyes. "Because. I know you. You are not going to that party, in Wolf territory tonight." I smirked as I saw the surprised expression spread across his face. "Yes, I know about your little plan."

" ¡Esto está tan injusto! ¿Por qué puedo hacer algo?!" He shouted as he stormed away. [This is so unfair! Why can't I do anything?!]

"Because you can't be trusted, Mikey." I walked out after I was done detangling my hair.

"What happened was three years ago! It's 2018 Mils! I'm changed! I can be trusted!" He looked at me.

"How?" I crossed my arms.

"My curfew can be moved to twelve and I'll take a guard with me to keep me out of trouble." He grinned hopefully.

I closed my eyes. I have to think about this. So many possibilities. I let him go to that Wolf party he gets initiated...I don't let him go, he'll sneak out and he'll get initiated regardless...

I rubbed my temples in frustration and looked at him as he watched me carefully. Mom forgive me. I huffed.

"You can go to the party tonight and you can have a guard to go along with you. He must accompany you at all times, Mikey." I said with all seriousness.

He smiled broadly and hugged me. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" He kissed my cheek. "And if you weren't my sister, I'd so smash you, you know that right?"

"Ewww...cochino. Let me go." I pushed him back. [nasty]

He gave me another kiss on the top of my head and took out his phone. He let it ring a few times before the person on the other line picked up. "Luke guess what?!...Mils is letting me go tonight!.....I KNOW RIGHT!! Huh? Oh here she is..." He handed me his phone.

I took it out of his hand and put it up to my ear. "Yes?" I answered blandly.

"Hello, sweet cheeks." He practically purred...or at least he thought he did. It took everything in me to not snort.

"Wh-what do you want?" I tried holding in a laugh.

"Just telling the love of my life thank you for making tonight lit!" He said loudly.

I pulled the phone away from my ear scrunching up my face a little. "Uh-huh. De nada is that all?" I rolled my eyes and handed the phone back to Mikey.

I swear he seriously needs help.

Mikey got up and walked away and I laid my head on the armrest, feeling tired. I blinked a couple of times and before I knew it, I fell asleep.
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I woke up to this strange tickling sensation and an annoying buzzing sound. Slowly opening my eyes, I reached for my phone in my back pocket.

Pulling the screen to my face, I hissed in pain from the brightness of the phone. I got a message.

Dick Fuentes: I'm coming over, be ready to leave.

I stared at the phone and blinked slowly a couple of times. I know this...this person is not ordering me around! I have to sleep on my stomach because of him!

I scoffed and buried my face back into the pillow. I honestly want to give up on this job already and it hasn't even been a full three days.

And wait...this apartment is too silent...where's that little brat?

I put both feet on the carpet and stood up to walk, but instead, gravity wanted to be a biotch and I slid backwards onto my butt.

My butt cried out for justice as I hissed in pain. I pulled myself to sit on my knees to see what I slipped on....a piece of gosh darned paper... I picked it up and read it.

Hey Gorgeous,
By the time you're reading this, you have already slipped on your ass and is currently reading this note.(hahaha) Don't worry about me, I left with Luke.
-Mikey

When he gets home, I'm going to add to all those bruises he's going to get.

I pulled myself off of the floor and laid on my side on the couch.

I'm going to read this book on Wattpad called the Lost Pup....(haha had to|°з°|) and he's can kick cans for all I care.