Carlos

𝐔𝐒𝐀 🇺🇸

The Street was buzzing with activities even at the late hour of the night. it was half past ten, Carlos, your best friend, promised he would call you to let you know if he got home safe.

Your hair was up in a messy bun as you worked on something. You closed your laptop and dialed Carlos' number.

.....𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋..... '𝒽ℯ𝓎．．𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓁ℴ𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝒽ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓌， 𝑔ℴ 𝒷ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯℴ𝓃ℯ ℯ𝓁𝓈ℯ， ℴ𝓇 𝓉ℯ𝓍𝓉 𝓂ℯ． 𝒜𝒹𝒾ℴ𝓈’

...𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏...

A long beep sound followed. you rolled your eyes as you realised he was probably doing something stupid again. you grabbed a jacket and walked out your apartment, you knew where Carlos would be. Some stupid underground club, wasting his time away.

Carlos De la Cruz was a notorious bad boy. He rode mortocycles, loved cars, and failed school. 'The Street's my home' You could hear his ridiculous words as you drove. He never knew how to take care of himself. you felt like his mom most times.

Your friends always wondered why you put up with Carlos. They thought of him as mean, selfish, ungrateful, and unlovable.

You knew Carlos much more than that. Carlos was only usually nice to you and a few others. No one else knew about his sweet side.

He kept you close because you didn't budge when he repeatedly pushed you away. His guard broke when it came to you.

You drove over to the underground club, and got out the car and headed to the door. some bouncers asked for an ID. you weren't 21 yet and you just rolled your eyes and walked past. Sassy girl, they thought, but they didn't stop you. They knew you were Carlos's homegirl.

You walked through the club, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled your nose, nothing you weren't used to. You searched for Carlos and finally found him, almost passed out, multiple bottles around him, a cigarette hanging on his lips.

He spotted you walking over to him, your face a mix of annoyance and amusement. You were ready to scold you and he was ready for your reign of 'friendly' insults. He smiled drunkenly. He looked a little sheepish and embarassed at being caught in such a state by you, after you had told him times without number to quit his rugged life. While you yelled at him in the middle of the club, he stood up slowly, trying to calm you down, even though he was the one who was high!

"Ma, calm down, you're getting all worked up over nothing, it's all good, really, just relax Mami"