How much dirt do you think it takes to make a country? It's got to be, like, at least eight dirt right. What the fuck am I even talking about-
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"Hola cariña, estoy en casa! Qué- 𝘶𝘩, hello there?" Antonio walks in and closes the front door, staring at these three strangers.
"Is this a regular sleep over or an orgie?" Ah yes, the miraculous throw pillow- known for the elusive throwning.
"Papí, I hate you so much!" He walked in with a chuckle. "It's my job to make you hate me!"
The short haired blond one with a scrunched face tilted his head at him, "Fuck, who's this fucker?" Antonio sends a deadpan look at his daughter, who was trying to lean back and 'act natural'. She's a horrible actor and he was sure it was on purpose half the time.
"Uh, hola papí, these are my friends." She shrugs at him, gestures at them and he rolls his eyes.
"Okay, sure preciosa, who're your new 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 friends?" He dumps his work bag onto the table by the front door, Alfred pipes up with a small, "What is a press sososososo-"
She clears her throat loudly, trying to stall for time. Isn't really everyday you get to accuse people about your mother's mysterious uncovered past; gotta make it perfect. "Well, they're from out of town, like, waaay out of town. The tall one is Gilbert, the loud one is Alfred, and the chill one is Matthew!" He nods at her, Alfred continues on in the background, and her dad heads into the small kitchen for tea.
"And, they have a lot in common with me! Like being stupid and rolling around the beach, but much worse than I am." He scoffs. Very doubtful. "Plus, they- uh, they have gems. Just like me." Antonio dips over insight from behind the counter, his eye brows rasied high. "And, uh, yeah I think that's it."
"so sosos asoaso so-" Fucking Alfred, is this kid okay? Like ever??
"Are you serious, mulata?" She nods. He steps out hums to himself with brows down. He walks out with a container of brewed tea and sets it on the coffee table. "Maybe..."
Matt and Maira make room for him on the sofa. "Maybe what?" She asks. He blows hair out of his face and leans his head ontop of hers.
"Maybe you should bring them to your uncles? The ones that live down by the private beach." Matt gravitates closer with a curious gaze.
"What are uncles and why would we go to it?" Antonio smiles at him.
"soso? What am I doing again?" Gil shrugs at him and Matt kicks his back causing him to whine.
"Uncles and aunts are your parents siblings usually, but they can sometimes be just a family friend. Maira's two uncles live over in the temple!" Matt shakes his head up and down but still looks confused as a smol pupper trying to figure out how the front and back door are actually different. She snorts at him.
Turning back to her dad, she asks him, "How are they gonna help though?" He purses his lips childishly, making weird hand gestures and movements like any Hispanic does. "Oh my god they're gems too aren't they!" He chuckles and sighs. "I knew they were always being too weird."
"Yeah. They were good friends with Bis for a reason." He grabs a cup of tea and looks off. "You should go anyways. It's been a while since we've visited."
You could practically see the stars in her eyes and hear the awesome adventure montage music in her head. "Yes, yes, yes! C'mon, vamanos muchatalatas-" She springs off the furniture, drags Matt up with her, and almost stumbles all over Al and Gil.
"Owie, careful! I'm a luxury only few can afford, van Maanen." "Yes! Watch out for my Diamond!" She giggles and pulls whoever is closes with her. Antonio laughed at his daughter's antics.
The full gems stand by the door when Maira runs off over into her room, making Matt throw his head back and let out a low monotone groan at being stopped. She races back to the entrance of small home with a drawstring backpack on her and a iphone in her hand. Because she's a basic apple biotch and proud.
"Okay we're off then. Adíos papí, don't forget to eat the meatloaf because today's literally the last day it's good. I ain't making stuff for it to go back, you hear!"
He yells in agreement, "Yes, I get it! No fast food." All four gems leave him behind in the apartment and Maira locks the door while simultaneously chatting up someone.
"Who's this Papee and what're you doing with your transformation device?" Gil seemed interested as they headed down the stairs and start their ten minute walk to the beach boardwalk area. "He's who rasies me because he made me and I'm texting my friend Matthias." She visually shudders at the horrible slaughter of the Spanish language.
"Oh cool! Are you going to take us to meet these Uncles of yours?" She noded. "And this Matthias too?" "Yuppy duppers." "I'm just going to assume that means yes."
She stops them all by a pizza parlor and walks in. "Hey Mr Wang! We need an order for seven this time." A man behind a counter 'tch's at her.
"Are you going to pay for that?" Maira fails uselessly like a slug hanging from a tree "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦! And like three years ago at that." She pouted.
He 'hmmf'ed. "Well your loud one isn't here yet so whoever these dog farts are, keep them tame." She saluted at him goofily. "Will do!"
They sit down at a small table and wait for a few until the door swings open with a ding and a blond with spiky hair strides in. "Hey Mai! Ooo, are these the dudes?"
"Yup! And we're going over to the Tantalizing Temple~." He gasps dramatically like this was big news. They snicker together while the gems look confusingly at each other.
"So there're more gems here on Earth? I thought we were supposed to be the only ones?" Gil whispers into Matt's ears and Alfred shoves him a bit.
"Guys fuck off! Nothing said anything about any gems left over in the databanks, okay? We can just coast this over. I'm pretty sure that from the way Papee was talking about then they're kind of stuck here like us." Alfred let out an 'ooh', Gil blew a raspberry.
"Fine but I swear if we die- I'm poofing you first."
"You can't poof me if we're already shattered."
"My Diamond can do whatever he likes!"
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