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"Another one?" Sarah ask raising an eyebrow. "It's like 10th one!"
"Yeah quinceañeras are common in a Mexican family" i say shrugging. "Obviously my whole family contributed to this. But I got location and my mom decorations."
"But I know my mom is going to do weird shit with it so I'm just going to hire someone" I say to Sarah. I lean against the pier.
"Mom sent me the color scheme and theme" I say honestly.
"How much are they charging?" She asks.
The boys went on a weird mission to get a man to talk that's in federal prison.
I think that translates to we're beating a guy up for info but I'm not entirely sure.
"650 for service. 4500 dollars budget" I reply. Her eyes widen "dang you guys would be millionaires if you guys saved all that"
"I mean I'm decorating the rancho" I say shrugging.
"The rancho is your back yard?" She asks. I nod, my mom wanted my house to have a ranch type thing in my back yard. Of course I brought in designers to help me out.
"James and you have been getting cozy" Sarah says smirking and changing the subject.
"Eh, he kinda just showed up and was like this is my place now" I say not really caring. "I mean I don't mind the company"
"He looks...less what's the word...grumpy?" Sarah says questioning herself.
"He looks less disturbed" she finally decides.
"I guess, He isn't open with me" I say sharing my problems. "Im not jumping to ask what's bothering him every twenty milliseconds."
"I think it's similar to when you're on the brim of tears and someone asks you if you're okay" I say explaining "and then the flood gates open"
"Except my family would probably be chanting "quiere llorar, quiere llorar" i reply. (She wants to cry, she wants to cry).
"Your family scares me sometimes" she says honestly. I help her distribute the ice for the fish to remain fresh in.
"Not as much as your grandma" I say. "I will forever trust an old black lady"
"I swear that women had the cure to cancer" I say to Sarah. Sarah rolls her eyes. "Okay Mimi"
"Hey!" I wack her arm with a fish I grabbed from the bucket. We've been arranging them into the ice. "Have some respect. That name was given to me by your grandma"
"I know" Sarah says talking the fish aggressively from my hand and placing it on the ice.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the.." I cut her off.
"Nope It's my day off. Lovely Tuesday's and Sunday's" I say smiling evilly.
"You're going to sell the boat?" I ask looking at the old piece of metal.
"Yup, I'm making 5 and wasting 10 everyday" she says wiping the sweat off her forehead. I finish placing fish and go look at the boat.
"I don't think you should sell it" I say honestly. I grew up with them on this boat.
"You're just like Sam full of sentimental crap" she says "I can't afford it anymore"
"Take a picture it'll last longer" she says. "Literally" she says looking at the rust.
"I grew up on this boat. My brother Pablo fell of this very ledge" I say remembering and patting the side of the boat.
"Fell? You shoved him off" Sarah says squinting her eyes.
"And he learned how to swim" I say defensively. "best older sister ever"
"He's only a year and a half younger than you" She says defending him.
"Who's side are you on?" I huff crossing my arms.
"You can't sell this piece of junk" I say hopping on it. "It holds a special place in this scars symbolic heart"
I point to the scar on my eyebrow making me look like a baddie. It's not an interesting story. I rammed head first into a glass table we used to have.
It slit my eyebrow open. Blood was dripping everywhere and my mom grabbed me and put lemon and sugar into the wound.
Yeah I blacked out for a couple seconds due to the pain but I didn't go to the ER.
Sure enough the wound closed on its own. I was back once again to being a normal looking kid with a bad ass scar. Hair doesn't grow there anymore.
"It's just sitting there taking up space" Sarah says pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I'm doing everything I can. Sam can't accept it he's gone to the back to get a loan" she says venting.
"We came back with nothing" she says sarcastically. "It isn't possible to keep things like their going now"
"Yeah" I agree. I really could buy it off her hands. But Knowing Sarah she won't let me.
"You inviting Bucky and Sam?" She asks changing the subject.
"Oh yeah I'm just waiting to tell them when they get back" I reply. She nods "sam is going to be excited. Your moms coming over?"
I nod my head. "Yea my mom always had a favorite"
"Sam" we say at the same time. I chuckle "even Pablo felt like a second choice"
"I did too!" Sarah comments. "Pinching his cheeks and making him eat like crazy"
"Oh god" I say already getting second hand embarrassment.
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