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On the walk home, I was so nervous. My parents are going to be royally pissed. And what scares me the most is that I've never really seen them mad before. Whoever wrote "ignorance is bliss" and "what you don't know can't hurt you" was either a damn fool, or just playing a cruel joke on the rest of us that might actually believe him. Not knowing is scary as hell.
"You hungry or something?" Felipe asked, with an amused look on his face.
"What?" I asked, confused. It was muffled considering I was chewing on my fingernail. Came out more like "buhh?"
He chuckled. "You've been devouring your fingernails the whole way. Dios Tilly! by the time we get home, you'll have no finger left to put the ring on!"
"Haha, Felipe, very funny. But I'm not really in the mood for jokes, ya know," I replied honestly.
"Sorry, it's just...I've spent so long trying to keep all the guys away from you- and when I say all, I mean all, including Oscar- that I dont know, it's just weird. My little sis is getting married. Hard to get used to the thought. Man, I think I liked your idea back there with Oscar."
We both burst out into a fit of hysterics until I realized we had stopped. Right in front of our apartment building.
If sweating were an Olympic sport, I'd get the gold medal. Actually I'd get 2nd, considering my English teacher makes talking seem like a workout with the amount he perspires. But 2nd is pretty good right? Argh, enough with all my nervous babbling.
"You ready?" Felipe asked.
He rolled his eyes. "You know, you're gunna have to face them sometime, chica," he said as he started tugging me into the complex.
"Let the flames begin," I mumbled.
When we got up three flights of stairs to our floor, Felipe told me to wait at the end of the hall while he went to talk to our parents.
As he walked through the door, I could hear my mom's histerical crying. Wow. Either she missed me, or was just upset things were going her way. I bet option B's the winner. Oh well, we'll find out soon enough.
Besides my mom's wailing, they were too far away for me to make out what they were saying. After a minute of waiting, Felipe's head popped out into the hall and he motioned for me to come inside.
I slowly dragged my feet across the floor until I reached our door. Taking a deep breath, I walked inside.
And was immediately engulfed in a huge hug from my mom.
"Oh my baby I was so worried about you! Thank Dios you're ok! Who knows what could have happened to you!" she slurred out.
My second hug today. Strange. Or third, if you count the time I pummeled my brother. But the hug from my brother was normal. We're as tight as a fat man in spandex.
I pulled away from her, and looked at my dad.
"So?" I said.
"Well..." he began, "First off, I'm glad you came back. Your brother filled me in on what he told you. So...any questions?"
"Well, let me get this straight. You're giving my hand in marriage to your lawyer's son in order to pay off what you owe him, because you have no money. Correcto?" I clarified.