Groff-Miranda/Miranda-Groff

Forty Two

*Cici's P.O.V*

"Okay, morenia, this is your room, that's my room there, Lanie's is there and that's Marco's across from there."
My aunt kept showing me around the house, smiling brightly. I don't think she understood that this was actually hurting me. As far as she knew, I was her brother's daughter, excited to be in this new home.
I smiled as I walked in. The walls were blank, the carpet was black, the bed was pushed against the wall, void of windows. My smile fell.
My two cousins, Lanie and Marco were sitting on the bed, whispering to themselves.
"We have some rules." My aunt's husband, Cole, said, looking down at my suitcases as I started pulling articles of clothing out. Before he could open his mouth, Lanie, the eleven year old nun started talking.
"You know, that skirt is too short." She said, looking at her daddy. "That's rule one, right?"
"Yes. Rule one is no skirt above the knee-"
"I'm sorry?" I asked. My skirt fell above my knee, something that I wore to church. "Below the knee skirts isn't something I do. Ever."
"Well, you have to." Lanie said. "And your shirts can't be too tight that if you slip your hand in from the top you can clearly see your fingers."
Well, between those two rules half my wardrobe was ruled out.
"And," the nun continued. "If we can see your collar bone you can't wear that shirt. And no heels above one inch. And no excessive makeup. And-"
"That's enough." I said, throwing my hands in surrender. "We need to go clothes shopping."
"Rule two is no boyfriends." Cole continued.
"I'm sorry. I've been in this relationship for four years, on and off. There's no way that I'm just gonna stop it because the people who took me away from my family don't want me to see him. I love him."
"Well, you can't." This time it was Marco.
"Rule three, we go to church every Sunday."
I sighed in relief. "That's not an issue for me. I already go to Saint Paul's every weekend."
"Oh no, morena." Aunt Daniela said. "We're baptists."
I nearly screamed.
"I'm not a baptist. Take me away from my family, fine. My friends? Fine. My home? FINE! You can't talk me from my religion!" I yelled.
I scared them enough to make an exception.
"You'll be going to a school down the road-"
"I'm finishing junior year at my online school. The teachers are top-notch, better than some private schools have. I will not be leaving half-way through junior year." I said crossing my arms.
Daniela and Cole sighed, seeing that this was a battle they wouldn't win.
"I also have a job." I continued. "I'm a stage caller every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and whenever there are Sunday shows at the Richard Rodgers.
"That's across the bridge in Manhattan!"
"Manhattan and Staten Island aren't that far away." I sighed.
"Now, as we discussed, I need to get dressed because I'm going to go see my favorite actor do his last show in my favorite musical. If you would please all leave the room." I said, starting to shed my shirt. They fled quickly.
I pulled on a pink Calvin Klein dress, some jewelry, three inch heels (I was 5'5" now, happy) and what I considered light makeup, but when I stepped out into the family room, the family started praying. I broke every rule.
I stepped into the fading sunlight outside, smiling at Gabe.
"Excuse me, miss, have you seen my girlfriend? Apparently she lives here, but you're here. Why don't you get in the car before she shows up?"
"You really need to work on your flirting skills." I laughed, getting into the car. "Bye everyone!" I screamed to everyone at the door.
"How are they?" Gabe asked as we rode down the highway.
"Don't even. All day I followed my aunt around as she showed me the house, giving me the worst rules to live by. I hate it so much, love." I groaned.
"What did you do yesterday?" Gabe asked.
"Cried." I said bluntly.
"Oh, babe."
"Don't." I scoffed. "I'm fine now."
"Okay. Let's go watch Jon rock his show?" Gabe asked as we approached parking near the theater (ten blocks).
"Guess who else I got a ticket for?" Gabe asked as we approached the screaming mass of people. "You really love her, maybe more than you love me."
"Westy!!" I screamed, hugging my best friend as she tackled me. "How the hell did you get a ticket so last minute? This thing is booked solid. Solid."
"Because she's my daughter's best friend. Now, get in before I lock you out." Lin shouted from the stage door. The three of us laughed and ran backstage.
"Thank god I got to get away." I said, squeezing Lin as he hugged me.
"We've always got you, mija. Even if she thinks she's yours, you're our hijita."

{A/N: Hi. I'm sorry this is late. I'm obsessed with Grey's Anatomy. Like, really. I'm almost done with season eight, and I started like, a month ago. Help. Also, morena translates to dark-skinned, but in Brazil its a common pet name (it's my pet name). But, here's a chapter. I have some questions for y'all.
1) What do you think of Cici? How could I write her better?
2) What about Gabe? (Personally, I love Gabe, but he's my fake boyfriend)
3) Am I writing the real life characters well? Or are they too OOC?
4) What can I do to make this story better?
I love all of you a million times over. Seriously. Thank you so much for reading this crap and giving me motivation to write fourth two chapters. xxAv}