Pan Dulce {BoyxBoy}

¡Levántate!

"¡Miguel! Levántate y prepárate para las clases."

Sunlight peaked into my room through the closed curtains and onto my face; my eyes and forehead slightly heating up from the ray of death. It was barely 7:00 and the sun was already showing off to San Teresa.

I groaned tiredly and pulled myself off my bed with all the willpower my body could muster in the morning. I didn't hate school but I hated waking up early; especially after a day of customers walking in and out in endless numbers.

"¡Estás despierto!"

I groaned again and rubbed the bridge of my nose. My mom for some reason loved to yell and turn the smallest questions into the loudest of shouts. I wanted to tell her to not shout and lower her voice, but talking back to her would end up with me getting my ass beat.

"Sí mamá! I'm gonna take a shower!" I shouted as politely as I could. I listened closely and heard her walk away and head downstairs to the panadería.

You see, my family owns a panadería named "Casa de los Dulces" that is fairly small yet brings in customers like moths to a flame. I'm not sure if it was the pan dulce, the atmosphere, or the prayers, but we had customers coming in and out. I mean the pan dulce my family makes is simply divine, the atmosphere is welcoming, and my grandmother constantly prays for success so maybe those things are the reasons.

Oh well, as long we make money and live comfortably then I don't really care for the reason.

I grabbed my change of clothes and trudged over to the bathroom in the hall. On my there I walked past my little sister and grandmother who were sitting down on a couch pushed up against the wall. My grandmother was telling my sister a story about how she almost accidentally ate a lizard once.

"Su tío Ignacio pensó que sería divertido poner una cola de lagartija en mi sopa un día y-oh, buenos días, hijo."

My sister hopped off the couch and ran over to hug me. "Morning Miguel!" She said happily.

I smiled back at the two of them. "Buenos días abuela, mornin' Gaby." I asked her, "Why are you two awake so early?"

Gaby let go and ran back over to my grandmother's side. "I woke up cause mami and papi said they'll need my help today," She looked over to our grandmother. "Abuela was awake so she could take her medicine."

"Ooooooh," I mouthed. "¿Ya revisaste tu presión sanguínea, abuela?"

"Sí, sí mijo," She smiled. "Deberías estar preparándose para las clases."

I sighed heavily but excused myself and continued to get ready. I quickly showered, changed, brushed my teeth and grabbed my backpack. It was already 7:45 and classes didn't start till 8:45.

Making my way downstairs, I plopped down by the kitchen table and pulled out my phone; a bunch of unopened messages from friends and snapchat groups appeared-by a bunch I mean probably two or three.

"No hay teléfonos en la mesa hijo." My mother said as she walked back into the house.

I apologized and slipped my phone into my pocket. "Sorry mamá," I said. "Where's dad?"

She grabbed her apron and grabbed a bag of sugar from one of the bottom cabinets. "Your dad is downstairs currently taking orders from customers." She told me. "Sorry hijo but you'll need to grab something from the panadería quickly and head out before it gets filled."

I groaned in annoyance. I hated when customers arrived early cause it meant that I'll have to rush out of the house so I don't crash into anybody eating. I still got up and followed my mom out however. The bakery was located below the house so the only way out was either through the alley or through the front. I wanted food though and didn't want to make myself anything right now so the bakery was my only option.

We entered the bakery and the smell of pan dulce filled my nose. My father was currently rushing back and forth while a couple of his workers took sweets out and put some into ovens. My mother joined him and soon customers were leaving and some entering.

I grabbed a random pan from a tray and quickly made my way to the door. However, my father stopped me and handed me a white bag; he pointed towards the line at a group of guys.

"Before you head off mijo," He told me. "Give this order to that group over there. Also have a good day at school."

"Thanks papá." I quickly headed over to the group and tapped one of the guys shoulders.

"Hey, here's your order."

Their attention turned towards me and the guy who's shoulder I tapped turned around. He smiled and grabbed the bag as I handed it to him; I'm not gonna lie but he was actually pretty good looking.

"Thank you," He told me.

I smiled back, but remembered the time. "No problem," I quickly took a bite out of my pan and rushed out the door. "Thank you and come again!"

|7:50|

"Hey Miguel!" Someone called. "You seem stressed already and school hasn't even started."

I walked over to a small group circled around a table in the schools courtyard. I dropped my bookbag on to the cement and plopped down on one of the seats; smiles from my friends welcomed me.

"Yeah I kind of am," I chuckled lightly. "The bakery was already getting filled when I was leaving the house."

One my friend across the table, Mariam, typed some things on the laptop in front of her but looked up at me. "Damn Miguel, I don't get how you could deal with that practically everyday." She said.

I chuckled again but only shrugged. The worst part is that it was only the morning; the afternoon was another story. If you think I'm over exaggerating, talk to the line that forms outside of the panadería.

"Did you guys hear that we are getting new students?" I looked over at my friend Marco and shook my head.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through some of his messages. "I heard from a sophomore that they are from Europe." Marco placed his phone down on the table to show the messages.

We looked at the screen and then at each other. No one really cared but our curiosity was still peaked since our school was primarily Latino, White, and Black; they would be the first actual Europeans at this school.

Emily, another one of my friends, nodded towards one of the entrances to the courtyard. "Heads up," She told us. "I think the Europeans are coming."

All of our heads turned as a new group emerged from the doorway; mostly guys but there was about two girls in there. They walked in with their bookbags slung across their shoulders and laughter that echoed around the courtyard. I was then hit by the realization that I've seen those guys before.

"Hey...I've seen those guys before, not the girls though." I turned to my friends. "They were at my family's bakery this morning."

My friends gave me a couple of confused looks, but went back to observing the group.

Ana wiggled her eyebrows, "Damn, those European guys aren't that bad."

I only shrugged, but deep down I actually agreed. The guy from earlier, the one I handed the bag to, noticed me and smiled; I returned it.

"Guys," I turned around. "Creo que estoy en problemas."

"Translate please."

"I think I'm in trouble."