Back to You

Bodega

Two months later

Cesar's POV

"Mano, I need you to get some chips from the bodega," Oscar says walking into my room.

"Grab them yourself, I'm trying to watch the game" I reply

"Considering I'm cooking for both of us and you're just lying down it's the least you could do" ugh, he's right.

"Fine I'm going"

I put on my sneakers and ran to the bodega hoping to be in and out. Chips, chips ah chips. Wait which ones did he want? Too many options, this might take a while.

Monses POV

Of course the day I get back there's no food in the house. I was really hoping to just get something to eat from the fridge but it's empty and seems to have been like that for a while. I really need to talk to Dad about how he's been taking care of himself. This jetlag is a bitch but the trip was great, so great I didn't even have time to figure out my feelings. I'm just going to grab something from the bodega and get some rest.

As I walk down the street I'm flooded with memories of riding bikes with the guys, running from Jasmine and later walking with Jasmine to school who became one of my best friends. Those were some good times.

I finally reach to the bodega grabbing a sandwich and some sodas. Oh, wait my favourite chips I should get a bag. I walk up to the aisle and there he is, the one person I didn't know how to talk to anymore, Cesar. Maybe he won't see me, I'm just going to grab the chips and go. Ah right there, in and out easily.

"Monse?" damnit

"Cesar, hey"

"W-when did you get back" is he nervous?

"Earlier today, I'm still pretty jet lagged"

"You're still so beautiful" is he okay? I've been travelling for over a day, and I know I'm a mess

"Huh?"

"Well it was good seeing you, uh I'm gonna go," just like that he's gone. A part of me is relieved but there's a part of me that's disappointed.

I get to the house, bolt the door and devour my dinner. Time for that long awaited nap. Woah , dad left my room exactly the same. It's been so long. The last time I slept in this room was the night Cesar and I broke up. I cried so much that night, I really thought it was best for both of us if we just went our separate ways but didn't know just how hard it would hit me .

There's a part of me that wants to go slow and get reacquainted and see if we're meant to be more than friends again then there's the part of me that wants him back in my bed right now. He's gotten hotter with age I won't deny that. Who knew he could still make my heart race after four years.

Every once in a while I wondered what things would've been like if I had accepted UCLA's offer instead. Would we have made it through college without breaking up? Would we be one of those couples seriously talking about marriage and kids?