a/n: ok y'all want a sequel so im giving you one, here's the first chapter-
" pip dinner is ready ." i say walking into his room, the door was slightly open. i saw him standing on his bed with his phone on his desk, pointing towards him. he's normally this weird, trust me.
" pa! i told you to knock ." he scolds me, annoyed, i chuckle rolling my eyes. i poke my head in to see what was on his phone, he was on instagram live. i swear he loved that thing so much he could marry it.
" hi live !" i yelled waving a hand, i saw a continuously large amounts of paragraphs post on the screen. phillip groaned and picked up the phone, saying bye to the people watching. i embarrassed him for a living.
" pa, why do you always embarrass me ?"
" porque te amo, tú eres mi mijo ." i respond, pushing my glasses up, phillip huffed before hugging me around the neck. he was taller than me, and he's only sixteen!
" okay, okay, get thomas for me." i ruffle his curly hair as he runs down the hall into thomas and i's room. i walk back downstairs, checking my phone aswell.
eliza and i had been fighting because of some past events that now came up. let's just say phillip isn't actually my kid, he's john's.
" isn't eliza coming ?" thomas came down, almost scaring me. phillip came down after him.
" no, she has something in the way ," i casually look at the clock," oh hey! look it's twelve o'clock !"
" no, pa stop -"
" cumpleaños feliz -"
" stop ." he says covering his face in embarrasment, i chuckle.
" why ?" i say it like im hurt, in reality It's all for show, i see thomas is smiling wide as ever.
" you're embarrassing! im seventeen not nine !" he whines, scrunching his face up sitting down. i decide to do the same.
" really? you look the same to me ." i tease him again.
" that's why you wear glasses ." thomas winked at me from across the table, i smiled in response. i could hear phillip gag in the background.
" hey, you do worse in front of me with your little-snotty-nosed boyfriend ." his cheeks flush a bright red color, i immediately know i hit a soft spot.
" why can't you be more chill, like thomas ." he stuffs a garlic stick in his mouth, pouting.
" because he isn't me ." thomas responds, flipping his hair back, even though it didn't really move that much.
" thank god ." i tease, making everyone laugh.
" how did you guys even meet ?" phillip gathers our attention, you can tell he's springing with curiosity.
" that's a long story ." thomas looks towards me, not wanting to say the wrong thing.
" well . . ." and i began telling him about the agency, and also how me and tommy fell in love. it was what he had been bugging me about before his birthday. i decided he was old enough to know now.
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a/n: it's called honey go read it when ever i publish it.
also i didn't have to use google translate for that one spanish part, im proud.