“Len, baby. You up here?”
nerdyej-abrams:
“Good. Your mom’s kinda one of those people you just to always see smile. Guess that’s where you got that from.” [sits down and lays back pulling her with him and kisses her temple]
“No problem. I’m not really a flower person but those were nice and I figured maybe you’d like them. Plus today’s kind of a special day.” [looks at and smiles genuinely]
“That’s part of the reason - and because I have you. Can’t help but to smile.” [places the flowers on her bedside table and cuddles up close next to him and laces their fingers together]
Special day, huh? Flowers and all. [kisses the tip of his nose] Can’t wait to hear it.
Track Name: La Tortura
Artist: Shakira
Played: 962 times
shakira - la tortura (ft. alejandro sanz)
(i know haven’t been a saint
but i can’t help it, my love)
man can’t live on bread alone
and i can’t live on excuses
(we can only learn from our mistakes
and today i know my heart is yours)
better to save that for yourself
give that bone to another dog
and let’s say goodbye
“Len, baby. You up here?”
nerdyej-abrams:
“You know we-” [laughs a little as he’s pulled into the room] “Try to be nice from time to time.” [nods in agreement] “Yeah that’s probably it. My dad was smiling about it for the past couple of days.”
[pulls flowers from behind back] “So i brought these for you, because it’s spring and my sister likes picking flowers and arranging them. Clearly I arranged and picked these myself because it doesn’t look professional at all, but they smell pretty damn good.”
” Well thanks to your dad we’ll be having ducks dancing — my mom well never get bored. Tell your dad we thank him. ” [chuckles lightly and sits on her bed patting the empty space beside her]
[smiles and takes the flowers from him] “They do smell good. Thank you - - I’ll put them right next to my bed. [lightly pecks his lips] “I like them even more because you picked them out and arranged them in your own style. It makes them more special.”
“Len, baby. You up here?”
nerdyej-abrams:
[walks to bedroom door and lightly knocks] “I already dropped off the stuff to your mom, it was just tax stuff and something else that made your mom laugh. It was a duck he programmed on her phone. Not entirely sure what it does but she liked it.
Coming! [checks herself in the mirror for a second before opening the door] “Hey - that’s nice of you —— and your dad. [pulls him inside of her room] The duck probably dances or somethin’ she’s been talking about it nonstop, ya know.”
” Shopping list, finished. ”
“So we’re out of the normal milk, eggs and sugar. Guess we were bound to head to Whole Foods this week anyways.” [ The blonde shrugged her shoulders once eyeing her older brother ]
” You drive this time.” [ She grinned ] What are you - what are we planning to make anyways?”
{ When you go would you have the guts to say :
——- ” I don’t ● love ●you like I ● loved● you yesterday. ” }
fucking-lopez:
Hmm, I could always send them via text…I know I have his number somewhere…
Eh, fair point. C’mon, though, I’ll have Cassius with me so I don’t get arrested…or that it’s less likely I get arrested. You’re a genius, Len, really. Don’t know how helpful I’d be, though, seeing as I never went to college. Yet.
—— Dios Mío. Por Favor dame f u e r z a. Te voy a matar, Colocho.
{ Whatever as long as you don’t get yourself killed or something. } You don’t have to be a college grad to be an awesome teacher - Oh wait - Okay so you do but it could be an underground kinda thing. Just think about it. So are we going to get cookin’ or what?
fucking-lopez:
…no promises.
Not a catch! Backup plan, my dear. Consurge— Contingency.As you should. Oh yeah, this summer I’ll have to treat you to my ‘How To Eat Things Other Than Ramen In College’ masterclass. You’ll be well-prepared.
—— I hate you.
{ And you wonder why I always think you’re in some sort of trouble. } I think you might have to start charging because once word comes out that you’re teaching me - pretty soon you’ll have others wanting tips. You can call it:
Ollie’s College Fixer Uppers Under Five Dollars.
See? Already has a ring to it and what better way to get a free seat from my lovely older brother.
fucking-lopez:
You were a fucked up twelve year old, Lenny. …and I’m pretty sure I have the pictures of that somewhere. Remind me to show them to your boyfriend the next time he stops by.
Right, right. With my 21st birthday quickly approaching, I need to soften them up before I get shitfaced. It’s been done before. Ha, right. We both know I got the cooking gene in this family — but it’s okay, I’ll even let you use the mixer.
This took an unexpected turn. You better not or so help me god I will - I will. I don’t know yet but I will rip your eyes off and feed it baby ducklings. So don’t. I mean it. DON’T.
Ha. { I knew it. I knew there was some sort of catch. } Don’t rub it in our faces. I’ve bowed down to you constantly when you make your awesome neapolitans, okay? You gotta teach me how to make them before I leave for college, understood? { Probably won’t taste as good as yours but..I could try. } Oh the mixer - let’s us rejoice. No seriously I want to learn. For reals.
fucking-lopez:
Hey, don’t mock the Birthday Disaster of ‘34, Len. Those plans were solid gold until you started eating the glitter.
Mami called and told me she was gonna be home for dinner for the first time in like, three weeks. Thought I’d cook Momsquared something nice — but in order to get it done in time I’ll need an extra set of hands. You in?
Okay, Okay so it was partially my fault that mom came home with my face covered in glitter but oddly enough they tasted f u c k i n g fantastic. I have no regrets. But if we’re using glitter again — direct me to the nearest exit so we won’t have a repeat.
Totally. Anything to convince the two that I’m capable of cooking something that isn’t scrambled eggs.— I’ve been meaning to do something special for them anyways. What a better present than the two of us working together p e a c e f u l l y.
