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Little Bit o Writing Monday!

This one, I was experimenting writing in second person. Well kind of. And I was inspired from a friend's crazy love life. Yeah. 

     I remember that day as clearly as if it was yesterday. For all that matters it could've been yesterday. Such a cliché phrase I know. But that's all that day was, a day of cliches. I was headed over to Enrique's for dinner. Then we were going to go see a movie. Well, that's what my mom thought anyways. We were actually going to a party at one of Enrique's homies houses. He was one of those people, the kind that call their friends homies. Cliché. I didn't really want to go to the party that night. It'd been awhile since Enrique and I had gone out alone on an actual date. Like, to a movie. Those days of simple dates had stopped two months ago. Enrique had found something else he loved to do. But that was ok. Because I loved Enrique. I loved him.
     When I arrived at Enrique's house, his younger brother opened the door. I automatically looked down at my feet.
     “Hey Char,” he grunted. I glanced up at him. He had his arms crossed across his chest looking straight at me.
     “Hey Will.” Will and Enrique didn't look much like brothers. Enrique had a thick mustache perched on his lip. Will was clean shaven. Enrique was slim and short. Will was taller and more muscular. Enrique had dropped out of school but was almost done with his GED. Will was in line to be valedictorian in a year. Enrique didn't hang with the best crowd around. Will's friends didn't even party. Enrique was my boyfriend. And Will was my ex.
     Will didn't say anything else, he just moved out of my way so I could walk in. I headed straight down to the basement where Enrique's room was. The door was shut as usual. I was about to knock but I heard talking inside. I leaned my head against the door and listened in. Enrique was speaking in spanish. He sounded pissed off. I tried to understand what he was saying but it was no use. I'd failed Spanish 1 two years ago and only knew a few cuss words Enrique had taught me.
     Enrique started yelling at the phone. That was when I started recognizing every other word. I heard one of his homies names mixed in there. It was the one who was throwing the party tonight. Enrique stopped talking and started walking towards the door. I backed up quickly, getting as far away from the door as possible before he slammed opened the door. I didn't want him to know that I'd been eavesdropping. Enrique's face was all scrunched up when he opened the door. Even though he was obviously upset I couldn't help smiling at his face. It was so cute. Enrique noticed I was standing there. Then he smiled.
     “Hey girl.” I ran over to him. He kissed me. Hard. After some time I pulled away.
     “Enrique, I thought we were going to the party?” Enrique stared at me for a second, trying to process what I had just said.
“Yeah, about that. I was thinking about staying here and having our own party,” he murmured into my neck. Then his lips were back on mine.
     And that's where you came in.  
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