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Amara D'Angelo. A strong and beautiful girl. With not many weaknesses, not much can break her. Untill the moment when her mom didn't answer a simple call. She learned that her mom had died. On her way to a meeting, the jet crashe...
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"I'm fucking bored Alejandro. We should do something." I complained to him.
We have been watching movies all day. I am so bored, he says that I need to learn other ways to entertain myself.
"We should go out tonight, maybe to a club or something." I hinted at him, he gave me a smile.
"You just want to get drunk. You underage, I can not condone that," I rolled my eyes at him. He just smirks, he likes when I get mad, that makes me more frustrated.
"Your underage as well." I argued. I threw up me arms, then hit them down.
"Are you three years old?" He questioned me.
"I'm am not three, I'm a grown ass women." I stated. He started laughing hysterically," I don't see what is so funny."
"Grown ass women don't throw tantrums." He said, still laughing. I gave him the look. He didn't care and keep and laughing at me. I hit him and we eventually started play fighting.
He was on top of me. He then started tickling me. I couldn't stop laughing. I hate being tickled.
"Stop it," I told him. He stopped it and was just laughing, so was I.
"Your so cute when your mad," he tapped my nose making a little boop noise," I'll talk to Blake and see if he can get us in anywhere."
I got really excited. I jumped up and hugged him.
"Thank you." I said with much joy in my voice. I just wanted to leave this house. I just wanna party.
"Anything for you Baby." He said placing a kiss on my forehead.
I laid down on his chest and snuggle up.
I wasn't tired, I was hungry. Alejandro is such a good cook. He makes the best food I literally have ever ate.
"I'm hungry." I look up at him. He looks down at me and gives a big smile. I see his dimples.
"Well what do you want to eat?" He asked.
"Food, that you cook me." I give him the puppy dog eyes.
"Let's go to the kitchen." He motioned for me to follow him. I ran passed him and into the kitchen. My brothers and dad were all in the living and kitchen. They gave me confused looks as I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.
I jumped and the counter, then Alejandro walked into. He walked over to me and stand between my legs. I put my arms around him and give him a kiss.
"So, no request." He asked. I could feel my family's stares. They can fuck off. I'm happy, its not my fault they are fucking depressed.
"Nope." I said popping the p.
He laughed and started getting everything ready.
"Okay, a surprise it is." He got all his pans and shit ready.
