Eddie: Chris, hurry up. We still got to pick up Tia Pepa. Shouldn't take that long to pack a toothbrush
Buck: Why don't you just take a later flight? You were both at a funeral, you know. Y-your parents will understand.
Breona: They should understand
Eddie: What is the dress code at a retirement party?
Buck: Tie is probably too much
Eddie: It's my parents we're talking about. I'll just grab it all
Breona: This is why you don't wait until last minute
Buck: Are you sure this is a good idea?
Eddie: I have to go my mom made this huge deal about this party. He did work at the company for 40 years
Breona: And Chris... he's excited to see everyone
Eddie: He misses them
Buck: 40 years... that's a long time Uh, you said he was in oil, right
Breona: Petroleum engineer
Eddie: Spent his whole life driving across the state. Living everywhere but under his own roof with his own family
Buck: Listen, uh, as-as someone who also comes from a screwed-up family
Eddie: My family isn't screwed up just my dad, okay?
Breona: Plan is get in, get out without any drama
Eddie: Say congratulations, show off my fiancée, have some cake and... call it a day
Buck: And what about when he starts to get in there and push your buttons?
Eddie: There's a hotel 20 minutes away
Breona: Three and a half stars
Eddie: Chris is really gonna like the pool
Breona: Chris!
*Timeskip to when they pick up Pepa*
Pepa: Who is this?
Eddie: I'll introduce everyone when we get there
Pepa: Okay
*In Texas at Eddie's parent's house*
Eddie: ¿Que Paso? (What happened?)
Pepa: Nada, Where's Christopher? (Nothing)
Eddie: Out like a light ever since we left the car rental place
Isabel: Ay, pobrecito mi angelito (Oh, my poor little angel.)
Eddie: Abuela, it's so good to see you. L.A. feels a little less like home without you there
Isabel: Same here
Pepa: Mm. So, now, what's wrong?
Isabel: Your mother is in there cooking
Eddie: What? I thought my fancy brother hired caterers for his big parranda
Isabel: The caterers are only allowed to warm and serve the food. Helena insisted on making everything herself
Pepa: Everything? You didn't help at all?
Isabel: I was allowed to make the tamales
Eddie: Ay, Gracias (thank you)
Pepa: Thank you
Breona: I'm gonna go wake Chris, okay?
Eddie: Yes, of course
YOU ARE READING
9-1-1
FanfictionI do not own 9-1-1. I only own Breona and her story. This will probably not be like the show. The mature content is on because there will be mature language in some chapters.
