"Come on Cesar. Where are you?" You whisper to yourself with your phone grasped in both your hands against your chest.
As if right on queue a knock at your window. You turn back and see him standing outside, "oh my god Cesar," you throw your phone on your bed and quickly unlock your window to open it for him to step inside.
"Where have you been? We've been worried sick. I've been worried sick. You wouldn't return our calls and you drove off with Oscar and--"
He pulls you into his embrace, nuzzling his face into your neck as you hug him back despite not knowing why, "Cesar, are you okay?"
"Let's just stay like this for a moment before we won't have another chance too."
You rest your face on his shoulder as you tighten your grasp around his waist.
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Cesar Diaz Imagines
FanfictionHas anyone else been obsessed with the Netflix show? Cause I know I have. Imagines on the "On My Block" hottie. ♡
