|| Adriana's POV ||
"Ughhh! What should I wear!?" I huffed and puffed tossing my clothes all around the room.
"This pink one?" I asked myself.
"No, what am I 5?"
"This blue and yellow one?"
"No, too outgoing."
"This black one?"
"Perfect!"
"Adriana can you please stop talking to yourself!? I can't hear my show!" Joaquín yelled from the living room.
"Oh please! You talk to yourself all the time and I put up with it!" I yelled back at him while checking the dress out.
"There's a difference between me and you. You're 17 and I'm 7. Plus I talk to Mr.Pickles and of course he can't speak back so I do it for him. Now please hush." Joaquín said.
"Good point." I said to myself.
I checked the time that read 6:30 PM.
"Fuck. I have to shower." I said a little panicking.
I grabbed a towel and some shampoo and conditioner and headed to the bathroom.
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I wrapped up in the towel and grabbed the blow drier.
I dried my hair and started brainstorming on what makeup look I wanted to do.
"Hmm, decisions, decisions. Oh! A smokey silver eye with a red lip to make the outfit pop!" I said excitedly placing the blow drier down.
I began loosely curling my hair with the flatirons.
Shortly after, I started stepping into my dress.
I slipped on my red heels. Not to mention they were my favorites.
I walked over to the mirror and added my red lip matching my heels.
"Damn, I look good." I said to myself smirking.
I walked out the room to go over some rules with Joaquín.
"Joaqu-" I was cute off.
"Oh my lord! You look so beautiful!" Joaquín eyes lit up.
"Aww thank you bro." I went over to hug him.
"Mmm and you smell good too. Is that your purple bottle of perfume?" He asked.
"You know it." I smiled.
"Good choice." He said chuckling.
"Alright, as you know already, I'm going on a date so you will be here alone." I started.
"What's the first home alone rule?" I asked.
"Never leave the apartment." He answered.
"Rule number two?" I asked.
"If I hear anyone trying to get in I grab the gun, turn off the safety lock and go to my hiding place." He answered confidently.
"And rule number three?" I asked.
"If someone actually gets in. Do what I have to do to survive." He answered.
"My big boy." I smiled.
"I'll be home before you know it okay?" I said ensuring him.
"Okay. Be safe, I love you." He said grinning then facing the Tv.
"I love you more than anything in this world." I said while turning around to grab my phone off the countertop.
I turned the lights off and proceeded out the door.
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The Prostitute
Teen FictionThis story is about an Hispanic teenage girl from Manhattan New York. Only thing she lives for is her brother, Joaquín. She's never knew her dad and her mom died when she was just 13 from an overdose. With no family around, she's been providing for...
