Page 43 of Halluci-Dating A Demon
“He’s a lot of things, but lost isn’t one of them,” Amy says, squeezing past me and dropping her keys in a tray on the entry table. “Come on,cabrón. You grew up here. Act like it.”
My mom shoots her a disapproving look and Amy waves her off. “OhAmá, you know it’s how I show my love. This pendejo knows it.”
“And I think we just solved the mystery of why you’re single,” I spit out.
She laughs, giving me a side hug while ruffling my hair. “Te extraño, you know that?”
“I do, and I’ve missed being called every bad word in the dictionary in a span of thirty minutes.”
My dad chuckles. “How long are you planning to be here,mijo?”
“Only today, for the party. I have to fly back out tomorrow evening.”
“So technically, two days,” Amy says. “You’ll be here for breakfast and lunch. Plenty of time for us to gossip about everyone we see tonight and how they’ve changed for the worse.” She slings her bag higher up her shoulder.
My mom smacks her arm. “Amy, behave yourself. Your cousins aren’t that bad.”
“Yeah, only about half of them are,” my dad adds.
I shake my head. “Either way it’s nice to be home.”
“It’s nice to have you home.” My mom’s eyes water and I can tell she means it with all her heart. I’m sure it’s hard to look at your son who survived the crash when he looks almost exactly like the one who didn’t.
“It really is,hijo. I hope this means we’ll start seeing you more again.”
“It better.” My dad shoots me a stern look.
“It will if I have anything to say about it.” Amy winks.
“Now come help me pick out my outfit for tonight. Rita’s husband is bringing his brothers, and I hear they’re all single.”
“Good to know you’re not taking the recent breakup too hard.” I follow her up the stairs and she sighs.
“Eh, he’s not wasting emotions on me, so I shouldn’t waste mine on him either.”
If only it were that easy. Trailing behind her to her old room, I look at my phone, smiling at the incoming message.
Arien: We’ll have to read more of that book later. We were just getting to the good part.
Me: This isn’t the Monster Match app.
Seconds later another notification comes through and I laugh, switching tabs.
Purple Lover:Laugh a little harder so I can read you the next chapter.
Amy shoots me a curious expression, her brows pushing together. “Who you texting there? That cute little demon from the coffee shop?” Her bag drops to the bed from her hand.
“Aren’t you supposed to be finding something to wear?”
“Yes, but that can wait. So, have you two been out on a date yet?”
A long breath escapes me. “Yeah, a few.”
She holds her hand to her chest and squeals. “So it’s going well then?”
I give a half smile, nodding. “Yeah, really good.”
“You wanted to bring him, didn’t you?” Her eyes are sympathetic.
