I knew she planning on stopping by. She wanted to apologize to me and make things right. Any other time, I would totally be on bored with that. But I couldn't bring myself to want to see her. I didn't want to fall in love with her because I know I'm not. Okay I am but not in the romantic way. In the this is the person in the world and they're my best friend way. I didn't want to be in a fake relationship with my best friend so I could keep my powers and stay mortal. I didn't want to look her in the eye and tell her lie after lie after lie until it becomes unbearable and I became worthless. So I wanted to leave as soon as possible but fate had other ideas.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPphfap3Wrg
And by fate, I mean abuela.
My foot was out the door when I heard the Spoon slam down onto the counter and her soft voice that could stop an army with a whisper.
"Angelo." she called and the stupid thought of leaving without answering her flashed in my brain before I walked to the kitchen holding in a groan accompanied by a curse.
The kitchen was our 'lab'. No spells, potions, or charms were made anywhere else in the house. Containers filled the sink, ingredients ranging from (but not limited to) salt to the blood of a two-year-old raven that was the third generation of Hel decedents, bottles with no labels lined the wall and books were the carpet.
Abuela stood by the stove stirring a pot filled with rat poison, rosemary and cheese. Her grey hair was spun into a bun that always made me think of black widows. I wouldn't be surprised if one crawled out of the swirl. I wouldn't be surprised if abuela plopped it into the pot. Her skin was wrinkled and covered with burns and tattoos. Her bright eyes never loss their sharpness. No matter what you were doing it felt like knives were being thrown into your face. But this time, it felt like it was aimed at my soul.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyHODLP1vAm
"Did you succeed?" she asked already knowing the answer. I told her the truth-why lie and get hit with a potion? She hummed and turned off the fire before adding some butterfly blood to the pot. "So he's here?"662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSLq0C9N2g4
"I don't know."
"Has she dreamed of him?"
"I don't believe so."
"He's here then."
"I guess."
"Are you going out?"662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSU6ZEelShj
"Yes."
"With that girl?"
"No."
"Go with her." she turned the fire back on and the pot flared to life. The monstrous liquid glowed bright green and reached toward the sky before abuela smacked back into the pot.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGjUtYXcTyF
I groaned and she turned the spoon on me.
"No buts! Who knows what he'll do to that poor girl..." she shook her head, "Her mother is such a stupid mujier. Making deals with diablos." she shook the spoon. "If I ever catch you making a trato, I will make sure you never la luz of day again-do you hear me Angelo?"662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxq6dlSX9ei
"Yes abuela." It's good she didn't know. I don't think her heart could take it. I'm wasn't sure how much I could take. I waited out on the steps in the sunshine for the sound of hesitant and annoyed footsteps and prepared the most believable smile I could muster.
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