✿ vivi »→ andrés: it's like you've read my mind or am i that predictable?
✿ vivi »→ andrés: how do you remember what gear to shift into? have i been watching fast and furious franchise in preparation for this..maybe.
✿ vivi »→ andrés: i am looking into a car with four wheels?
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Andrés sighed the sort of sigh a father gave from over the tops of his reading glasses when his child arrived home after midnight. The stack of invoices hitting his desk punctuated his exhaustion. "I know." It came out perhaps a touch more pointed than intended. Perhaps. Who was to know, with Andrés? "But during business hours I'm also her boss." Wasn't that part of Xavier's whole thing? Doing the 'right' thing? "Shop rules. I can't start playing favorites or I'll have to close half my bays." God forbid he have to start answering every time some family member, ex, debt collector, or anyone who claimed to have some modicum of authority. He'd comply with a warrant or under advice of a lawyer.
"Why are you paying her legal fees?" His brows furrowed once more. Between his siblings and his daughter, it was a shock that his brow wasn't permanently stuck that way.
why did every interaction have to feel like this? each shallow inhale and sharp exhale more burdened with each second that ticked by. there was a time xavier yearned for peace between them. a kinship that came from a place shared by brothers not beneath the suffocating power struggle. the rebelling little brother and his fatherly older brother. "I wouldn't say this is normal hours of operation but fine. you're right. you're her boss but I'm asking you as her brother."
"you know how Valentina can be. she thinks this is all fun and games. she would have attempted to represent herself. I wasn't gonna ask you to put it up for her. plus, you gotta think about putting your daughter through college." his hands settled on his hips for a moment before he'd stuffed them into the back pockets of his jeans. "..it really doesn't matter. I just want to know if she's been showing up."
"Maybe she can only think it's been fun and games because it has been so far." If she was going to have everyone chase after her, that was just another game. Hide-and-Seek, in a way. "A misdemeanor sentence can be a lesson." Andrés' eyes shifted slightly, computing Xavier's body language. Noting it, but not particularly responding. He wasn't going to shy away from the truth. Especially if it was one he could speak to. "If it's her money or her time, maybe she'll take it a little more seriously." He couldn't pretend to understand Xavier's and Valentina's relationship. Why it seemed both so infantile and yet so mature. Why were they playing these runaround games that dragged him in the middle of their drama over something that was more serious?
the crow was no longer a muse; it had become a critic. for weeks, the creature had been a fixture upon the ledge of the annex, a sharp eyed gargoyle framing juniper’s sanctuary. on her more prolific days, she viewed the bird as a grim omen of literary success; a fluttering, ink black punctuation mark at the end of a particularly harrowing sentence. but today, with the blinking cursor mocking her from a stark white screen, the crow was merely a feathered voyeur. it sat behind the glass, its head tilted in a way that suggested it wasn't just watching her work, but actively proofreading it. juniper squeezed her eyes shut, the heavy, velvet atmosphere of her writing room suddenly feeling claustrophobic. the bird let out a rhythmic, clicking sound, a staccato mockery that juniper was certain mimicked the cadence of her own frustrated typing. "it’s quite gauche to stare, you know," she hissed at the glass. the bird pecked the sill. clack. clack. It was a rhythmic judgment.
driven by the frantic, vibrating energy that only a three day bout of writer’s block can produce, juniper abandoned her desk. she navigated the labyrinthine clutter of her estate until she found a ladder in the garden shed. she didn't stop to consider the optics. she didn't stop to put on shoes. the rungs were cold and biting against her bare soles as she ascended the side of the house, her lace trimmed hem catching on the metal. she climbed until her face was level with the ledge, the crow did not fly away. it merely shifted its weight, its beady eyes reflecting her own wild, disheveled reflection back at her.
which is precisely what andres ending up approaching on; juniper balancing precariously on the ledge and staring down the bird. a one sided conversation of juniper airing her grievances ensuing before she noticed the man standing in the lawn. "oh, hello, andres," juniper greeted him, her tone shifting instantly to one of airy, pretentious calm. "you’ve arrived at a rather serendipitous moment. i was just conducting an impromptu peer review. what brings you to the estate? aside from the obvious desire to bask in my creative process?"
Andrés wasn't surprised by Juniper's oddities anymore. He hadn't been since he was a child. Back when he'd learned that it was a lot more profitable to just nod along and take the money. And at a certain point bought acceptance turned to just regular acceptance. Sure, she was a little eccentric, but she didn't hurt anyone. And crows were supposed to be smart, right? Maybe they had some sort of friendship going on.
Andrés held a hand above his eyes to shield the sun as he looked up at Juniper. He answered her question first by holding up his toolbox. Though, clearly if she was asking these questions she might not have remembered asking him to come over last week.
"Didn't you want me to look at a leaky sink?" he called up and shook the toolbox once. "I can come back next week if you're busy." He nodded towards the bird or...whoever Juniper was having her disagreements with.
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a recurrent tension coiled within, beginning between her shoulder blades and swiftly cascading down her vertebrae, causing valentina's hackles raised. a visceral defensive adjustment to her posture, directly linked to her proximity to andre's presence. as if an internal warning system had activated, locking her limbs in a tense readiness, poised between the instinct to confront or flee. she'd adhered to that internal warning system since she was a punk kid getting into mischief, and the mere sight of her eldest brother would send her darting to seek refuge behind xavier. for she likened him to their father, a man known for his unpredictable and harsh outbursts. never mind that andres had never actually shown signs of hostility towards her; yet still a simmering resentment took root, nurtured by the emotional chasm he maintained between them.
perhaps that was where the grit of her aversion towards him truly resided, if she ever gave herself the opportunity to scrutinize it; she didn't know where she and andres stood, she never had. but it felt far more prudent to regard him as a potential threat rather than a source of solace. her gaze remained frosty, fixed upon him, as she measured his reaction to the predicament she had orchestrated. once more with her flagrantly, violent disregard. teeth ready to bare and fist ready to clench.
"there's nothing to break up, it's over." she pointed out, relaxing her posture only enough to appear indifferent as she leaned against the hood of the client's car she'd just punched out. "clearly. and i'm pretty sure he isn't planning on getting up and taking it further," the twist of a challenge folded into the pucker of her sardonic smile as she kinked at brow at the client still struggling to stem the flow of blood that had transformed the lower half of his face into a macabre spectacle. "are you, dickless?"
Any tension that had been in his muscles had melted and soaked back in his body, almost expanding his form. Solidifying it. Grounding it. Closer now, his eyes surveyed the situation. Taking note of the blood. On both of them. The sharpness and almost spark in Valentina's eye. The slight jitter in the man on the ground's eye. The way he almost seemed to wince as his blood, by way of Val's hand, got on the car. His car. Of course. He was the RAV4.
Andrés let Valentina's childish taunt hang in the air and then dissolve. To let his silence break the rhythm of whatever jabs she wanted to make. And then he let a few more beats pass, until his eyes flicked over to hers. An almost imperceptible shift towards her and a nod back towards the shop. "Inside. Now."
He wasn't playing this game. He wasn't engaging with either of them. Not on his property and not with something that seemed damn near wrapped up. Even if the wrapping job was sloppy at best. That was perhaps the most disappointing part.
"bullshit," the bitting quip ripped off his lips as immediately as they popped into his brain. xavier chose to keep their interactions nonexistent because they always began and ended the same way. a cluster of festering resentment that seemed shared on both sides. a relationship that had teetered on the edge of a blade destined to end in blood. he never wanted this but there were things that some people were unable to control. "..i'm not some random person, andrês, i'm family." the word felt more corrosive on his tongue than he intended. the only familial connection here was the matrix of their dna. it seemed the two stopped trying the mend the fence a long time ago.
"we're not exactly on speaking terms. haven't been since i bailed her out of county." after we both took necessary shots at one another. "i want to know if she's been attempting to keep up with her court dates. what's the point of paying for a lawyer if she won't appear."
Andrés sighed the sort of sigh a father gave from over the tops of his reading glasses when his child arrived home after midnight. The stack of invoices hitting his desk punctuated his exhaustion. "I know." It came out perhaps a touch more pointed than intended. Perhaps. Who was to know, with Andrés? "But during business hours I'm also her boss." Wasn't that part of Xavier's whole thing? Doing the 'right' thing? "Shop rules. I can't start playing favorites or I'll have to close half my bays." God forbid he have to start answering every time some family member, ex, debt collector, or anyone who claimed to have some modicum of authority. He'd comply with a warrant or under advice of a lawyer.
"Why are you paying her legal fees?" His brows furrowed once more. Between his siblings and his daughter, it was a shock that his brow wasn't permanently stuck that way.
two distinct sounds reverberated like shots fired through the dilapidated cathedral of lined cars clutter in various stages of disrepair and restoration. then a thundering silence ultimately pierced by the soft, disgruntled groans of pain that echoed through the stillness. valentina's hand throbbed from the collision of knuckles against nose canal, her nails still embedded in the tender flesh of her palm. she regarded the man writhing on the ground before the auto shop with an expression that could only be deemed unimpressed. the client's hands cradling the crimson surge that erupted from his face.
her eyes rolled at the sharp accusations that she had fractured a bone, flexing her hand with a defiant grace before resting it on her jutting hip. "don't be a pussy, I didn't break your nose," she drawled with abject apathy. "it's sprained at most. you're lucky I didn't put you through the fucking concrete."
valentina glanced down at the the tire wrench she wielded in her opposing hand, lips pursed as she contemplated swinging it down against the rear window she'd just spent the better part of the afternoon replacing. yet, just as the thought of her reckless impulse began to take shape, a familiar and unwelcome figure emerged from the shadows of her periphery.
"shit." she hissed beneath her breath, pivoting to confront her brother with an icy demeanor, her face betraying no remorse for what she had done. "thought you were off."
Andres had been around the block too enough times to know what it sounded like when a fight - or more aptly, a beating - was happening outside of the garage. What he had not become familiar enough with was the sound of his sister's fists in particular. So, when he heard the all too intentionally hushed commotion outside, he had his handgun tucked in the back of his waistband and the poise of a guard dog waiting for the attack command.
His brashness had worn off in his younger years. And he at least know not to come in guns ablazing. Literally or figuratively.
"Hey!" he barked out at the still-unclear figure as he came closer, "Get the-" and they came into focus. It wasn't some high schooler fighting or some tough guy trying to play hard. No, it was his sister. Great. And, what appeared to be a now-bloodied face he saw earlier that day or that week or....some time in the shop. Now, as he approached, his body language shifted slightly. Now, not anticipating a fight, but anticipating the shouldering of whatever blame, excuses, or fixing had to be done. His shoulders remained tense.
"Break it up." He demanded, his tone commanding and flat. He now approached with a measured steadfastness, placing his body between the two of them, but facing neither quite yet.
"i ain't gonna be here long," the softest edge of tension string together each pained word. there was a few unspoken rules that knitted together the santos creed like a banner that united the family. number one, you never miss any religious or traditional holiday no matter your system of belief. number two, a mandatory call to abuela monthly. number three, never leave the brothers alone for longer than five minutes or the MAD protocol came into plan indefinitely. xavier carried these laws like truths and did his best to work on the books and finish any outlying customization projects when andres was out. today, the finer lines of his schedule seemed to meld together and threw him completely off his normal pop in. he quickly gathered his laptop, the schematics of douche canoe, a modded GT for an entitled asshat with a trust fund, and his phone.
"..did val appear in court for her hearing?" his questions lingered for a moment. "or did she hide in the shop again?" xavier's curiosity about their sister bend the edges of his rules; it didn't help that they weren't talking right now.
Andrés didn't know what he'd done to earn a visit from his most self-righteous of brothers, but apparently nothing good. Andrés wasn't even completely sure why Xavier kept coming around. Did his fancy degree not earn him enough money? Maybe it was just to feel like he had some degree of control when he looked over their finances. Regardless, Andrés was an adult. As long as the bad vibes did not scare off his customers, he could endure Xavier's overbearing presence.
"You know I can't disclose my employees' location." Even if it was their sister. Sometimes the protection was for the employee's safety. This time, it was for his own. If they weren't talking, he wasn't about to get in the middle of it. He needed cars fixed and books balanced. He was not about to sacrifice either at the altar of their disagreement. "Have you tried texting her?"
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would you believe us if we said that wasn't really ALFONSO HERRERA? well, it isn't .ᐟ.ᐟ that's ANDRES FRANCISCO SANTOS, a proud resident of pinehaven for the last 42 YEARS. you can find them working over at PINEHAVEN AUTO & MORE as an OWNER/MECHANIC. they're 42, but they hardly look that old! it must be the washington weather that keeps them looking so young .ᐟ.ᐟ word around the town is that they're STUBBORN, AGGRESSIVE, AND CLOSED-MINDED, but we think that's silly. we feel like they're much more LOYAL, PROTECTIVE, AND DETERMINED . if we had to pick one song to describe HIM, it would be TEXAS BY LO PRO. see ya 'round, SANTOS .ᐟ.ᐟ
BIOGRAPHY
andrés defines himself in very old school definitions of masculinity: as the protector and the provider of his family. whether some siblings choose to recognize it or not.
with his younger siblings being so much younger (7 and 12 years), he never had the close TV-perfect relationship. but he could do his best to make sure they weren't bullied at school. and to protect them from the knowledge of the hardships of their parents.
ever since he was a kid, andrés had been working at their family auto shop, knowing it would be his one day. but it was only in high school when he learned how fraught his inheritance was. how close to bankruptcy the shop was.
as he came to realize how dire the financial situation was, andrés went to work. literally and figuratively. he would take any small jobs, legal or not, to get some extra money. to keep food on the table, to keep the business afloat, and to make sure his younger siblings could do whatever sports teams or have whatever present they wanted under the christmas tree.
once he clocked into the job of family provider, he never really clocked out. sure, it wasn't until his 30's that he actually came to own the shop, but he had been in line for so much longer, handling the day-to-day and night-to-night operations.
he still supports his parents when they need more money.
he did actually manage to graduate high school. it's a requirement he gave his daughter. as is college. he always wants better for his family. especially his daughter.
andrés accepts the distance that his secrecy and protection has put between himself and his siblings. in some ways, it is a success. they will never need to know how bad it was. they will never need to know what he had to do. and the fact that xavier was able to get the shop closer to on the straight and narrow and they had not once again fallen into bankruptcy meant that andrés had gotten the shop back in a good place.
even with the resentment, he will always show up for his family. he did it all for them. he does it all for them.