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“Robby, sit down.”

(Robby): What’s up?

(Sighs.  He isn’t going to like this.) “Carmen and Diaz are coming over to talk.  You two can’t keep up this fighting stuff.”

(Robby):  “I’ve got nothing to say to him.  And I haven’t been fighting with him.  I haven’t talked to him in days.  Not since his little work girlfriend tried to start some shit with me.  I’m done.  I don’t care if I never see him again.”

“Well, then sit there and listen to what he has to say because you two are killing your Dad with this shit.  It ends today.  Understand me?”

(Robby): “Yeah.  Whatever.  He can talk.”

(Rolls eyes and goes to answer the door.)

“Because I want my son back to the way he normally is, not this brooding mess you’ve been for the past week.”

Miguel (offended): “Wow, thank you.”

I try to affectionately fluff his hair, but he doges my hand. “Miguel, please, don’t be angry. This is going to be put behind you, one way or another. Listen,” –Miguel looks at me– “You don’t have to be friends but you also can’t go on like this. It’s not worth the energy-”

Miguel: “Why don’t you tell him that? He’s the one that that–”

“How about you tell him, right now.”

(Rings the bell) 

“Miggy, you don’t have to be friends with this boy again if you don’t want to, but you have to be civil. You’re not doing yourself any good by letting it fester like this, and going over to your friend’s house to drink  is not a solution I want you to be taking up. I really hope your hangover isn’t too bad, because I have a feeling there’s going to be yelling.”

The door opens, and we’re led inside (with Miguel’s extreme reluctance) where I see Robby in the other room, looking equally as wretched and unimpressed as Miguel. I nod hello, but I think he’s trying to avoid looking at either of us. Or anyone. 

“Robby?”

Carmen: “Miguel!”

“Robby, sit down.”

(Robby): What’s up?

(Sighs.  He isn’t going to like this.) “Carmen and Diaz are coming over to talk.  You two can’t keep up this fighting stuff.”

(Robby):  “I’ve got nothing to say to him.  And I haven’t been fighting with him.  I haven’t talked to him in days.  Not since his little work girlfriend tried to start some shit with me.  I’m done.  I don’t care if I never see him again.”

“Well, then sit there and listen to what he has to say because you two are killing your Dad with this shit.  It ends today.  Understand me?”

(Robby): “Yeah.  Whatever.  He can talk.”

(Rolls eyes and goes to answer the door.)

“Because I want my son back to the way he normally is, not this brooding mess you’ve been for the past week.”

Miguel (offended): “Wow, thank you.”

I try to affectionately fluff his hair, but he doges my hand. “Miguel, please, don’t be angry. This is going to be put behind you, one way or another. Listen,” --Miguel looks at me-- “You don’t have to be friends but you also can’t go on like this. It’s not worth the energy-”

Miguel: “Why don’t you tell him that? He’s the one that that--”

“How about you tell him, right now.”

(Rings the bell) 

“Miggy, you don’t have to be friends with this boy again if you don’t want to, but you have to be civil. You’re not doing yourself any good by letting it fester like this, and going over to your friend’s house to drink  is not a solution I want you to be taking up. I really hope your hangover isn’t too bad, because I have a feeling there’s going to be yelling.”

The door opens, and we’re led inside (with Miguel’s extreme reluctance) where I see Robby in the other room, looking equally as wretched and unimpressed as Miguel. I nod hello, but I think he’s trying to avoid looking at either of us. Or anyone. 

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Hey Darling, @nursejoylove

I am going to kill Miggy. This isn’t like him. God, I don’t understand. He’s not like that. I don’t really know the other boy, but I know Miguel wouldn’t blatantly make stuff up lie that. I can guarantee that girl had some part in it. I don’t like her, just had a bad feeling from the start, you know?

Hey Darling, @nursejoylove

I am going to kill Miggy. This isn’t like him. God, I don’t understand. He’s not like that. I don’t really know the other boy, but I know Miguel wouldn’t blatantly make stuff up lie that. I can guarantee that girl had some part in it. I don’t like her, just had a bad feeling from the start, you know?

Hey Darling, @nursejoylove

I leave Diaz’s room @therunawaystudent as he’s starting to shake out the cobwebs in his head.  I don’t think he has anything left in his guts to heave up…and I’m off to go and find him some more water and to rub the sleep out of my eyes.  I must have been exhausted.  It had been an emotional day…with @mamabearlarusso‘s lunch time visit and the want to help @robby-l-keene handle his mom’s situation…which I was still pissed at Robby for blocking access to his own family.  I suppose I get it…it’s just…he still doesn’t understand the circumstances.  My hand is throbbing and the bandages need changed..and I’m looking at it as I turn the corner and bump straight into @nursejoylove.  She was shrugging out of her sweater and had her scrub top almost halfway off over her head when she ran into my solid wall of chest.  It was dark in the living room…only the lamp near the couch was on.  I tried to alert her before the fists and screams came flying. 

“WHOA…WHOA!!  Carmen…It’s ME!  It’s Johnny!!”

Johnny?

I quickly head into Miggy’s room, and knock on the slightly open door.

“Miggy, can I come in?”

(Muffled) “Yes.”

I slide the door fully open, and he’s sitting up in bed. “Johnny said you were sick. Have you been feeling alright?”

He looks away for a moment. “Yeah… don’t worry about me. I guess I didn’t really eat today before I took those.”

I eye the bottle on the nightstand. “Oh, yes, please don’t take those on an empty stomach, very bad.” He nods. “And don’t dehydrate yourself. I’m gonna bring you some tea, okay? Do you wanna come and sit in the kitchen with us?”

He looks a little anxious, but why?

Maybe he doesn’t feel the best still. I sit down on the edge of his bed, and put a hand to his forehead. He doesn’t feel hot, always a good sign. “You feel okay?”

He shrugs. “Mind if I stay in here? I was gonna video call with Sam.”

Well, at least he has her to keep him company. “Oh sure, of course. I’m gonna bring you a tea with some toast though, alright? I just wanna make sure you’re eating and drinking adequately.”

“Okay. And, honey please, on the toast.”

I smile, “Toast with honey, for my honey.” I miss his forehead, and I manage to coax out a smile from him. “Okay. I’ll be back in a bit. Gotta wash the hospital off me. Johnny’s still in the kitchen if you wanna go say hi.”

He looks to the hallway. “Yeah okay, maybe.”

I hear talking coming from Diaz’s room and I hear a girl’s voice.  I’m gonna need to ask him about that later…I didn’t know he was interested in anyone these days…I wonder if it’s still…

I must have been lost in thought because I feel a warm hand touch me in the middle of my back and I startle at Carmen’s coming around the corner.  She’s dressed in flannel pajamas and her hair is wet and put up in a towel.  She smiles at me and grabs mugs from the cabinet as the tea kettle starts to whistle.  I put some bread in the toaster and she brings the honey out of the pantry.  It all feels really comfortable and she smiles at me as if she’s impressed by my meager kitchen skills.  She stays close to me a lot of brief touches and smiles and then she notices my hand.  

“Yeah I might need a fix-up job, Doc…” 

"Johnny, what happened to you?" Another thought suddenly comes to me. "Please don't tell me this was from a fight... Is everything been okay with you lately?"

When I was younger, I remember people saying girls are full of drama. Little girls , teenage girls, always more of a handful when they're older. On the contrary, I have more than enough drama in my life thanks to the boys!

I leave Diaz’s room @therunawaystudent as he’s starting to shake out the cobwebs in his head.  I don’t think he has anything left in his guts to heave up…and I’m off to go and find him some more water and to rub the sleep out of my eyes.  I must have been exhausted.  It had been an emotional day…with @mamabearlarusso‘s lunch time visit and the want to help @robby-l-keene handle his mom’s situation…which I was still pissed at Robby for blocking access to his own family.  I suppose I get it…it’s just…he still doesn’t understand the circumstances.  My hand is throbbing and the bandages need changed..and I’m looking at it as I turn the corner and bump straight into @nursejoylove.  She was shrugging out of her sweater and had her scrub top almost halfway off over her head when she ran into my solid wall of chest.  It was dark in the living room…only the lamp near the couch was on.  I tried to alert her before the fists and screams came flying. 

“WHOA…WHOA!!  Carmen…It’s ME!  It’s Johnny!!”

Johnny?

I quickly head into Miggy's room, and knock on the slightly open door.

"Miggy, can I come in?"

(Muffled) "Yes."

I slide the door fully open, and he's sitting up in bed. "Johnny said you were sick. Have you been feeling alright?"

He looks away for a moment. "Yeah... don't worry about me. I guess I didn't really eat today before I took those."

I eye the bottle on the nightstand. "Oh, yes, please don't take those on an empty stomach, very bad." He nods. "And don't dehydrate yourself. I'm gonna bring you some tea, okay? Do you wanna come and sit in the kitchen with us?"

He looks a little anxious, but why?

Maybe he doesn't feel the best still. I sit down on the edge of his bed, and put a hand to his forehead. He doesn't feel hot, always a good sign. "You feel okay?"

He shrugs. "Mind if I stay in here? I was gonna video call with Sam."

Well, at least he has her to keep him company. "Oh sure, of course. I'm gonna bring you a tea with some toast though, alright? I just wanna make sure you're eating and drinking adequately."

"Okay. And, honey please, on the toast."

I smile, "Toast with honey, for my honey." I miss his forehead, and I manage to coax out a smile from him. "Okay. I'll be back in a bit. Gotta wash the hospital off me. Johnny's still in the kitchen if you wanna go say hi."

He looks to the hallway. "Yeah okay, maybe."

I leave Diaz’s room @therunawaystudent as he’s starting to shake out the cobwebs in his head.  I don’t think he has anything left in his guts to heave up…and I’m off to go and find him some more water and to rub the sleep out of my eyes.  I must have been exhausted.  It had been an emotional day…with @mamabearlarusso‘s lunch time visit and the want to help @robby-l-keene handle his mom’s situation…which I was still pissed at Robby for blocking access to his own family.  I suppose I get it…it’s just…he still doesn’t understand the circumstances.  My hand is throbbing and the bandages need changed..and I’m looking at it as I turn the corner and bump straight into @nursejoylove.  She was shrugging out of her sweater and had her scrub top almost halfway off over her head when she ran into my solid wall of chest.  It was dark in the living room…only the lamp near the couch was on.  I tried to alert her before the fists and screams came flying. 

“WHOA…WHOA!!  Carmen…It’s ME!  It’s Johnny!!”

Johnny?

I leave Diaz’s room @therunawaystudent as he’s starting to shake out the cobwebs in his head.  I don’t think he has anything left in his guts to heave up…and I’m off to go and find him some more water and to rub the sleep out of my eyes.  I must have been exhausted.  It had been an emotional day…with @mamabearlarusso‘s lunch time visit and the want to help @robby-l-keene handle his mom’s situation…which I was still pissed at Robby for blocking access to his own family.  I suppose I get it…it’s just…he still doesn’t understand the circumstances.  My hand is throbbing and the bandages need changed..and I’m looking at it as I turn the corner and bump straight into @nursejoylove.  She was shrugging out of her sweater and had her scrub top almost halfway off over her head when she ran into my solid wall of chest.  It was dark in the living room…only the lamp near the couch was on.  I tried to alert her before the fists and screams came flying. 

“WHOA…WHOA!!  Carmen…It’s ME!  It’s Johnny!!”

Johnny?

Here Robby.  You asked when the last time I cut my hair was.

Shannon always sent me a picture of him every year…unless I went out and got some made myself.  There were a couple of times…I haven’t had too many recently since the invention of the “self-thingies”  no one goes to a K-mart or an Olan Mills anymore.

He’s always had a bit of the “Little Brat” in him…just kidding son!

He loved those bowl cuts…it was cheap for Shannon too!

a 6 pack already??  I remember he found some of my old shots and wanted to be just like Daddy!

An old school picture…I can’t remember what grade?

Going to Getty’s was all the rage back in the day…they took some decent shots…however…I could have used a haircut…but that don’t detract from the BADASS!

You were so cute, what happened to my sweet little boy? :p Now you’re breaking glass swans at wedding parties and nearly giving me a heart attack :p

And I've had my share of hair adventures, including a blonde phase...

Here Robby.  You asked when the last time I cut my hair was.

Shannon always sent me a picture of him every year…unless I went out and got some made myself.  There were a couple of times…I haven’t had too many recently since the invention of the “self-thingies”  no one goes to a K-mart or an Olan Mills anymore.

He’s always had a bit of the “Little Brat” in him…just kidding son!

He loved those bowl cuts…it was cheap for Shannon too!

a 6 pack already??  I remember he found some of my old shots and wanted to be just like Daddy!

An old school picture…I can’t remember what grade?

Going to Getty’s was all the rage back in the day…they took some decent shots…however…I could have used a haircut…but that don’t detract from the BADASS!

You were so cute, what happened to my sweet little boy? :p Now you’re breaking glass swans at wedding parties and nearly giving me a heart attack :p

Here Robby.  You asked when the last time I cut my hair was.

Shannon always sent me a picture of him every year…unless I went out and got some made myself.  There were a couple of times…I haven’t had too many recently since the invention of the “self-thingies”  no one goes to a K-mart or an Olan Mills anymore.

He’s always had a bit of the “Little Brat” in him…just kidding son!

He loved those bowl cuts…it was cheap for Shannon too!

a 6 pack already??  I remember he found some of my old shots and wanted to be just like Daddy!

An old school picture…I can’t remember what grade?

Going to Getty’s was all the rage back in the day…they took some decent shots…however…I could have used a haircut…but that don’t detract from the BADASS!

You were so cute, what happened to my sweet little boy? :p Now you're breaking glass swans at wedding parties and nearly giving me a heart attack :p

Thought I saw @extremeskate out at the grocery store when I went out this weekend...I dunno...it explains a lot🤔

I was gonna save this for one of those TBS things...but since you’re pushing your luck

Thanks for the invite @nursejoylove…I’m gonna need something after Diaz put my brains to work…I think I skipped that part of English in Mrs. Simpson’s class.  

I turn back around, and get a blank stare from him.

“Uh, it’s like… shrimps, muscles, rice, all that good stuff, you’ll like it. I just got all this fresh today.” He sits down, and I bring some sparkling water to the table. No beer here, Johnny dear. 

Miguel finally comes out from his room. He’d napped almost as soon as he’d come home.

“Sparkling water is fine…as long as it’s got a kick to it!”  *still could use a beer though*

“Thanks, mama. Hey, sensei.”

I sit down, or rather slump down, at the table. Mama barely noticeable, she’s talking to Johnny. He notices, though.

“Uh… Work was okay.”

Jesus I hope he didn’t see me today. I know Robby did. Maybe. Probably. Just my fucking luck.

Did it just get tense in here? 

We eat quietly for a few minutes, and Miguel’s phone keeps buzzing in his pocket. My popular little boy. He seems engrossed in his food. 

“….how is that?”  I catch the tail end of what she’s saying.  

I can see Miguel pull his phone out under the table, and for a moment I assume it’s just Sam, texting each other like they usually do, but something in his expression tells me this isn’t a cute, lovey-dovey message. 

“Miggy.”

He doesn’t even look up. 

“Mi-guel.” 

He looks up quick. “Yeah?”

Jesus, just put the phone down. Forget about him you massive crybaby. You’re beyond weak if you’re letting this get to you.

I’m scowling, I can feel it.

I look up, and Johnny is looking at me with… a look.

“What…?”

“Carmen… would you like to take a walk with me after dinner?” I say ignoring Diaz. I think he needs to think about some things and get his head right.

(Him): “Nothing. It’s fine.”

If you say so. 

Thanks for the invite @nursejoylove…I’m gonna need something after Diaz put my brains to work…I think I skipped that part of English in Mrs. Simpson’s class.  

I turn back around, and get a blank stare from him.

“Uh, it’s like… shrimps, muscles, rice, all that good stuff, you’ll like it. I just got all this fresh today.” He sits down, and I bring some sparkling water to the table. No beer here, Johnny dear. 

Miguel finally comes out from his room. He’d napped almost as soon as he’d come home.

“Sparkling water is fine…as long as it’s got a kick to it!”  *still could use a beer though*

“Thanks, mama. Hey, sensei.”

I sit down, or rather slump down, at the table. Mama barely noticeable, she’s talking to Johnny. He notices, though.

“Uh… Work was okay.”

Jesus I hope he didn’t see me today. I know Robby did. Maybe. Probably. Just my fucking luck.

Did it just get tense in here? 

We eat quietly for a few minutes, and Miguel’s phone keeps buzzing in his pocket. My popular little boy. He seems engrossed in his food. 

“….how is that?”  I catch the tail end of what she’s saying.  

I can see Miguel pull his phone out under the table, and for a moment I assume it’s just Sam, texting each other like they usually do, but something in his expression tells me this isn’t a cute, lovey-dovey message. 

“Miggy.”

He doesn’t even look up. 

“Mi-guel.” 

He looks up quick. “Yeah?”