It's a chat fic and fanfic ??
We love our grumpy 5'10 baseball playing hispanic man ??
Fem reader
Btw, reader is Mexican mind you cause thats the way ik how to write best, so there will be words in spanish that i'm too lazy to translate so be wa...
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"Y/n. Y/N!!" You jolt awake, for what felt like the third time in the past 12 hours. You hum, letting her know that you're at least conscious.
"Come on, get up. I have work on three and a half hours and if I want to make it on time, we have to leave right now." She paces around the room while getting ready and packing your stuff from the night before.
You grumble and turn on your phone, reading the number '4:30' You groan, and blink to stay awake. "Why'd you have to go so early...?"
Your mother sighs socks in one hand with shoes in the other. "8:00 was the latest time my boss was able to give me. You know that I was going to start working at 5:30 from now on. The only reason that I called him last night was to tell him how far I was and that I wouldn't make it on time. I was lucky to get this extension."
You just stare at her blankly, half of her words didn't register in your half-asleep brain. You just shook your head and walked over to your duffel bag and pulled out pjs and a soccer shirt. You didn't watch soccer unless it was with your dad, so the shirts you had were his.
Some were custom from when he played soccer. Your father once told you that he wished he had a soccer career instead of being a lawyer. You sometimes felt bad for him but he seemed to accept it.
You throw on the shirt and some Batman pjs, playing 'eenie meenie minie mo' between your Converse and Jordan's. You ended up picking your Converse.
"Alright mija, tienes todo?" Your mom asks, now in front of the hotel doors. You look at your few possessions and nod. With your confirmation, you and your mom start to make your way to the car. You lazily look at the parking lot and it looks so familiar yet foreign. You think back to the weird nightmare you had and shudder.
Your mother moves things around and shoves your bags into the trunk. As you were about to walk away, you spit a wooden handle from the corner of your eye, just like the one from last night. You rub your eyes and enter the car, starting to get headaches from the thoughts.
Once your mom enters the driver's seat, she starts the car and drives out of the parking lot and out of the city. You turn around and look out the back window, seeing the city grow smaller and smaller until all you see is the road.
You sigh, knowing it's going to be a long trip. Opening your phone, you finally see the notifications from the group chat and click on the messages
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