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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"Bullshit. If this is your idea of a joke, it's not funny."
"I'm not joking."
"Bitch..Deadass..?" You put your hands on your head, so close to banging it against a wall.
"Deadass, deadasss." He still has his stupid grin but you know that's the closest to serious you're going to get from him.
"HOW?! It's physically impossible that the beautiful sweet boy I've been yapping about is that fucking annoying ass little bitch." You groan and bury your face in your pillow.
"The only person it can be is him cause no one else in our homeroom has a twin besides him."
"Bitchhhh. Nope, gonna D1 crash out right now." You scream into your pillow before feeling a hand on your back. You spring up and turn to see Aiden with a grin.
"It's true. Sooo, what're you gonna do now?"
"Umm..shoot myself?" You sigh and go to your drawers, looking for hair clips. You grin as you find a bunch of light-up star ones.
"Y/n..." He playfully scolds you. You roll your eyes but then remember he called you by your name.
"Hey, in school, just call me n/n." You say as you lay down, setting the clips to the side. You pat the area between your legs signaling for him to sit.
"Okay! Why though?" He says, now sitting between your legs, and you begin to rummage through your clips.
"Because I don't want the others to know that I go to the same school. Not yet at least." He just hums and nods, closing his eyes as you start to decorate his hair.
It feels weird to see him so quiet and not bouncing off the walls, even if it's been less than two hours since you've met this boy. Oddly enough, something about him is just comforting and you feel relaxed.
"Alright. But can I at least introduce you to them? I promise I won't say your real name!" He looks up at you with his signature grin and you know you can't say yes to him, so you hesitantly agree and look away with a smile smile.
You then remember something important and look for your phone, momentarily letting go of his hair.
He grumbles and looks at you, watching you as if you were the most amusing thing at the moment.
You raise a brow and stare right back. "Yes? Got something to say??"
He laughs and rests his face on his hand, lying on his side as he looks at you on the floor. "What'cha lookin' for?"
"My phone." You say simply, and it hits you that this guy also has a phone.
"Why?" You ignore his question and ask your own instead.
"What time is it?"
Although barely noticeable, his smile falters as he checks the time.
"11:55," He says quietly. He sits up normally and looks outside your window.
