Twisita Shorts

Talk and Avoid (Ramón José's P.O.V.)

"I know, I miss you too. Can you sneak away tonight?" Otto and I overheard Twister talking on the phone with my sister. "Busted!" Otto and I barged into his room. He was sprawled out in bed, but jumped up when we came in. "Uh, mi amor I gotta go, Ramón José and Otto both just got here."

He told the person on the other line who hung up immediately afterwards. Otto didn't understand what that meant, but I told him that it meant 'my love' in Spanish. "What are you two doing here, bros?" He asked nervously. "We came to see if you wanted to hang. Who's the chick?" I asked curiously, grabbing his desk chair and sitting down, while Otto decided to stand.

"Feel like surfing?" He asked, avoiding my last question.

"Wait a second, is it the same girl you kissed last month? 'Cuz we still haven't forgotten bro." I replied, upset that he was still hiding this from Otto and me. "Or did you guys want to hit up MadTown and skate?" He asked, ignoring us again. "Come on bro! Why won't you tell us who it is?" I pushed. "Can't you just forget about it guey?" Twister begged.

"Fine. Whatever man." I lied. One way or another, Otto and I were going to find out who it was that got our homie lying to us and soon.