happy making music -- O P E N

[ELLA MARIE TORRES]

Ella sighed into the phone. She loved her little sister dearly, but there were moments when she just did not want to deal with anymore of her boy drama. Carmen Torres was definitely the flirt in the family. She was the second eldest and only a year and a half apart from Ella, and already she had dated more then twice as many guys (which wasn’t actually that hard, since Ella has had a steady boyfriend since she was seventeen) and had so much more experience. It seemed that Carmen went through boys faster then Ella could keep up. Still though, she acted the dutiful big sister and tried to offer the younger girl advice, even if she had no idea what to say. Some of the situations Carmen got herself into really amazed the brunette. Really, she had no idea how half of it was even possible. Then, it seemed, with her sister, anything was possible.

“Well,” Ella interjected her sister’s tirade about her latest lover unable to pleasure her. “Maybe he jus can’t find the right spot? You know, you should try and go for a hufflepuff, they are particularly good at finding things.” As expected, Carmen didn’t exactly react well to that. Something about how making jokes wasn’t helpful thank you very much and how un-sisterly it was to make mean jokes at your sister’s expense. “Right, Sorry. Continue..” Ella smirked to herself, as Carmen continued on with the saga. Eyes roaming the dorm-room (just like her mind, to be honest... She was trying to listen though). Glancing down, she frowned. The top of her cleavage was still burnt from the beach last week. Her poor breasticles. She really should put more lotion on them. Balancing the phone between her shoulder and ear, Ella lunged across the bed to her desk. Grabbing the aloe vera.

The brunette rubbed the soothing lotion onto the affected area, as Carmen came to the climax of her story (sadly, not her own personal climax). Ella sighed yet again, tossing the bottle back to her desk. Holding her oily hands up in the air so she didn’t get the stuff everywhere. “Well hon, I hate to say it, but it was pretty silly to fall for a line like ‘lets go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love. I may not be an expert on men, but I know that roughly translates to ‘lets have a one off thing and I’ll never call you again.” I burst of anger came through the phone, and Ella winced slightly. Sometimes it was almost impossible to speak honestly to her sister. Sighing, she tried to sooth the firey sister on the end of the phone. “Come on babe, don’t hash my mellow. He sounds like a creeper, and your better off without him anyway.” A pause. “Alright, you go to class. I’ll talk to you soon. Love you chica.”

Letting the phone drop from her shoulder and onto the bed, Ella stood up. Moving over to her closet, the young woman wiped her oily hands on a towel that was hanging on her hat rack. God, what a downer. She had been having a rather pleasant afternoon reading until her sister had called. Now with clean hands, Ella moved over to her Ipod speakers. Pressing play. The song she had paused to answer the phone filled the room once more. And so we’ve come to the end of the road. It’s un-natural. I belong to you.. Ella smiled. She had a secret love of nineties boy bands. It was her happy making music. Everyone needed some happy music, it made life.. well, happy.

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[IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ]

WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END

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There had only been a couple of times where he woke up and didn't have an idea where he was. This was one of those times. He opened his eyes to find a beautiful blonde laying next to him deep in sleep. The problem was he didn't know where he was or what her name was. So then there was the debating of waking her up and asking who she was. Or try to slither out very quietly as not to wake her. The normal strange of guilt swept over him as he tried to figure out what to do. Ivan really didn't mean to have situations like these, but sometimes someone just got drinking a little too much. It didn't mean anything, which didn't make him feel all that better about himself. It was what it was, and he usually didn't feel a lot of regrets with it. Something else was building up inside of him. Not all throughout like the guilt, but building up in his head.

Oh right, it was a hangover. He moved a little bit and all of a sudden it was like a giant hammer swung as hard as it could aside of his head. He gripped it, and by the quick movement, the girl beside him stirred. He froze but didn't move any more. She relaxed and seemed to fall again into sleep. Ivan had to get out of here. If she reconized him later, then he'd have to deal with it then, but this was a little much. With great caution, he moved out and started the scavenger hunt for the clothes spread in various places. Flashes of the previous night were flashing in his mind. Something about bar and then knowing around the location where she was living. It was hard to tell, as some of the flashes didn't make any sense. Others he wanted to smack himself in the head, but his hangover would have been worse.

Finally he managed to find all of his clothes minus a sock, but that can be something to remember him by. He just needed to get out of there and get some milk. Water. A smoke. Anything to ease the pain. He felt like taking a bunch of night pills and sleeping forever. Ivan tended to be dramatic into his own mind at times like these, so of course he never meant what half of he said. He looked around and found a gatorade bottle. That would help. So he snagged that and lightly opened the door into a bright light. He winced at the bright light, trying to use the red drink to shade his eyes, but all he did was end up squinting and shank a bottle on his forehead. That wasn't planned. He whimpered slightly, rubbing his head with his shaking hand.

He stood up and started to walk, trying to figure out exactally where he was and how to get back to his own place so he could travel back to his place. With the odd feeling, he felt like he knew this place. Or he had been there before. Ivan hung out with his friends all the time, so there had to be someone close by. Then he could figure out where it was. His brain was fuzzy and his mind wasn't straight, but he did remember... his eyes peered behind him and he started to walk the opposite direction. He had been down this path before, so it had to be somewhere he knew. Finally, he landed on the fimilar doorstep. He really hoped that he was doing this right, or it really would have been embarassing to land in the wrong place.

He almost tripped over the first step, but caught himself with the door, crashing into it. To cover it up, he knocked on the door a couple of more times. He showed up on people's doorstep all the time un-announced. If they didn't answer, they wern't home. He blinked, seeing that he was starting to get use to it. Was it morning? He couldn't even tell. It was too dizzy like. He turned around, feeling like he heard something behind him.

BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH

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[ELLA MARIE TORRES]

Ella hadn’t exactly been expecting anyone. So when the knock came and interrupted her dancing around her dorm to End of the Road, she was rather shocked. The brunette paused mid dance step to turn her face to the door. Staring at it dubiously. For a moment, a thought flashed in her mind, that it was her sister come to rant at her some more. However that was silly, as she was a good few hours by car away. Besides that, Ella could think of other people she’d rather surprise visit her. Bobby, in particular. That thought sent a shooting pang through her stomach. Most times she was fine, but when she found herself thinking about the boy on accident, her emotions would swell up and she’d be reminded of just how much it hurt to miss him. Of course, with time it had become easier. She’d gotten used to things as just the way life was. But there were moments it was harder to deal with. Moments when all she wanted was to just feel his arms around her.

Pushing those thoughts from her mind, Ells swung into action. Bounding over to her desk, she turned her music down. Not off though. While she knew others sometimes found her taste in music tacky or lame or a thesaurus of other negative and un-cool things, Ella didn’t actually care. If you didn’t like her taste in music, that was fine really. But that did not mean Ella was about to stop liking what she liked, for the sake of others. She was fairly comfortable with who she was to be honest. While she did have a few self esteem issues, there were mainly about her appearance. The young woman was happy with who she was on the inside. However well adjusted she was though, she realized that not everyone who could have been at her door would really appreciate the sort of music that had been blaring. The least she could do was turn it down.

Running her hands over the summer cotton dress she was wearing, Ella soothed any creases before tugging at the neckline. She loved this dress, but it always seemed to fall down past the level of cleavage she was comfortable showing in public. It was supposed to be a cute dress, it was covered in cartoony fruits with faces for god’s sake. It wasn’t supposed to be sultry and show off the few assets she had. Rolling her eyes at the dress, Ella made her way to the door of her dorm. Un-latching the lock before turning the handle and opening the door. She was greeted with Ivan’s back. Charming. The youth smirked to herself. It wasn’t the first time he’d just shown up, and she didn’t expect it would be the last. Ivan was like that, she’d grown used to it. No doubt he’d be hung-over. He was always hung-over.

In all honesty, how much the young man liked to drink bothered Ella. More then she admitted to Ivan. She knew there wasn’t a whole lot she could say to him about it that would change thing. And he hadn’t yet hit that place for himself where he realised things were bad. So the best she could do was just be there for him. Nurse him through those times where he was throwing up like no-one’s business, or feed him when he was hung-over. Hoping the fact he had people looking out for him meant he wouldn’t find himself in too much of a mess. Stepping aside, she made room for him to come in. “There’s Ibuprofen on my desk.” She informed the boy instead of a greeting. Her tone bemused. Looked like she was going to have to medicate him, feed him, then do something quiet while he slept it off. Welcome to a normal weekend.

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[IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ]

WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END

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Oh fuck, it wasn't anything. His mind making illusions again. A door opened behind him and he spun back around, almost rotation a little too much, but he caught himself yet again. Oh yeah, thats who lived here. It was his best friend, Ella. The one to smack him aside the head whenever he was doing pratically anything. He actually cleaned his behavior when she was around. It was just the urge to do so. He blinked at her. Damn, she looked hot. Ivan might have not have thought of Ella that way, but there was no denying it. Her little sundress gave some show of the guns she had. Ivan couldn't help but notice. It was a guy thing. He might have made more of a deal out of it if a chistle wasn't pounding at the side of his head.

She stepped aside, as this probably happened one hundred times over. He went over and gave her a large hug. Ivan was huge. He was six four, so he always seemed to tackle someone when he hugged them. His little lack of balance didn't improve the situation. "Ella, I really fucking love you." He told her in her ear, then breaking and went to hunt for her desk. It was like a second home to him. The fimilar light smell of her household. For an instant, it relieved the hangover. However, the small soothing the place brought was overcome by karma and it contiuned to pound within his head. He found the Ibprofen and took the moment to open the gatorade he was holding. He about spilled it all over the desk, but managed to keep it stable.

He choked a couple of them, and turned to find Ella again. He didn't mean to be so rude and barge in. Sure, he did it all the time, but he still felt like apologizing every time. He looked over and said, "Nice dress. Makes you look hot." He told her quite bluntly. His nature didn't allow him to be silent about something like that. Too many girls had esteem problems when they really shouldn't have. So he felt it was his job to make sure it's not that way. Not that Ella had those kinds of problems, but who knows what went through her head. "Whats that loud banging noise?" He asked suddenly, then before she could answer, he held up his hand, "Oh wait, its my fucking head." Ivan said this in both light humor and seriousness.

He look around and managed to find some place to sit. Oh, it felt good to sit. He rubbed his head and looked back up at her. Suddenly, he realized that she probably knew her neighbors pretty well. Might as well ask. "Do you know the girl that lives like... five places down... I woke up next to her today. Seems like a nice girl." That was purely judging on her gently sleeping and the small words she had said in her memory. She had a high pitched voice though. That was the only real flaw that Ivan could think of that he knew of her. Maybe Ella would know something about her. Who knew? He took another large drink from the red gatorade, feeling that it was even better then water at this point.

BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH

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[ELLA MARIE TORRES]

Ella felt her lips tug into a smile as she felt his arms pull her into s hug. She did love Ivan’s hugs. She had to admit. Being rather short, it wasn’t hard to be taller than her, so Ivan was like, extra tall. When he hugged her, it was as though she was being completely enveloped by him. It was warm, and nice, and reminded Ella of her eldest (but younger than her) brother’s hugs. He was a tall, broad guy, so it was about the same as hugging Ivan. Wrapping her own arms around him, Ella snuggled into the cuddle. She was a big fan of affection, so she’d take it anytime she could get it. You probably weren’t friends with Ella if she hadn’t tried to hug you at least once. Nuzzling into him, she couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “You love my pain-killer supply..” she teased, before adding a more serious “love you too, Ivan. Love you too.”

When she was released from the bear-hug, Ella moved to close the door to her dorm. Re-latching it. Standing near the door, she watched him as he found the pain-killers and downed a few. Biting her lip. She was tempted to go over there and help him, but she curbed that temptation. He was perfectly capable of doing it on his own, she didn’t need to help him. After all, there was such a thing as mothering too much. Which was something Ella was highly guilty of sometimes. She needed to learn when to back off a little and just let people make their own mistakes and learn from them. What would they ever learn with her jumping in and saving them every three seconds? Nothing. That was what. Absolutely nothing. Tough love, baby, tough love. Ella sighed, who exactly was it tough for, though, them or her? She was thinking here..

As he turned to address her again, Ella snorted. The only person she ever really took complements along the lines of ‘hot’ from was Bobby, and even then it was because she knew it was one fight she could not loose. Also because it was hard to disagree that someone found you attractive when they were touching and kissing you like that. Instead of taking Ivan’s complement, she turned it into a joke. “Be careful, babe, I’s a taken woman.” She wiggled her hips playfully, moving across the room. “Oh but that’s right, I’m not shy or meek or awkward enough for you. Ho Hum.” She shot him a playful sigh. Setting down on her bed. A frown broke her light teasing though at his next words. Before she could answer though, he’d answered for himself. Poor thing, it must really hurt to be hung-over. “The pain killers will kick in soon, hon.” She assured him, sitting down on her bed.

At his next question, Ella raised a delicate eyebrow. So that’s where he had been? Charming. They’d already had plenty of discussions about how it probably wasn’t the best to sleep with lots of random girls. She wasn’t really in the mood to repeat that conversation, so instead Ella shrugged. “I’m not too sure, I think she’s new this year, and I’ve seen her a few times though. She seems nice. Don’t know her name though.” Not really in the mood for another conversation about sex either, Ella rose. “You hungry? I’ll make you some eggs.” Leaning down, she kissed his forehead before moving towards the kitchenette area of the dorm. Collecting from the fridge everything she’d need for scrambled eggs.

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[IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ]

WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END

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Ivan almost didn't catch what she said. As he was really wanting some painkillers. Now that the cure was so close, the headache was almost unbarable. He normally would have put a half smile on his face with what she said, but his mood wasn't all that smiley. Instead, the corner of his mouth twitched and light humor showed brightly in his dark, deep eyes. In a teasing way back, he covered it up with a simple shrug, glad his bottle still wasn't opened at that time, or it would have gone all over the floor. "No, the painkillers are an element about you that I love." Ivan said, trying to keep as much of a straight face as possible, which he was very brilliant at. In fact, most of his friends said that if he was keeping a straight face with no flinches, he was probably lying or kidding.

There was one thing missing about him though. It was his hat. He looked everywhere in that dorm and didn't find a single sign of any hat laying around. His hat was like his sheild. So that meant that between somewhere and the bar he had lost his hat. Hopefully it didn't disappear to where it did last time. The last encounter he accidently sold it to a hobo, who claimed that if he was given the hat, then all of his wishes would come true. Fuck that. None of the wishes that Ivan had wished for had happened. He didn't expect them to when he woke up, but when he was wasted, his heart was really set on what the funny man with a bierd was saying. It was very enlightning and he died a little inside. Now his hat was no where to be found. Bad things happened without his hat.

He scratched his curly hair, trying to ease down the head-ache a little bit. Talking to Ella did make a good distraction. She had been taking care of him for as long as he could remember getting himself in trouble. Which means she knew what kind of humor he liked and what to say to get him easily distracted. Taking another drink he laughed at her hip swaying. He was also trying not to be rude to stare. As he was about to respond, she told him that she wasn't insecure enough for him. For reasons Ivan never really could explain, he always fell for the girls that were so down to earth. Not nessasarly insecure like Ella was describing, but just modest. With his habits, everyone figured it would be the party girl. Instead, it usually was the smart girl who was probably the biggest prude in town.

At both of them, he laughed a little bit, adding with a smile, "Doesn't make you any less hot." He said simply. Though he was teasing her, what he stated was true. Her dark color skin and hair flowed quite brilliantly off of the dress she was wearing. The dress he actually hadn't seen her ever wear in public for an odd reason. Probably had to do with how much area it showed. Ivan never really understood that with girls. If you had nice guns, might as well show them off. He'd show off his own if all the public wasn't so freaked out about it. As to do that would probably have been 'offense' behavior. People were a bunch of pussies.

The mention of her boyfriend made him nod. Ivan actually hadn't really met the guy, so he hoped he wasn't the jealous type. He gave a crooked smile, "How is dear Bobby? Still the luckiest bastard to walk this Earth?" Then with quick wit, he added, "You know, besides me." Ivan wasn't going to lie. When Ella and Ivan first met, he did start to like her. However, she was a lot more better friend then anything else he could think of. He flirted with everyone all the time. It was like a natural vibe. Him not to do it would be Ivan not being himself. A mix with those comments and a lot of curse words equaled Ivan's daily language.

She told a little bit about her. New. So at least Ivan hadn't seen her before. It was always a double hurt on her. Ella's sudden subject change was rather her disconfort with the subject they were already on or she really did want eggs. Perhaps it could have been a mixture of both. Either way, the sound of food really perked him up. His figure stood up straighter and his eyes more alert. Food was so good. It was the one thing he would love forever until the world ended. "I would love some... please" His please sounded very much like a small child asking her mother to cook some breakfast. Her kiss on the forehead gave him the impression he was a kid again, which he really didn't mind. His mother did a fine job on raising him on her own, but it was nice to have another type around.

BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH

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[ELLA MARIE TORRES]

Had Ella known that at the start of their friendship, Ivan’s feelings had been a little more than platonic, they probably wouldn’t be so close right now. She had issues trusting guys who right off the bat liked her romantically. She just didn’t trust their motives. Ella saw herself as the girl you had to get to know before you realised you wanted her- that her beauty was in her personality. She also felt like she was the sort of girl you settled down with, not one you had your fun with while in college. She was the wife sort of girl, not the ‘I’m young and want to have fun’ sort of girl. Not that any of that really mattered at all. She was, after all, sort of engaged. She didn’t like to think of herself as engaged too much, or say it out loud, Not until Bobby was permanently at least in the same country. For fear of jinxing things. Maybe he wouldn’t want to marry her when he got home? Maybe he wouldn’t come- No, she wouldn’t allow herself to finish that thought.

Ella let out a sigh as she closed the fridge. She had been musing over his comment about Bobby being a lucky ‘bastard’ since the boy had said it. She hadn’t really said much then, more focussing on answering his questions about the girl a few dorms down. Ella was like that, more focussed on other people as opposed to herself. She’d been told countless times she needed to be a little more self focused at times, but she didn’t think she would change. Once a martyr always a martyr right? However now she had solved his dilemma more or less as best she could, she let her mind slip back to the old comment. For one, she knew it was supposed to be a compliment directed at her. She didn’t understand exactly what about her made Bobby lucky, but she wasn’t going to question it. At least not right then.

“Bobby may be lucky..” she started, cleaning up his phrasing just a little. Hoping he’d follow her train of thought. Though it was iffy. He was fairly hung-over and perhaps her mental gymnastics would confuse him a little. She hoped not too much. As she continued taking, Ella went about the business of making eggs. Keeping her tone as conversational as she could. “But he’s not exactly smart.” Getting out a bowl, Ella cracked four eggs into it, before grinding in some salt and pepper. “If he was smart, he’d be sitting where you are right now, having eggs with me..” It wasn’t her intention to make Ivan feel unwanted at all. She was more than happy for Ivan to be there, and not just because she saw him as some replacement. The boy gave her something completely different to Bobby. She loved him just as she loved her family.

His comment had just started her down a train of thought, that was all. She gave a small shrug as she added milk and cheese to the eggs. Whisking slowly. “Or at least, next to you..” she clarified, hoping he wasn’t taking what she was saying the wrong way. “Point is, he’d come home. Or wouldn’t have even left to start with.” Giving a shrug, she moved to take some diced bacon from the freezer. As she did, her eyes glanced at Ivan. Something was off. Frowning, she turned to face him fully. “What happened to your hat, bub?” Her eyebrow raised in a concerned fashion. She knew enough to know how important the hat was.

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[IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ]

WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END

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She looked uncertain a little as she went to the fridge. Almost as if she was in deep thought. Really she shouldn't have been too shocked with his cussing. He cursed weither he was hungover, sober, drunk, or underwater with an oxygen tank. So hopefully she wasn't hesitant on that. As she rephrased it, he figured that she would take out the bastard part. Ivan didn't understand why she was still putting up with him. They may have loved each other or something like that, but still. He hardly could work a relationship when she was over with him all the type. Even he got along most of the time with the clingy girls. Ones that were never there he couldn't take. There was no point. Pointless. Whatever anyone wants to call it.

Not smart sounded like a pretty good description. Ivan just nodded in agreement. He never actually met the guy, but obviously not here, then stupid. Still, he figured it would be better to ask, especially since he wasn't all right of mind at that moment. "So... where is he again?" He asked, adding quickly, "And why isn't he here again?" She had probably explained it before, but quite honestly, his head was throbbing too much to remember just about anything. Ivan didn't have anything towards the guy, but Ella was quite important to Ivan. If she wasn't around to see her man, then something was wrong. Just seemed like a good recepie for heartbreak. Something he hadn't experienced, but had done.

Ivan blinked at her, thinking of something as it came from her mouth. "But then... I wouldn't get eggs... or I would have to share." Then there was a sudden look of horror on his face. Well, who was going to be taking care of him when he was like this? If she had a boyfriend over, then everything would change. If he was the jealous type, he might be all rawr about it. If he wasn't, then there was still that weird third wheel thing he didn't like getting himself into. Thats why friends were always a good plan. A couple with a third wheel was always weird. Did it once. Not doing it again.

Next to him. Exactally his point. Though he might as well make some fun out of it. With a shrug, "Not sure he's my type." Pointing to the sitting next to him type of thing. "And I would be pretty concerned if he woke up next to me and came over with me for some painkiller and eggs. Would kind of cramp my style." With all of this he kept a straight face. He was very good at that. Sometimes it freaked people out, thinking if he was serious. Ella knew him better though.

He frowned at the mention of his hat. He wasn't the only one that didn't figure it out. He puckered out his lip and reached up to pet his hair. His hair was up and everywhere. What he liked to call his jewfro. It was very soft and curly, and no one felt it very often. He started to zone out by petting his own hair, so he quit. One thing that Ivan would father children for was messing with his hair. Responding, he kept that puckered lip out, "I don't know... it's very distressing. I hope I didn't sell it to the hobo again."

BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH

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Giving a small shrug, Ella took a pan out. She placed it on a burner, turning it up to heat up the pan. Placing the bacon aside. She was so impatient. Ella hated waiting for things like the pan to heat up and the like. The conversation at hand wasn’t exactly making the wait any easier. She knew she’d told Ivan many times where Bobby was, but she didn’t mind so much. She understood his memory wasn’t too good when he was under the influence. “Army base camp in Okinawa, Japan.” She said with a shrug. She’d grown so used telling people that fact that it came out sort of mechanically these days. “It’s better then Iraq..” she added, tilting her head slightly, as if in thought. It was better now he was out of immediate danger, she had to admit. “At least I don’t worry so much these days.”

Now that the pan was hot enough, Ella dumped the bacon into the pan. Turning the heat down so she could cook the diced meat without burning it. The smell and sounds of cooking bacon was soothing to Ella. It reminded her of her childhood. She hoped it had the same affect on Ivan, actually, as this whole egg making thing was more for his sake then hers. She could have just made herself toast or something, but she felt like Ivan needed something a little more than toast. Giggling slightly, she rolled her eyes. “Baby, you’d have enough eggs. Don’t you worry. I do know how to cook enough to feed both of you, you know.” Now that the bacon was on its way to cooking, Ella turned her attention back to the eggs. Getting out some tomato, she started chopping it into tiny pieces. Most people weren’t exactly used to all the different ingredients, but growing up in her house, that’s just how scrambled eggs came.

Once the tomato was added, she gave the eggs another whisk before pouring them into the pan, laughing at Ivan. “Somehow I think you’re bed won’t be the one he’s climbing into hon. Even if you are one sexy man, I have a feeling you lack a certain.. well...” Ella glanced down at herself, mainly her chest, and gave a shrug. “You know.” She finished, smirking slightly. Ella wasn’t exactly completely open about her sex life, but she wasn’t a prude either. She wasn’t going to shire away from making such jokes. Of course, hers tended to be a little more tasteful then most people’s. “If you want to try though, I’d actually love to see you give it a go. He likes it when you speak Spanish while making out. I can teach you some phrases?” She glanced over her shoulder at Ivan, smirking softly as she stirred the eggs.

One thing Ella liked so much about scrambled eggs, was that they took no time at all to cook. Especially if you like them still a little runny like Ella did. Before she’d even finished teasing Ivan, the eggs were done. Turning the heat off, Ella grabbed two plates. Filling them both with the food. Putting more on Ivan’s plate then her own. Blame her mother for that little habit. Ella’s mother was constantly piling up everyone else’s plate then just giving herself the left overs. Putting a fork on each plate, Ella balanced both plates and carried them over to the bed. “Well, eat up kiddo, then when your headache’s gone, we’ll find it, Promise.” Giving the boy another kiss, this time on the cheek as she couldn’t reach his forehead. She was such a Shorty. “So what are we doing today, other then finding your hat?” Ella asked, before scooping up some food onto her fork to take a bite.

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[IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ]

WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END

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To any regular person, it would have been very strange to talk about Ella's boyfriend while she was cooking his eggs, but Ivan never looked that deep into anything. Everything with him was very plain and simple. Both good and bad looking at ways. When she started cooking, his head throbbing seemed to sooth. The sweet smells of eggs and bacon filled his nose. His stomach clenched as well. He never realized how truely hungry he was until some food came along. He would rather take the small stomach rumbling then the hangover though. So this seemed like a good trade off. His eyes closed and he tilted his head back a little bit, taking in a deep breath. Oh, it smelled so fucking good.

He was so into it, he almost didn't remember what she said where the guy was. Japan? He used that excuse once for an ex girlfriend. With that in mind, he gave her a small glance of uncertainty, but it flashed past with his very small attention span. "For Christmas, I'm going to fly my ass out to Japan and drag him back by his toes. How is that?" He asked with a half smile, adding, "And you know I will." What the difference between him saying that statment and anyone else saying it, was that Ivan probably would. It would all depend on, of course, if he could bribe his mother for the money to fly all that way, but if he could, he would. Ella seemed really distressed from how long Bobby had been gone. Ivan wasn't going to take this shit for much longer.

At her comment about the eggs, it was clear that she didn't see the problem. It wasn't the fact there wasn't going to be enough eggs. It would just be really weird company. Ivan also liked his food and to see someone else was having what he might have did make him a little mad, but he could over look that easily. "How would you fix the third wheel?" He asked, looking at the eggs she was now serving on the plate. His headache was really starting to sooth, and he figured it was a mixture of the food distraction and of the painkillers. He forgot how much he took. Nothing too bad, he hoped. It was all blury, even if it wasn't that long previously. For some reason, it seemed like what happened this morning happened the previous day.

Ivan actually laughed at her suggestion. Not because he found it funny, but because he found that it was completely untrue. Anyone would love to be with him. It's exactally what he thought, and what had been in past events, it was true. He figures the only reason that people didn't date him was that he didn't try. It was part of that oversized head of his. "Oh, right, its because I have a dick and you don't" Ivan pointed out, making it in his own Ivan extremely blunt way. "Well virgina or not, he would not be able to refuse me." At her suggestion, he did laugh because it was funny. Just the picture of it made him gag a little bit, but he was use to acting gay all the time. When he was younger, he had a gay lisp that really gave people an impression he was gay. The drunk makeouts every once in a while probably didn't help. "Please, I already know that. Puerto Rican, remember?" Though he was Puerto Rican, he actually didn't know a lot of Spanish. It kind of faded the less his family around him spoke it. He knew the essential things from high school, but as far as fluency went, it was almost impossible for him.

The food finally was at his fork. His attention directed and he attacked the food like a wild animal. He wasn't sure how long it was since he had eaten, but enough to where every bite was like heaven. On top of everything, it was Ella's cooking, which always seemed to be huge benifits. He lay down backwards on the bed and let out a moan of confort. "This stuff is like sex on toast." He exclaimed, sitting up so that he could contiune to eat it like a wild dog. At finding the hat, he smiled with a mouthful of food, glad to have some help in finding his hat. Also some support if he ran into anyone. Not that anything bad happened, but since it had in the past, he figured history would repeat itself. He looked over at Ella and say, "I don't know. Probably find someone to cruise around with." He said with a shrug.

BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH

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[ELLA MARIE TORRES]

Ella felt herself smile. She was really lucky to have a friend like Ivan. Even if she’d never in a million years let him fly all the way over there to get Bobby, the thought meant a lot to her. She loved him for even suggesting that he would. Though, it was a nice thought- having her semi fiancé home for Christmas. Ella frowned at herself. It was probably bad that she couldn’t think of herself as completely engaged, or that she didn’t wear the ring. He’d proposed. That made it official, so why couldn’t she act like it was? Sure, it was the fear that maybe it wouldn’t happen, but there had to be more to it, didn’t there? She wasn’t really sure what though. The answer to that was buried deep in her subconscious. She’d have to have faith that one day she’d figure it out. Hopefully before Bobby came home so she could deal with her issues.

Sitting next to Ivan, watching him eat, Ella sighed contently. This was how she loved to spend her weekend. In good company, knowing she’d made them happy just by cooking him eggs. Taking a bite of her own, she smiled. He was right, they were pretty darn good eggs if she did say so herself. “You know..” she started, piling more food onto her fork. “Even if Bobby was here, I’d kick him out to have eggs with you.” Grinning, she poked the boy with her foot, before filling her mouth with more food. She wasn’t sure, faced with the real life situation, that she actually would kick her boyfriend out for Ivan, but she liked to think she would. After all, you needed to reserve time for your friends. It was important for them to know they were important.

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “I know you are babe..” Of course Ella knew he was. So was she. It was something they had bonded over quickly. However, Ella had been exposed to a lot more of the culture growing up then it seemed her friend had. She was actually fluent in Spanish. She could speak it on call, but it had a habit of slipping out without her control in moments of rather heightened emotion. “Es español es malo aunque, niño.” Smirking, she rolled her eyes. Ella figured Ivan would have no idea what she had just said. Though, it was fairly simple. She’d told him his Spanish was bad, and then called him ‘child’. She’d be shocked if he figured it out. Though, she probably should give him some credit.

Still in a rather teasing mood, she continued the fluent Spanish. “Que tal nosotros vamos de compras más tarde, puede llevar mis bolsas?” Banking on the fact that the more complex she got, the less he’d understand, she asked: how about we go shopping later, you can carry my bags? While she wasn’t a huge shopper like most girls, there was a few things she wanted, and seeing Ivan agree to something like that just to cover his pride like she knew he would want, was actually really amusing. “Ah! O le puedo arreglar en mi ropa.” oh! Or I can dress you up in my clothes. Now, she really was just messing with him..

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[IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ]

WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END

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As the words came out of her mouth, he made sure that he took a moment of not stuffing his face, as he didn't want to choke and die. He wasn't sure he really believed if that was true, only because Ella was too nice to kick the biggest ass out of her house. Even if the guy wasn't her fiance. Shit, Ivan didn't think she could even bring herself to kick a cat out of the house if it was sharing some eggs with them. That probably had to do with the mother figure he placed upon him, but it was that caring vibe she came out with. He felt like she would be that way even he didn't think of her like that. So she probably wasn't going to do it, but the thought itself was nice. With really big puppy eyes, he looked over at her excitedly. "Really?" He asked like a small child who was just told that he was going to the north pole for Christmas.

One of his biggest pet peeves when everyone assumed he was a Mexican. Actually made him quite annoyed being asked for a green card as well. Most of the time, he might joke around with his heritage, but he didn't mean it all the way to illegals. Ella probably, since she was Puerto Rican too, understood. She also knew a fuck lot more Spanish then he did, which probably made it worse. However, he really didn't expect her to call his bluff and she started speaking extremely fluently. He just kind of blinked at her and tried to figure out if he caught any of the words she said. He reconized espanol easily. Nino was boy. He lifted his eyebrow, bluffing with his guess and saying "Hey, I'm a man!" Then with a pause, adding, "Mostly."

Then she contiuned to do it, and he just contiuned to nod, trying to figure out exactally what was coming out of her mouth. It was like a very strange puzzle he was determinded to figure out. He took another bite of his eggs to find that it was his last piece. He had eaten all of his eggs. He looked down at his plate. There was very few times Ivan actually ever felt full, feeling like he would be able to eat the entire stock of food if planning to, so he didn't ask for more. She would run out of eggs if she fed him until he was stuffed. At the moment, him trying to figure out some words in what she was saying was actually really starting to hurt his head. The hangover was starting to cover itself a little bit, though the painkillers were fighting to the do the job that was at hand.

When he translated some of the words, he pointed to her very excitedly, knowing a word, "Hey! I reconized clothes in that..." Then just to mess with her, he pretended to look spetical of her, "What are you planning with me..." He knew she probably didn't mean what he was suggesting, but it was still all the fun to make her explain so he could figure out what she was really saying. Ella knew he couldn't speak Spanish worth of shit, so she was probably doing this to mess with him. Who knows what awful form of torture she was telling him. Still, two could play that game. All Ivan needed to do was learn a language she didn't know and then use it. First would be needed the effort to figure out another language.

He got up and placed his plate in the sink, knowing the place like it was his own. With a large stretch, he went back to the bed he was previously sitting and layed down. At first, he reached up for his hat to cover his face, but since there was no hat, he ended up just stratching his poofy hair again. With a small puckered out lip, he looked over at Ella, "Do you have a hato?" He asked, putting an 'o' at the end of hat in order to make it sound more Spanishy, considering she was currently speaking fluently to him. He wanted to sound someone intelligant. He forgot what the word for hat was. Something to do with... no, not even then.

BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH

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