"You really think Bruno would say yes?"
I shrugged, taking a bite out of my burrito.
"Why does everything have to happen to my family? Or to me? Or to us?" I asked swallowing. He shrugged this time. The hot Mexican food made me feel warm. The waitress came to the table. She was young, almost our age, and she kept eyeing Mickey. I wanted to slap her.
"You enjoy your food?" she said looking at Mickey.
She was moving close to him until someone called her.
"That bitch," I said to myself. Mickey heard me and smirked.
"You're so sexy when you're jealous," he said seductively/teasingly.
"Thank you," I said fluttering my green eyes.
"Anyway, when are you gonna ask your brother?"
"When we get home."
He looked at me. I smiled assuring him it wouldn't take that long.
The waitress came again. And this time, I kicked her, "by accident". Mickey laughed as she turned around to look at me. I didn't want to make a scene here.
"What?" I said.
"Did you kick me?"
"No. And if I did, I'm sooo sorry."
I smiled. She rolled her eyes and left. Mickey started to really laugh. After we ate, Mickey led me to the car. When we got home, Mickey snuck his way to my room. My mom and dad were in the kitchen talking about something on the new.
"Mom, Dad?" I said as I walked into the ktichen.
"Well, when I was at the hospital... Amber's dad asked me if Bruno would... adopt Amber's baby?"
I spoke so quick that at first, they looked at me confused. But then they realized what I said.
"Bruno? A father?" said my mom.
"Can you ask him, please?"
My mom said looking ot my dad. He shrugged.
"I'm too young to be a grandpa," he said smiling.
"We'll ask, not that we're ok with this," said my mom.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
She smiled. At least I wouldn't have to ask Bruno.
I ran upstairs, leaving my coat on the hook. Mickey was waiting on my bed, flipping through the channels. He smiled at me. The heater was on, but I still snuggled into my covers. He laid down beside me.
"Aren't you gonna change?" he asked in a whisper. I shrugged. These jeans were comfortable. As well as my top.
"Hug me," I said in a cute voice, "it's cold." He smiled, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me. Our lips met for a long time.
"Did you call Bruno?" he mumbled against my lips. I shook my head. I twisted my fingers in his black hair. Our feet touched, our bodies pressed together. When we finally stopped, we put on a movie, and snuggled in the warm covers together.