“Go get dressed, monstruo marino the towel’s getting the floor wet now!” Paco playfully chided, patting Miguel’s back as he turned and headed for the bathroom. “Well, if you want to?” He said, offering a gap-toothed smile. “I’ve never seen you wear these before.” Miguel said, finding his eyes drawn to the sweat pants. He stayed there and watched Paco rummage through a few drawers against his wall before presenting Miguel with an extra large t-shirt and a pair of black drawstring sweatpants with a rose pattern. Miguel followed Paco to the entryway of his room, wrapped in a towel and scooching along on one that had been placed on the floor for him for minimum water damage to the house. “Really?” Miguel asked excitedly, stepping closer to Paco.”You’d do that for me?!” “I can lend you something of mine to wear while yours dry out.” “Okay, you’re still really wet, I can-" He felt himself chew on his own words and he swallowed before letting the rest out. When Miguel was less drippy, Paco handed him one of the used towels for him to wrap around himself. “AYYE PA CO!” Miguel shouted, not really struggling to get out of Paco’s hold on him. After tossing the used towel on the floor, he gave Miguel a look that said “You’re next you animal” and went at him with a towel in each hand. When he came back, he laid three out on the floor in front of Miguel and Dante for them to walk on, and then he tossed a towel over Dante and rubbed him dry. “Look at you! You’re gonna bring the whole storm in! I have to get towels now.” Paco said, turning on his heel and hurrying away to grab as many towels as he could. Miguel took a step forward and Paco blocked him. Miguel gave him a nonchalant look a person who wasn’t drenched in rain would normally make and sniffed lightly before saying, “There’s a raindrop in my nose." Dante sat beside Miguel’s feet, so content with his life that his panting was causing him to inhale falling raindrops and his tail thumped in the watery ground. “Who are you?!” Paco exclaimed when he opened the door to his friend in his doorway, drenched to the bone in rain while it was still pouring. It actually got stronger, and by the time Miguel was on Paco’s doorstep he was soaked so thoroughly that he was sure he was a new man with a squeaky clean mind. The rain fell heavier on the boy and his hairless dog, and it didn’t relent. Miguel cleared his mind and let the raindrops gather and stream down his face as he continued on with his bag and cased guitar, and Dante splashing at his side. Especially since he was going to be around someone who loved him and Dante for the rest of the day. She didn’t seem to realise that dirty street dogs were deserving of love just like any other dog, and she wouldn’t listen the first time he tried to explain that Dante was an alebrije. On the trip to Paco’s house, there was a light sprinkle that raised Miguel’s spirits as if the soft shower was rinsing away his upset over Abuelita’s unchanging opinion on Dante. I mean, I’m sure Maria will be ready for you by then.” It was Miguel’s turn to laugh at Paco’s little slip. “I was thinking eight fifteen? That’s the earliest I can be there after packing.” “That’s what I thought, you have a fun time with Maria, Migue! What time are you going over there?” Paco said, pulling the joke along. She was a metaphorical soldier and had no time to spare for Miguel in this situation. Paco laughed at that, Maria was an honor student who hardly had any time to herself and a pair of tiger parents to boot. “I trust you.” Miguel said plain and simple, flooding Paco with a blissful feeling. “I mean, lo siento mucho, I’m sorry to hear about that, but here?” Paco took pride in being a good host to those who visit, and now he had the chance to take care of Miguel! “Really? You want to come over here?” He asked, already straightening up the things closest to him in the house like the coffee table and the lamp desk beside the couch. While Paco felt sorry for Miguel, he couldn’t help but get overwhelmed at the thought of having his company all night. From her, is it okay if I crash at your place for the night?” “Uhm, I hope it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I know it’s late, but I got in an argument with mi abuelita over something and I just need some space. “Hola, Paco,” Miguel’s voice sounded a little disgruntled. They had finally reached the next level of their relationship, Miguel certainly liked him back as a friend! But now, as Paco’s ringtone danced in one ear and out the other and he saw Miguel’s name plastered on his phone screen, his stomach was doing flips and he couldn’t keep from smiling.
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