"You know what really bugs me?" My brother who was sitting beside me and casually wiping salsa off his shirt looked up at me with raised eyebrows. I had been complaining for the past three days and unfortunately Camilo and my friends were the ones who had to hear me run my mouth. He was being patient with me at least. We were watching a movie in my living room in peace and of course, I had to open my mouth to complain about Andy for at least a few minutes.

"What bugs you," he asked before stuffing a chip covered in salsa into his mouth.

"It's the fact that she only said, 'I'm sorry.' As if that was going to magically make everything better. And then when I didn't accept that, she was automatically like, 'Whatever.' So, apparently, she wasn't sorry from the beginning. She was just saying it to say it. That 'whatever' really f-cked me up. My feelings are whatever to her? That's f-cking crazy, 'Milo."

"That is indeed f-cking crazy," Camilo responded back with a nod of his head.

"I swear to baby Jesus that she has me f-cked up! I think the only thing she heard me say was, 'I should've known better.' Obviously, that struck a nerve or an insecurity but that's not my fault. She wouldn't feel that way if she knew she was doing the right things to be a good girlfriend. The whole situation annoys me so f-cking much. She's been so sh-tty. I just want to rip my f-cking hair out."

I aggressively dipped my chip into the salsa and it broke into pieces. Out of impulse and frustration, I threw the container of salsa across the room. "F-ck!" Camilo stared at me with his mouth wide open as I crossed my arms. I was fuming and I could tell he didn't know how to react. Hot tears ran down my cheeks and I swallowed hard. She hasn't called or texted in four days and it was f-cking me up. It was like she didn't care. "Man, I swear if she's with someone else."

Camilo carefully got up from the couch and grabbed the can of salsa from the floor. "She's a scrub," he said simply as he wiped up my mess with a paper towel. "Well, she's not a scrub because she's rich as f-ck but she's a dick."

"But she's not supposed to be. She's supposed to be my little bebé. It's like a demonic spirit entered and reprogrammed her." I pouted before covering my face with my hands. I hated to act like a melodramatic child but I couldn't help it. I hated the fact that I was being so vulnerable and f-cking pathetic about the situation but my feelings were strong and conflicting.

"I don't want to leave her. It's not like she's an asshole 24/7, only when she's drunk. I can deal with her getting high but the drinking turns her into someone else and I hate it. She never remembers so to her it's not a big deal, but to me it's a deal breaker. It could easily be fixed if she just slowed down. I'm not even asking her to quit completely. She just needs to know her limits. Am I wrong or am I being unfair? Be honest with me, Camilo."

Camilo was about to open up his mouth to answer me, but my rant continued. "I don't want to lose her over this. I don't want to be the girl that goes, 'She's the best thing that's ever happened to me.' But, in a way, she sort of is. Before she came around I was living here with Mia feeling like I had no purpose. I went through some sh-t that even you don't know about but she does. She knows stuff that not even Mia knows. She's part of this new journey I'm on and she's the staple. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have the opportunity to know Shawn and practice medicine right now. What sucks is that I actually think I want to be a doctor for the De Palma Family but if we break up, I feel like that's done for. And then her friends, I love them. They became my friends as well so if I lose her, I lose them. It's like a big chunk of my current life is just going to drift away and I'm not ready for that. But I'm also not willing to stay in a toxic ass relationship. During the day, she's sober, funny, romantic and sweet but at night she turns into a f-cking diabla."

Camilo finally came back to sit beside me just in time for me to cry into his chest. I knew he was tired of me. Once I was finally back to normal, I owed my friends and him dinner. They had to endure me crying, yelling and throwing tantrums and I was thankful to have them. I knew no matter how supportive they seemed, this was also stressing them out. "You were engaged to a man that you love deeply. A man that was and still is your best friend. He broke your heart into pieces, but you healed. If you and Andy don't work this out, you'll be okay. You have me. You have Mia, Tyra and Lisa. I'll never leave your side and I know they won't either."

"I love her so f-cking much and I hate it," I told him with embarrassment as I wiped away my tears. F-ck, I hated being weak in front of people. "I feel like she doesn't understand or doesn't care. Which is worse?"

"She loves you back. She's just being a little f-cker right now. She probably doesn't understand how much she's hurting you. Listen, Delaney, just give it some time. Unplug yourself from your phone. Hang out with me, hang out with your friends and get her off your mind. Constantly thinking about isn't healthy and is only going to make you feel worse." Camilo took my phone which I was fiddling with in my hands. He threw it across the room and I gave him a threatening look. He better be glad I had case on it.

Ironically, as soon as Camilo threw my phone, his phone began ringing. "Oh, look, my daughter is FaceTiming me!"

He answered the phone quickly with a huge smile on his face. "Hey, daddy! When are you coming home? Are you with my tía?" I gasped when she mentioned me. She f-cking knew about me? She sounded so f-cking cute. My heart fluttered and I found myself peeping over the phone to see my little niece. She had beautiful long hair in a cute, neat ponytail. A tiara was on her head as she wore a pink dress that looked like something a princess would wear. I whimpered from the cuteness as she gave Camilo a smile which showed off all the teeth she was missing and also growing in.

"I am with your tía. Are you playing make-believe with your mommy?"

"She knows about me," I whispered to Camilo.

"Yeah, you want to talk to her?" He gave me a mischievous grin, knowing damn well he had just put me on blast. I would've been a b-tch if I didn't reveal myself at this point. It was about time to be honest. I've known Camilo enough to trust him and love him like my brother, which he was. It was about time that I met the rest of the family and stopped being so skeptical. I nodded my head slowly to Camilo and he gently passed me the phone.

"Hey, princess. Meet your tía. She has the same name as yours, did you know that?"

"Whoa, your name is Camila too!? You're so pretty, but why are your eyes puffy? Were you crying? I cried today too. I lost my bunny but mommy helped me find him. Do you want to see him? He's really fluffy and super cute!" The girl was talking off the rails but she was super adorable and animated. She looked just like Camilo and somewhat reminded me of pictures of myself when I was younger.

"My name is Camila but everyone calls me Delaney, but you can call me whatever you'd like, honey. I lost my bunny too. That's why I was crying, but tell me about your bunny? What's it's name?"

"Nigel. He's gray and easy to take care of. I don't have to feed him. Here, let me show you!" Camilo was laughing to himself as Camila began running around the house. I heard her mother yell at her in Spanish to slow down and walk. Instead, Camila transitioned to a light jog until she finally reached her bunny. She picked it up and put it up to the camera. I almost died from the cuteness. The damn thing wasn't even real. It was just a stuffed animal. "Say, hey, Nigel! Oh...he's shy at first. You should come by and meet him in person!"

"Hi, Nigel." I waved at the camera as if the bunny was real or would wave back. Camila giggled and kissed Nigel's nose. That's when her mom kneeled down beside her and took the phone.

When she saw me, her smile grew wider. I lied. Camila looked like a mix of both of her parents, which wasn't surprising since that's how genetics usually worked but she was a perfect mix. She had her mother's lighter brown eyes but Camilo's nose. "Well, if it isn't the famous Delaney. It's nice to finally speak to you. I'm Gabriela, Camilo's wife. I'm sure he has said so many good things about me." Camilo snickered and Gabriela laughed herself. "When are you going to come and see us, Delaney? Camilo talks about you all the time. I'd love to cook you dinner."

"She loves to eat," Camilo told his wife. That was a fact. I did love to eat, especially homecooked meals.

Though it was true, I hit Camilo playfully and laughed sheepishly. "I'd love to meet you guys in person. Camila is so adorable. Her and Nigel both."

"Yeah, believe it or not, but both of them can be a handful. Camilo too. This household is just a piece of work in general. But hey, why don't you come by Friday? We're having a barbecue. Everyone's going to be there. Your parents and some other family members, everyone really wants to meet you. It'd be great. I don't want to pressure you or anything. Camilo told-"

"No, I'd love to. It's about time that I finally met everyone," I said before Gabriela could go any further.

Camilo looked at me in shock. I guess he thought I would never agree to finally meet our parents. Camila clapped her hands and cheered. "Yay! I'm going to meet my tía."

After having the FaceTime call, Camilo headed back home for dinner. He asked me if I wanted to tag along but I told him I could wait until Friday. He left and I went into my bedroom. I knocked off Mr. Snuggles from my bed. Andy gave me that stupid stuffed bear and I was guilty of cuddling with him the past couple of nights, but I was over it now. I turned on my TV and flipped through the channels to keep my mind occupied. I was taking Camilo's advice and not letting the thought of Andy enter my mind.

After two hours of watching Bob's Burgers, there was a knock on my door. Finally, Mia was home! "Come in," I yelled. Mia walked in with her lips pressed together awkwardly. I laughed a little and lifted an eyebrow. "Why do you look like that?" She seemed so hesitant to bother me. She usually ran in and laid on the bed with me.

"Look, I know you're mad at her but Andy knocked on the door with a pout and chocolates so..." Mia stepped to the side to reveal Andy behind her. Well, this wasn't what I was expecting. I took a deep breath as my stomach turned. Before I could say anything, Mia ran away from the door and left Andy and I by ourselves.

"Can I come in," Andy asked after standing at the door frame for a few seconds. I nodded reluctantly and she let herself in before closing the door behind her. I looked up at the TV as she stood there in front of my bed. She briefly looked up at the TV before clearing her throat. "I bought you chocolates."

Here we go again. I knew I was about to get some weak ass apology but this time with gifts. "Do you really think chocolate is going to change anything? What you did the other night wasn't only embarrassing but messed up and disrespectful. You called me names as if it was nothing, as if I was nothing. Your first bullsh-t apology didn't work so why do you think this one will work? Because you gave me four days to cool down? I don't think so. Chocolates aren't going to do a damn thing. You can't win me over with that childish sh-t. I'm not like those ditzy chicks you may be used to."

Andy smacked her lips and threw the chocolates onto my bed. "Then what the f-ck do you want me to do? I made a f-cking mistake. You act like you've never f-cked up."

"In this relationship? Let me think. I haven't."

"Very f-cking funny, Delaney. Now, let's be real. And look at me when I'm talking, stop f-cking watching that stupid f-cking show." I childishly turned the TV up louder. No way was she going to slander Bob Belcher and his family in my f-cking home. She snatched the remote from my hand and turned the TV off before throwing the remote against the wall.

"So, why are you breaking my sh-t? That didn't prove anything at all."

"Look, I'm trying with you. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?"

"So f-cking sorry, Delaney."

"Oh, thanks, baby. That's all I wanted to hear. Everything's much better! You want to f-ck and make up like it never happened!?"

Andy rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. "Don't be sarcastic with me. You're making me feel stupid." I wanted to tell her she was stupid, but I held back my words for once. Instead, I laughed which was probably just as infuriating. "Why are you acting like this?"

"I told you to come back to me when you had a proper apology, and you don't so you need to go."

"I'm not going anywhere until you forgive me."

"This isn't how this works, Andrea."

"Then tell me how the f-ck it works so I can fix things."

"I just f-cking told you how it works," I screamed to the top of my lungs. "A proper apology! Not just 'I'm so sorry' or 'I'm so f-cking sorry, baby.' That doesn't show or fix a motherf-cking thing!" I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Listen, you really need to go before things get worse. Come back tomorrow or in a couple of days and try again. Talk to your friends or your parents and figure it out. All I'm asking for is a meaningful apology. I don't need gifts. I just need you to show me."

"Are you for real?"

"I'm for real. If you love me, you'll figure out how to fix this. It's not even hard. It's simple. I'm not asking for anything physical. I just want a sincere apology." Andy shook her head like I was crazy. She acted like this was rocket science. She took her chocolates, walked out and slammed my door behind her. "Don't slam my f-cking door. You don't pay the bills here!"

Maybe I was being a bit childish but only because Andy was acting so immature as well. I guess it wasn't okay to fight fire with fire, but let's be honest. It felt way better than sitting there and taking bullsh-t over and over again.

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