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No me mires, no me mires, déjalo ya
No he dormido nada esta noche (Che, che, che)
Y tengo una cara que no puedes mirar
“..Elena, please, for the last time, the moon prop would not be in the attic…," Bruno sighed into the phone, which he was holding with his shoulder.
He was currently trying to look through his dresser for any good button-up shirts, while also trying to tie up his hair into a pony. His room was in a complete disarray, with shirts and pants deemed not suitable on the floor, on his desk, even on his tv.
Today was Valentine's Day, his and Miguel’s first Valentines as a couple, and he would be damned if this wouldn’t be the best Valentine's day ever, which is why he had a whole itinerary prepared for the both of them. He took the day off, putting his friend and assistant, Elena, in charge of the community theater.
“Are you sure you checked the basement hard enough?”
Which wasn’t exactly working as smoothly as he had hoped.
“It should be in the way back, on the top of the storage shelf on the far left, right behind the-dammit!” Bruno exclaimed, as the phone slipped out of his hold, and dropped onto the floor.
As he went to pick it up, he saw he had gotten a text from Miguel.
“Elena, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to call you back," he said, and hung up.
He went into his text messages and took a better look at the text.
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Mi corazon ❤️🔥
hey im sorry this is late, went through a
bad wifi zone. just finished up and am
now halfa block away from ur apt
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He sent a quick “ b rite there ” and grabbed a plaid green button up.
“This is going to have to do," he told himself, putting it on himself.
He walked over to the mirror he had set up on the wall and finished tying up his hair into a ponytail.
“Let's make this a Valentine's Day he’ll never forget," he told his reflection, and walked out of his bedroom.
Bruno stepped out of the apartment building where he and his family lived, and looked up and down the street, trying to see where Miguel was.
“ He said he was nearly here…," he thought to himself, looking at his phone to double check.
“Hey babe!”
He turned to his right and saw Miguel jogging up the street to him. He was in his work gear, athletic shorts, running shoes, and a neon orange tank top with the words “JUICY” written on it in white.
He looked absolutely stunning.
“Like what you see?” Miguel chuckled, seeing Bruno with his jaw practically hitting the floor.
“Heh, w-well, maybe, I don’t know…," Bruno stammered, finally finding his voice. “I certainly feel a bit overdressed compared to you…”
“I know, I’m sorry, I had to get here straight from the training session, José was trying to do 200 pound weights, even though he is absolutely not ready for it yet.”
Bruno gave a noncommittal hum in response.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Is somebody jealous?” Miguel teased.
“What, me? Never!”
“You are!” Miguel laughed, picking up Bruno by the waist and kissing him on the neck.
“H-hey! Cut it out!” Bruno gasped between laughs.
“You know I only have eyes for you, mi amor," he said, kissing him on the lips and putting him back down on the ground. “Plus, I’m pretty sure José is straight.”
Bruno snickered.
“Alright, well, we really need to get going, we got some reservations!”
“Oh really?” Miguel asked. “Do you want me to run back real quick and get dressed in something-”
“No! No, what you’re wearing is absolutely perfect.”
“Heh, alright, if you insist.”
“Wonderful!” Bruno clapped. “Let’s get moving”," he said, taking Miguel by the hand, taking him in the direction of the bus stop.
“So what’s this big surprise you have planned for me?” Miguel asked.
Bruno moves in his seat, which feels suspiciously sticky, in order to face Miguel.
“Well, I will have you know, that I got us reservations at the best restaurant in the next forty block radius; The Spicy Genie! ”
Miguel gasped.
“I’ve heard such great things about that place! Oh, querido , you really didn’t-”
“But I want to! Anything for my sweet and gorgeous amado …," Bruno cooed, leaning on Miguel.
POP
All of a sudden, smoke started to seep from underneath the floor of the bus. The bus driver managed to get the bus to a stop on the side of the road, and got up and went outside to check on the engine.
“ No no no no no, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING ," Bruno thought to himself.
The bus driver came back in, face covered in soot.
“Sorry everyone, but it looks like it's the end of the line for us," he said, a few passengers groaning in response.
“Oh man, I'm not sure if we'll be able to make it in time,” Miguel said, glancing over at Bruno, who was now starting to get up from his seat.
“Not if I can help it," He said, taking Miguel by the hand and leading him off the bus.
“C’mon! The next stop is 15 blocks away, if we’re fast enough we can still meet the next bus there!”
The couple ran as fast as they could, with Miguel gradually overcoming Bruno. Bruno took a glance at the sky above him and saw the graying clouds.
Then with a slam of thunder, rain started to drizzle down, stopping Bruno in his tracks.
“ Are you kidding me? ” He thinks to himself, reaching out his hand to feel the drops. “ Can this get any worse?”
Another loud bang came from the clouds, causing the slight drizzle to turn into a heavy downpour.
“I stand corrected," he said out loud, his shirt and undershirt now sticking to his skin like towels.
“Here!” Miguel called out, coming over to Bruno, holding out a few newspapers and trying to keep himself dry by holding his arm over himself.
“Where’d you get these?” Bruno asked, taking the papers and holding the newspapers over his head
“Doesn’t matter, come on!” Miguel shouted, and, without warning, scooped up Bruno bridal style and started running again.
“Woah woah what are you doing?!”
“This helps speed things up!”
“I was doing quite fine on my own, thank you very much,” Bruno quipped, trying to reach up and cover Miguel with another newspaper.
“Yeah, I * huff * could tell! * huff *,” Miguel chuckled.
“There’s the bus!” Bruno shouted, pointing to the bus stop, with their bus now pulling out.
“NO COME BACK!” he yelled.
The two just stood there and watched the bus drive away.
“How far is the restaurant, again?” Miguel asked.
Three missed stops and one bus chasing later, Bruno and Miguel finally were making their way to the restaurant, which was now just a five minute walk away. And even better, it had finally stopped raining!
“Looks like things are finally looking up for us!” Bruno exclaimed, wringing the water out of his ponytail, his plaid over-shirt now tied around his waist.
“Um, Brunito …,” Miguel said, pointing to the Spicy Genie , now just across the street from them, which was being locked up by a man who was presumably the owner.
“WHAT?!” Bruno yelled out, running to the man, with Miguel following.
“E-excuse me, sir," Bruno asked nervously, not at all looking like a crazy person. “I had reservations scheduled h-here at this place, I mean, restaurant, t-today, and-so, I was wondering why you’re c-closing up so early in the day?”
The man stared at Bruno with a quizzical look. “You hadn’t heard? We’re getting fumigated.”
Bruno just stared at the man for a few seconds, before putting his head in his hands in resignation. Miguel walked up and put his hand on his back.
“Is there a reason why?” Miguel asked.
“Yeah, rats!” the man exclaimed. “The pesky little sons of bitches just showed up out of nowhere this morning, really crazy…”
Bruno slowly raised his head up and looked the man square in the eye.
“What did you say?”
Miguel sensing the shift in tone, went up to Bruno and put his hand on his shoulder. “Hun, why don’t we go somewhere else?”
“No!” Bruno suddenly yelled out, swatting away Miguel’s hand. “This guy’s just gonna ruin our date and casually insult rats while he’s at it? Well, you’ve got another thing coming!” he said, pointing at the man, who by this point was beginning to back away.
Bruno began to move up to the man, with his fist raised, but was stopped by Miguel grabbing him by the waist and picking him up and turning away from the guy.
“C’mon you, let’s go…," Miguel said in a soothing voice.
“Let go of me!” Bruno yelled out. “I’m not done with him! You’ll be hearing from my lawyers!”
“ Cariño, you don’t have lawyers.”
“Doesn’t matter! Oh, and just wait till I talk to my rats at home. If they had anything to do with this, so help me Dios …”
“Have a nice day, sir!” Miguel bid the man farewell, walking away with Bruno still in his arms.
The man just shook his head in bewilderment.
“Weirdos…”
“I’m sorry, Miguel…," Bruno said, holding his half-eaten Fillet-O-Fish.
The two had decided to go to a McDonalds after everything, and were now sitting in a booth that wasn’t as sticky as the others. Miguel looked up from the burger he was eating.
“For what?” he asked, genuinely confused.
“Well, I ruined our Valentine’s Day, didn’t I?”
“‘Ruined it’, what are you talking about?”
Bruno sighed, playing with the small flap of wax paper hanging out of the tray. “I had all these big plans for today, and they all just fell apart. I just wanted to make you feel special…”
Miguel put his burger down and reached over and cupped Bruno’s cheeks with both hands.
“Oh, Brunito , you already have.”
Bruno averted his eyes from Miguel’s gaze and awkwardly chuckled. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m being one hundred percent honest," Miguel brushed a lock of hair out of Bruno’s face with his thumb. “I was just so happy to have been able to be with you today, mi amor . I’m happy no matter what we do, but, and I know you didn’t, but I had fun today! I loved running in the rain with you, I even loved having to hold you back from assaulting the restaurant manager," Miguel chuckled.
“Hey! That guy had it coming.”
Miguel burst out laughing, and then reached over and kissed Bruno on the forehead.
“Even if things weren’t perfect today, thank you for going all out on me, Brunito.”
Bruno nestled into Miguel’s hand, melting into his touch.
“Well, why wouldn’t I go all out? After all, you’re my…”
“I’m your what?” Miguel asked with a smile, pulling back his hands to grab his soda.
“ Mi pequeño pastelito .”
“Ha! As if! You’re my little apuesto diablo! ”
“No, no, you’re mi pequeña media naranja !”
Miguel just smiled, a blush spreading across his face.
“Alright, that’s enough flirting out of you, señor . Eat your sandwich before I finish it for you!”
Bruno huffed out a laugh, and took a bite out of his lunch. He looked out the window to the now clear sunny skies, just able to hear the birds over his boyfriend’s slurping of his drink.
“ Today wasn’t actually that half bad, now that I think about it…," he thought to himself.