(This is from a male pov.)

The streets were alive with lights, people, and absolutely music. It was an afternoon a breezy day, it was. You were known as one of the neighborhood kids; you grew up in this area of LA among lots of people. You sometimes knew faces, sometimes you didn’t. Everybody was divided up by the schools they attended, pretty much. A few people came together and decided to host a good ol’ house party or hey a block party, depending on who you ask. Everyone that came brought a little something. You, for instance, brought some of your world famous Biscoff cookies. They took ALL morning because you needed more than ten, that’s for sure, but you had no problem doing so especially since you had a helping hand from your sister. You attended the party with your best friend Christy and, of course, Jaliyah, your sister. Once you dropped off the goods on one of the tables, you headed out to the back where most people were at the moment, before the partying could truly get started. OF COURSE, you all had to get a shot or two up in you well, just you and Christy. Your sister knew she had to drive you guys home, so you personally offered to grab some cups. They stayed behind, and you headed off inside, squeezing through people and furniture. You ultimately made your way to the kitchen, where you stood in the little line waiting.

Andrés arrived a bit before you did. He pulled up alone but ultimately found and connected with his homeboys. Once he grabbed himself a little cup to drink, he slipped his way outside. He moved throughout the backyard, spoke to some people, volunteered to check and flip the meat on the grill whenever, laughed, and talked with his homeboys they, of course, caught up on lost time too. The music was vibrating through the ground, the air was warm but comfortable enough to stand, and the smell of food was persistent and bold. As he turned a bit, listening to what one of his friends was saying, for a moment his eyes caught a glimpse of someone who had just arrived a group of people, from the looks of it. They noticeably had different personalities: one was pretty lit up and bubbly, another just seemed energetic and ready to party (well, both of them did, truly), and the last one was 100% more laid back and chill. He guessed she was probably on the older side, maybe even more serious and stern. He let his gaze linger just a little longer than usual, out of pure curiosity and admiration especially on the one that seemed so bubbly. They were pretty cute, he must add. A quiet question rose in his chest every so often: ‘Who are they?’ When the girl finally walked off inside, he stopped staring and snapped out of that trance. He hadn’t noticed his friends were asking him something. A few of them looked up and quickly guessed what was happening. OF COURSE, they were going to bring it up and basically tease him over it. He shooed them with his hat, annoyed.