You're Trick-Or-Treating with your friends.

It was getting late, and dark.

You were nearing the last house of the night.

That house was no other than Enrique's.

You waited down the stairs as your friends knocked on the door.

The door opens and his little brother Mateo giggled, tossing a handful of candy in each bucket.

His eyes searched between your friends before a frown overtook his face.

He looked up at his mom, "where's y/n."

Your brows rise and you make your way up, pushing through your friends.

He pulls you into a tight hug and doesn't let go.

"Enrique! Your girlfriend is here!" He calls for his brother.

You and your friends all gasp, when Enrique descends down the stairs.

"What did you sa-" Enrique fades off as he locks eyes with you.

"Your girlfriend is here." His brother tugs on your arm.

"She's not my girl-"

"But you always talk to me about her," he pouts.