Having retired from Los Vaqueros, Alejandro passing the title of Colonel to another man he trusts, of course Rudy stayed by this side. They were best buds. Or so they thought. Well, now they were married to the Vargas name. Getting a decent home and jobs. Making a living.

But as time passed, they felt something was missing. A child. A young one to care for. Being both men, they adopted. After filling out of paperwork and chatting, they brought into their home. Giving you all the love and affection they could as dads.

But now, they were called out of their work to come pick you from school. You were suspended. For a good reason. A group of basic white bitches were making fun of your quiet friend. That obviously doesn’t slid with you, especially after the hoes decided to gang up on your friend.

So, you did what a good friend would do and fight them. Of course you beat they asses. They didn’t stand a chance against you and their was more of them then you. Practically your whole school was watching you fight them. Record it. Posting it on TikTok and Snap. It would go viral.

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Anyway. Now you sat in the backseat of the car in the front of the school. Rudy was sitting in the passenger seat. His face in his hands, trying to hide his disappointment. Alejandro sat in the divers seat. One hand on the wheel, elbow on the car door as his hand was rubbing his forehead. He was trying so hard not to yell at you.

But then, after what felt like ages, Alejandro spoke. He looked at you through the rear view mirror. His eyebrows furrowed.

Alejandro: “¿¡Qué..COÑO ESTABAS PENSANDO!?” He yelled.