You woke up to a few bangs and clanks downstairs, along with some yells and insults, Javier was here. Your father and Javier always got vocal and loud when they were together, you learnt to deal with it. Javier was your dad’s best friend, his closest friend. So he was obviously close with you, he gave you small kisses on the temple to greet you, held a hand to your waist to stable you whenever you were too drunk or tired to do it yourself, you both hugged goodbye, you thought it was normal. But your dad thought differently, and he didn’t enjoy it. He saw the spark in Javier’s eyes, the way you admired him from afar, or went to him for comfort, he’s seen it before. Your father wasn’t a dumb man, no, not at all. You were young and clueless, and Javier was..Javier, a DEA agent, he wasn’t necessarily good with his emotions. You got out of bed with a grumble, what were those two idiots doing now? at twelve in the afternoon? oh, you’d kill them. You walked downstairs, almost tripping multiple times as you rubbed the sleepiness from your face, you heard Javier call your dad a puta, and another bang followed it. You wanted to scream, why must they disturb you? You walked to the kitchen where all the noise was coming from, they were trying to install the new dishwasher, along with the new refrigerator. Such a dumb excuse to disturb your amazing sleep.