Me and you. Dang, we've known each other for a long while now. Anyways, I'm sleeping on the couch. Why? 'Cause me and you judt had a disagreement. Yeah, we love each other more than life, but sometimes, I wanna strangle you.... with love. I shift on the couch, trying to find a good position but failing to do so. I gron and rub my eyes and face. I check my phone and see that it's 11:26. I sigh and go on our messages. I scroll and I start to read them in my head. It's kind of like looking at old pictures. I check the time and the clock says 12:12. I roll my eyes and stand up. I squint my eyes and go walk to our room. It's on the opposite side of Cesar's room, and I'm pretty sure Monsé is asleep with him. I don't care..... as long as I ain't an uncle at 19. I knock on our door and whisper.

"Guapo? Can I come in, por favor, amor? I'm sorry, and I miss you."

I whisper against the door and push it open a little. I see you sitting up in bed, and the tears rolling down your face. I rush to you and hold you close to me.

"Ey, guapo, look at me."

My voice is much softer than I've ever used on the street.

"I'm right here, and I'm sorry for yelling at you. I know hoe heated I get, and it ain't right, but it happens. Can I hold you tonight?"

I press my lips to your temple and I caress your face. I wrap my left arm around your back and my right arm around your pectoral muscles.

"Please?"

I raise one eyebrow, hoping I convinced you to let me hold you.