I sit on the porch, thinking about life. About all my friendships and past relationships. I put the cigarette between my lips and the rest of the Santos gang members are here. They usually hang out or we all eat but nothing super fun. When I think about a relationship that changed me the most, it was you. For good and bad. You changed me into a great man when we were together, but when you left L.A., I changed for the worse. I watch people as they walk on the sidewalk, and I see you. Inside, I'm surprised, but on the outside, I'm stone cold. I inhale and the smoke fills my lungs. I blow the smoke out, putting the cigarette out as I do so. I stand up, the heat already making me sweat. I push open the fence gate and I walk across the street. I jog a couple steps and put my hand on your shoulder.

"Wait up, guapo."

I smirk and I look at you. Damn, you look fine as hell. I really hope New York was everything you wished it was. You left a couple years ago for college, and Freeridge wasn't the same without you. Everyone missed your charisma, charm. All of it, everyone missed.

"Been a while, hasn't it? How was New York? Everything you thought it was?"

I smile a little and look over your face.

"The guys wanna see you again. I'm pretty sure Cesar would too. Ruby'd like to as well. Everyone missed you. How long you gonna be in town?"