Chapter 5
"Tulio?... Tulio! Wake up!"
Tulio felt a sharp jab in his side and woke up in a gasp. "OW! What is it now?!"
"We have no diapers."
"So? Why would we need-... Oh yeah...Her. I thought I was just having a nightmare."
"Tulio, get up. We need diapers, because frankly, she smells."
Tulio got up and walked over to the baby. Miguel was right. She stunk. "Well we have no diapers, so we're gonna have to use something else." He looked around the room to see what they had. "How about the table cloth?..... No, we're using that for her bed. Hmmmm... Well, we have nothing else but the shirts on our-" He stopped talking when he saw a smile creep across Miguel's face.
"OH NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!! We can't use our clothes!"
"Oh come on, we can wash them!"
Tulio calmly smiled, but Miguel could tell that he was fuming inside. "Yeah, that'll be nice." Tulio said, then the volume in his voice started to increase. "We'll just be walkin' around the town with huge STAINS on our shirts. Then people will come up and ask 'Hey losers, you guys need new clothes!' and then we'll have to say 'Well I'm sorry, but we had to let SOME BABY WE DON'T EVEN KNOW CRAP IN OUR SHIRTS BECAUSE WE ARE NOTHING BUT POOR-STUPID-NO GOOD-CROOKS!"
Maria started to cry with Tulio's sudden outburst. "Tulio, stop it! You're making her cry!"
"Oh stop it Tulio, you're makin' her cry, blah blah blah!" Tulio said in an annoying voice. "I don't care what you say, I am NOT letting her use my clothes!" Tulio turned his back to both of them and crossed his arm.
"WELL FINE!!!!!" Miguel screamed back. "It seems that I'm the only one in this world who cares about her. It's not her fault that this is happening, it's mine! SO QUIT YELLING AT HER!!!!!!!"
Tulio felt a little guilty about yelling, but still kept his stubborn posture.
"If you want, I'LL use my clothes for her!" Miguel took off his shirt and began to change her diaper. He gagged a few times from the smell, but succeeded in wrapping his shirt around her waist and legs to form a makeshift diaper.
"Now, I'm going to go wash this in the fountain, so please don't try to kill her!" Miguel angrily slammed the door, causing Tulio to flinch.
He looked down at the baby, who was looking at him as well. "What are YOU looking at?" The baby girl made a little sighing sound and stretched her arm out. Tulio couldn't help but smile a little. "Well, I... GUESS you're kinda cute." He sat on the floor and picked her up carefully. "You know, I have a cousin named Maria. But she's a hooker, so she doesn't count." Maria looked up at him with big brown eyes, and it seemed that she was listening.
"There was also this girl Maria that I used to like. I was seven and she was six, but she was very pretty. She had curly brown hair and green eyes, but she said I had cooties and she punched me in the eye... Most embarrassing moment of my life, getting beat up by a little girl." You know, I-" Tulio was interrupted when Maria wrapped her little fist around his finger and squeezed it.
Tulio welt a warm sensation sweep all over his body. He had never felt it before, and it felt good. Oh, she was so small. So perfect. He then realized he had fallen in love with her. He put her head on his shoulder and rocked her very slowly. He closed his eyes and hummed a little. That was until heard it.
"Aaaaaaaaaw..."
It was Miguel, standing in the doorway, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "It just.... so magical." He pretended to cry and wipe an imaginary tear off his eye. Then he burst out laughing.
"Hey shut up, man. She's cute!"
Miguel stopped laughing and put his hand to his chest. "Well, I'll tell you one thing. I believe in miracles now!!!"
"Tulio?... Tulio! Wake up!"
Tulio felt a sharp jab in his side and woke up in a gasp. "OW! What is it now?!"
"We have no diapers."
"So? Why would we need-... Oh yeah...Her. I thought I was just having a nightmare."
"Tulio, get up. We need diapers, because frankly, she smells."
Tulio got up and walked over to the baby. Miguel was right. She stunk. "Well we have no diapers, so we're gonna have to use something else." He looked around the room to see what they had. "How about the table cloth?..... No, we're using that for her bed. Hmmmm... Well, we have nothing else but the shirts on our-" He stopped talking when he saw a smile creep across Miguel's face.
"OH NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!! We can't use our clothes!"
"Oh come on, we can wash them!"
Tulio calmly smiled, but Miguel could tell that he was fuming inside. "Yeah, that'll be nice." Tulio said, then the volume in his voice started to increase. "We'll just be walkin' around the town with huge STAINS on our shirts. Then people will come up and ask 'Hey losers, you guys need new clothes!' and then we'll have to say 'Well I'm sorry, but we had to let SOME BABY WE DON'T EVEN KNOW CRAP IN OUR SHIRTS BECAUSE WE ARE NOTHING BUT POOR-STUPID-NO GOOD-CROOKS!"
Maria started to cry with Tulio's sudden outburst. "Tulio, stop it! You're making her cry!"
"Oh stop it Tulio, you're makin' her cry, blah blah blah!" Tulio said in an annoying voice. "I don't care what you say, I am NOT letting her use my clothes!" Tulio turned his back to both of them and crossed his arm.
"WELL FINE!!!!!" Miguel screamed back. "It seems that I'm the only one in this world who cares about her. It's not her fault that this is happening, it's mine! SO QUIT YELLING AT HER!!!!!!!"
Tulio felt a little guilty about yelling, but still kept his stubborn posture.
"If you want, I'LL use my clothes for her!" Miguel took off his shirt and began to change her diaper. He gagged a few times from the smell, but succeeded in wrapping his shirt around her waist and legs to form a makeshift diaper.
"Now, I'm going to go wash this in the fountain, so please don't try to kill her!" Miguel angrily slammed the door, causing Tulio to flinch.
He looked down at the baby, who was looking at him as well. "What are YOU looking at?" The baby girl made a little sighing sound and stretched her arm out. Tulio couldn't help but smile a little. "Well, I... GUESS you're kinda cute." He sat on the floor and picked her up carefully. "You know, I have a cousin named Maria. But she's a hooker, so she doesn't count." Maria looked up at him with big brown eyes, and it seemed that she was listening.
"There was also this girl Maria that I used to like. I was seven and she was six, but she was very pretty. She had curly brown hair and green eyes, but she said I had cooties and she punched me in the eye... Most embarrassing moment of my life, getting beat up by a little girl." You know, I-" Tulio was interrupted when Maria wrapped her little fist around his finger and squeezed it.
Tulio welt a warm sensation sweep all over his body. He had never felt it before, and it felt good. Oh, she was so small. So perfect. He then realized he had fallen in love with her. He put her head on his shoulder and rocked her very slowly. He closed his eyes and hummed a little. That was until heard it.
"Aaaaaaaaaw..."
It was Miguel, standing in the doorway, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "It just.... so magical." He pretended to cry and wipe an imaginary tear off his eye. Then he burst out laughing.
"Hey shut up, man. She's cute!"
Miguel stopped laughing and put his hand to his chest. "Well, I'll tell you one thing. I believe in miracles now!!!"