AN: This is a long one people. 14 pages in word!
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Chapter Eleven-Breaking Point
When Harry and Sirius pulled into the driveway, fury ran through Harry's veins. Harry hopped off the motorcycle and went into the house before Sirius could try to say a word to him.
Harry slammed the front door behind him, trying to release the anger he felt. He kicked his shoes off; making them hit the front door with a loud thud. He grabbed his hair in frustration, ashamed of himself for ever trusting Sirius to be different than his relatives. Sirius was a jerk, just like all the other adults he had encountered. It would only be a matter of time before Sirius' starting using more physical means of punishment when Harry angered him.
Harry punched the wall, feeling humiliated. How could have let his guard down so easily? He quickly pulled off his jumper and threw it onto the couch, kicking the back of the sofa as he did so. Harry heading upstairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him then locked it shut.
Sirius entered the house just in time to hear Harry slam his door shut. Sirius rubbed his face in exasperation, knowing that Harry was going to be even harder to talk to after this.
He walked over to the couch and flopped down, exhausted, rubbing his face with his hands again, wondering how he was going to fix his mistake and make things right between him and his godson.
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Harry stormed over to his bed and threw Quidditch Through the Ages across the room, hitting into the wall, making pages from the book rip out. Harry flopped onto his bed, burying his face into the pillow. He lay like that for a while, letting the rest of his anger pour out of his body as exhaustion took over.
"Well?" Brock asked.
"Well what?" Harry replied.
"Well are you going to stand there all night or are you going to get in?"
Harry just stared at Brock, unsure how he should answer. "Get in?"
"Yeah, that's what I said, wasn't it?" Brock said, walking over to where Harry was standing. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Harry. Harry looked down at the contents in Brock's hand before looking back up at Brock, questioningly.
In Brock's hand was a small bag of pot and several packs of cigarettes.
"Take it." Brock said simply. "It's yours; it's the least I can give you for coming out here so late."
"But I-I don't do pot." Harry said, his eyes fixed on the bag in Brock's hand.
"You will after this." Brock muttered under his breath.
"What?" Harry said, looking up at Brock. "I didn't catch that."
Brock smiled. "Nothing, nothing, not a thing, Potter. Just take it. Trust me."
Harry watched him warily before reaching out and taking the contents in Brocks hand. He placed them in his own pockets, still unsure of why Brock was being so generous. Brock grinned at Harry and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, making Harry tense up.
"Well, he's waiting for you." Brock said as he led Harry to the car door. Brock opened the door for Harry and smiled. Harry looked at Brock uncertainly before getting into the car, expecting Brock to get in after him.
Only, Brock didn't get into the car, he just closed the door behind Harry and starting walking off. Harry went to reach for the door handle so he could ask Brock why he wasn't getting in, but a deep voice caught Harry's attention.
"Leaving so soon?"
Harry looked towards the voice. This must have been Mauricio. He was a man in his mid-forties with long, dark brown hair that fell to his shoulders. His long face tan and had a waxy look to it. Mauricio's lips were pale pink and thin. His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses and his wrists were covered in expensive gold chains. He was dressed nicely, wearing a blue button up shirt with short sleeves and khaki pants.
Harry felt his heart drop to his stomach as Mauricio moved closer to him. "How are you, Harry?" Mauricio asked gingerly.
"Fine." Harry said quietly, watching Mauricio nervously.
"That's good." Mauricio said has he put and arm around Harry's shoulders. Harry tensed from the contact, but Mauricio didn't seem to notice.
"How old are you, Harry?"
"Almost thirteen." Harry said hesitantly.
"Hmm…that is young." Mauricio said as he smiled at Harry, revealing his crooked, yellow, stained teeth.
"So, you know Brock well, Harry?"
"I, uh, I guess." Harry replied, his eyes watching Mauricio's free hand move to his knee, making Harry's heart pound faster. Harry tried to move away from Mauricio without him noticing, but the attempt was a failure.
"Are you scared, Harry?" Mauricio asked, an amused smile creeping onto his face. "There is nothing to be afraid of. It's just me."
"I don't even know you." Harry said blatantly.
Mauricio lifted his sunglasses and looked into Harry's eyes with his own. In the dark of the car, Mauricio's eyes chocolate brown eyes glowed out of their sockets, giving his face an unreadable look, causing Harry to feel even more uncomfortable.
Mauricio smiled at the look on Harry's innocent face. "Perhaps you and I should get to know each other better, huh?"
Harry didn't answer, he just watched as Mauricio's hand started moving slowly and his leg, coming to a resting position on his thigh. Harry inhaled shapely, fear manifesting his entire body.
"What can I do to make you feel more comfortable, Harry? What can I tell you? Hmm…" Mauricio smiled as he removed his arm from Harry's shoulders and started running it slowly down his back, making the hair on Harry's neck stand on end.
"I, I, I, um…" Harry babbled, too scared to come up with anything to say. Harry was breathing heavily as Mauricio's hand made its way to the waist of his jeans. His heart was beating franticly, making the blood rush to his head. His ears pounded with the beat from his heart, his entire face was flushed. Harry was scared. More scared than he had felt in his entire life. More scared then when his uncle would hit him, more scared than he was when he saved the Sorcerer's Stone. Scared for what was going to happen. Scared for his life.
"Still scared, Harry?" Mauricio asked, his dark and lustful eyes looking into Harry's green orbs. Mauricio moved his hand towards the front of Harry's jeans-
"NOOOOOOOO!" Harry bolted awake, sweat pouring down his face mingling with the tears running down his cheeks.
He was breathing heavily and it took several minutes to calm himself down. He looked toward the clock, it was ten. Harry got off the bed and went to his dresser, pulling out a fresh pack of cigarettes and a lighter. After shoving them in his pocket he opened his bedroom door and went downstairs.
He spotted Sirius, who was asleep on the couch. Harry quietly slipped passed him and went out the front door, feeling the need for a long walk and a smoke. Grateful that Sirius had fallen asleep, making his escape easier.
Sirius stirred as the front door closed softly. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking over at the wall, seeing what time it was. A little after ten. He must have dozed off. Sirius got up from the couch and stretched. Deciding that he needed to talk to Harry about what had happened earlier in the day; he went upstairs, heading to Harry's room.
When Sirius reached Harry's door he knocked on it and received no response. He opened the door to find Harry's room empty.
"Harry?" Sirius asked, but received no reply. He walked out of Harry's room and headed towards the bathroom. Maybe Harry was in there. The bathroom was empty. He checked his own room, the living room and the kitchen, getting the same result. Harry wasn't in the house.
Sirius walked onto the back porch, thinking that Harry might have gone outside to smoke. He called Harry's name from the porch and waited for a reply. Nothing came. Sirius' heart dropped into his stomach. Where the hell was Harry?
He went back inside and checked the house for a second time, finding that Harry was still missing. Sirius looked back at the clock again. It was quarter after ten. That's when the panic started to set in.
Sirius ran over to the fireplace, pulled off a jar from the mantle piece filled with powder then threw a handful of the powder into the flames, calling out, "Remus Lupin."
Within a few minutes a face appeared in the flames of the fireplace. It was Remus. He looked at Sirius, confusion evident in his face. "Sirius, is everything alright, your face is pale."
"Harry's gone." Sirius replied quickly.
"What?"
"He isn't here. I-I fell asleep and when I woke up he was gone."
"He isn't anywhere in the house or outside?" Remus questioned, trying to remain calm.
"No! Don't you think I've already checked into that? Give me some credit please, Remus."
"Okay, well, just don't panic. Maybe he went for a walk."
"A walk? At this time of the night? He should be asleep, not walking around!"
"It's possible." Remus said, trying to be logical.
"What should I do? Should I go out looking for him? Should I call Dumbledore or what? I mean, what if some hurt him or worse?"
"Does the house look like someone tried to enter it?"
"No, no one came in. The alarms would have gone off if someone tried to break in. Plus, you can't apparate into the house because of the spells Dumbledore has on it." Sirius said. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and said quietly, "Harry must have left."
"Why would he just leave without telling you?" Remus asked.
"Because he hates me." Sirius said, hurt evident in his eyes.
"He doesn't hate you, Sirius. What are you talking about? How could Harry hate you?"
"He's mad at me. Earlier he wandered off when we went into town and I sort of freaked out on him. I was just so worried-and now he hates me enough to want to leave."
"I'm sure he doesn't hate you, Padfoot." Remus said encouragingly.
"Why else would he leave if he didn't hate me?"
"Maybe he just needed some fresh air and some time to cool off. I'm sure he's fine, Sirius. He's James' son after all."
Sirius remained quiet for a moment before replying. "I can't do this."
"What do you mean?" Remus asked, surprised that Sirius would even come up with such a comment.
"I can't do this. Act like a parent. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Harry isn't opening up to me. He's just becoming more distant. He won't talk to me. I'm trying but I feel like I'm getting nowhere."
"Sirius, don't say that-"
"I can't turn back time, you know. If I could, don't you think I would and prevent any of this from ever happening? Lily and James should be here dealing with this. Harry needs parents. I can't be James. Even if I try, I just can't Remus."
"So, that's it then?" Remus asked in disbelief. "You're just going to give up on Harry, just like that? That isn't like you at all, Sirius."
Sirius didn't reply, he just sighed, turning his gaze to the floor. "Harry isn't happy here."
"Harry isn't going to be happy anywhere!" Remus snapped. "He's twelve years old, he's difficult and I'm sure it makes you feel like a failure as a godfather because Harry isn't pouring his heart out to you, but if you give up on him now-you'll never ever get him to open up."
"But-"
"No buts. I know you aren't James. Harry knows you aren't James and I'm sure that he doesn't expect you to ever take the place of his father. No one could ever do that. But you made a promise to Prongs, that if anything ever happened to him and Lily, that you'd be there for Harry.-"
"-James never should have made me godfather in the first place! I don't know how to be a parent, Remus. What was James thinking? Harry needs someone who can help him; you know what James would say to me if he saw me right now? He'd call me a failure. He'd be so ashamed, I can't even imagine it. Prongs was my best friend, and I can't even keep a simple promise to keep his son safe when he went and risked his whole life for his family. What kind of person would want me to look after their kid? I'm pathetic as a parent." Sirius said, looking away from Remus, blinking furiously.
Remus gave Sirius a sad smile. "Sirius, when a parent dies, picking someone to take care of their kid is the hardest thing to do. They know that their places can never be taken. So you know what they do then? They pick someone who is most like them. James and you were practically brothers. You were so similar-it's obvious why you were made godfather. James knew that if he couldn't be there for Harry that he'd want Harry to be raised by the closest thing to him. That's why he chose you. He knew you'd love Harry as if he was your own son. You'd teach him everything about James, all the pranks, everything. James knew that you weren't perfect. James wasn't perfect. No one is. But he knew that if there was anyone who could attempt to fill James' shoes that you'd be it. Harry needs you now, more than ever. The only way James would be ashamed of you would be if you stopped caring. And I know that it is impossible for you to give up on Harry. That's why you're his godfather. Because James knew that you'd never give up on his son; that you'd be there for him no matter what. James would be proud of you for trying to help Harry, even if his son was acting like a little prat."
Sirius smiled at the last comment. "You really think so?"
"I know so." Remus smiled and then looked serious. "Harry is going to be difficult. That's obvious. So you know what you need to do? You need to sit him down and talk to him. You need Harry to realize that he isn't as alone as he thinks he is. That no matter what, you'll be there. You might get mad at him sometimes, but you'll always be there for him and you'll always care."
Sirius nodded. "You're right. Harry needs me. I care about him too much to just give up on him."
Remus agreed. "I think Harry just needed some space. I bet he'll be back within the hour."
"I hope so." Sirius looked to the clock. It was ten thirty. "If he isn't back by eleven thirty I'm calling Dumbledore."
Remus nodded. "Good idea, though I doubt you'll need to. I'm sure he'll be back soon. I have a feeling that Harry will mosey on in eventually."
Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair. Remus gave Sirius a small smile. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Sirius replied. He looked up at Remus, piercing him with his grey eyes. "Thanks, Remus."
"No problem. Sometimes you just need to be reminded of why you're putting yourself through all the stress of raising a teenager in the first place. I'd better go. What are you going to do until Harry gets back?" Remus said.
Sirius looked around the living room, his eyes landing on a few blankets lying messily on the couch. "I guess I could clean up the living room a bit."
Remus chuckled. "Never thought I'd hear you say that. I'm going to head out. I'm sure everything will be fine. The three of us will get together again sometime next week once things settle down. Good night, Sirius. Good luck."
With a small pop, Remus' face disappeared from the flames. Sirius walked over to the couch and starting neatening the blankets, still thinking about what Remus had said.
He went to pick up Harry's jumper so he could hang it in the closet and get it out of the living room. As he picked it up, its contents flew out of the pocket and landed on the ground with a soft thump. Sirius looked at the floor; his eyes grew wide at the sight that greeted him.
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From the kitchen, Sirius could hear the front door open and then close, quietly. Harry had obviously arrived home and was trying to sneak back into the house unnoticed. Sirius looked at the clock, it was ten after eleven.
'Enough is enough.' Sirius thought to himself as he walked into the living room to find Harry trying to go up the stairs without making a sound.
"Where have you been?" Sirius asked, his arms were crossed over his chest and a frown was upon his face. Harry jumped, startled by Sirius and turned around to face his godfather.
"I was out." Harry replied and turned to go back up the stairs.
"Obviously you were out. Where the hell were you, Harry? Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"I told you I was out." Harry spat.
Sirius couldn't take it anymore. The attitude, the sneaking out, the smell of smoke all through the house, there is only so much abuse a person can take. Sirius was on the brink of snapping.
"Come on," Sirius said slowly, "we're going to go sit in the living room and talk about this."
"I don't feel like talking." Harry snapped.
"Go sit down in the living room, we're going to talk." Sirius said as calmly as possible.
"Well, I don't want to talk, unless you didn't hear me the first time."
"Get in the living room!" Sirius said commandingly, but Harry just stood where he was, glaring at Sirius, trying to make the taller man back down.
"NOW HARRY!" Sirius shouted. Harry's glare drop and a look of apprehension took over. He stared at Sirius with wide eyes. This was the first time that Sirius had ever actually yelled at Harry. It reminded Harry of when his uncle would yell. Fearing that the situation would develop into one similar to the fights he had at Privet Drive, Harry meekly walked to the couch, avoiding Sirius' eyes as he passed.
Harry sat down and looked towards the floor. Sirius took a deep breath before sitting down on the coffee table across from Harry.
"What's going on, Harry?" Sirius asked calmly, trying to regain composure.
"Nothing." Harry mumbled.
"Nothing?" Sirius repeated.
"Nothing."
"Are you doing drugs?" Sirius asked blatantly.
"What?" Harry replied, looking at Sirius in confusion.
"Are you doing drugs?" Sirius repeated.
"No."
"Don't lie to me, Harry." Sirius said, looking disappointed.
"I'm not!" Harry protested.
"Then what's this?" Sirius asked, pulling out the bag of pot that had fallen out of Harry's jumper pocket. Harry looked at Sirius in shock. His godfather thought he was doing drugs, great; the night couldn't get any better. Harry should have calmly explained about how Brock had given the pot to him and how Harry had no desire to do drugs whatsoever, but he couldn't. Anger took over his body, leaving no room for rationality.
"You were looking through my stuff! Who the hell gave you the right to look through my stuff?"
"I wasn't looking through your stuff; this fell out of your pocket when I went to hang your sweater up!"
"What I have in pockets is none of your fucking business!" Harry shouted, standing up and walking towards the wall, back turned towards Sirius.
"Everything about you is my business! What you smoke, what you eat, everything. I'm your godfather and everything about you is my business, Harry!"
"Give it back to me!" Harry said, turning back towards his godfather.
Sirius shook his head, "No. Of course I'm not going to give this back to you. Are you crazy, Harry? Do you have any idea how bad this stuff is for you? Not to mention the fact that it is illegal!"
"You know what; I don't give a shit about what you say. I'll just get more if I want to. You're a fucking hypocrite, you know that! I can do all this shit when I'm at the Dursleys and you don't care then because when I'm with them, I'm not your responsibility. All the smoking and crap, you only care if I do it here because that makes you responsible! Don't even fucking try to tell me what to do because you're a fucking hypocrite and I don't have to listen to a word you say! You didn't give a shit about anything I did until you became responsible for the-boy-who-fucking-lived! You couldn't care less three weeks ago if I was smoking pot or not!"
"Don't even pull that, Harry! I care more about you than you could ever fucking realize! You areN'T EVEN THIRTEEN years old! my twelve-year-old godson is not going to smoke pot or smoke anything else for that matter ever again! I gave you the benefit of the doubt that if I gave you a chance to stop doing all this crap by yourself that I wouldn't need to be on your case about it! I thought that you could handle the situation like an adult. Apparently I was wrong and if you're going to act like a child then you'll be treated like one! I can be your worst nightmare if you make me, Harry. I'll be on your case every three seconds if I feel like it! I can search your room if I want! You can hate me for it! I don't care if you hate me! I care about you, and don't you ever accuse me of not caring! I care more than you could ever know! You're stopping all this shit today!"
"It's too fucking late for you to tell me what I can and CAN'T do!" Harry shouted, his face was red. Sirius got up and walked towards Harry and said, "Come on, go sit down, calm down." Sirius placed his hands on Harry's shoulders.
"No! Get off me!"
"Harry, calm down." Sirius said as Harry tried to struggle out of his grip.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Harry shouted.
"HARRY, SIT DOWN, Just calm down!"
"I don't have to listen to you! YOU'RE NOT MY DAD OR MY MUM. YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO."
"I'm your godfather and I have every right to tell you what you can and can't do."
"You don't even want me here!"
"What?" Sirius asked, loosening his grip on Harry as he stared at his godson, totally baffled.
"The only reason you want me here is because of my parents! You think it's your fault that they're dead! That's the only reason you care about me, because of your own fucking guilt, not because of me!" Harry screamed as he pulled out of Sirius' grasp, talking a few steps away from the long haired man.
"That isn't true. Harry, that isn't true at all." Sirius said delicately, taking a step toward his godson.
"It's true, it's all fucking true, you feel guilty, and I don't need your fucking pity. I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF MYSELF FOREVER!" Harry turned to walk away but Sirius grabbed hold of his shoulders again.
"GET OFF ME!" Harry yelled.
But Sirius wouldn't let go. Sirius struggled with Harry, trying to get him to sit back down and trying to calm Harry down. Sirius eventually pushed Harry back onto the couch, careful, not to hurt him.
"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!"
"Harry-"
"NO! DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TOUCH ME! THAT WAS CHILD ABUSE WHAT YOU JUST DID; I COULD HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR THAT!" Harry said, breathing heavy and tears welling up in his eyes.
Sirius' face looked horrified. He looked to the floor and then looked back at Harry who was huddled into the corner of the couch. Sirius sighed and walked over to Harry, kneeling down to his level.
Sirius reached out slowly and took Harry's hands in his own. Harry looked up at Sirius, piercing him with teary, emerald eyes and a frightened look on his face.
Sirius spoke quietly, not wanting to scare Harry further. "Remember the story I told you about when I was younger? How my father would hit me and make me feel like shit all the time? He use to do that so he could show me that I was worthless compared to him, that I was weak. I swore to myself that I would never be like my father and I would never hurt a child just because I was stronger. Harry, I will never hurt you. I will never ever hit you, beat you or abuse you. Never. I don't want to hurt you. I want to help you. You're not happy. I can see it in your face, in your eyes. You aren't happy with your aunt and uncle, not here with me, not anywhere. I can see it in your answer to everything, it's like you're barely alive, Harry. Like you're just drifting through life in misery. That's no way to live. And, I don't know what to do kiddo. How can I help you if you wont tell me what's wrong?"
"You can't help me." Harry said quietly, tears streaming down his face. "No one can help me."
"I can try."
Harry shook his head and said quickly, "No, no, you can't. It's too late for that."
"Why can't I help you, Harry?" Sirius asked softly, looking into Harry's eyes.
"It wouldn't change anything. Too much has happened."
"What does that mean? Harry, what does that mean: Too much has happened? What happened, Harry? Did your uncle do something to you, or one of your friends?" Sirius asked gently.
"Telling you-it, it can't change what happened."
"Maybe it can't change what happened in the past but maybe we can prevent what ever happened to you from happening again in the future. I don't like seeing you upset, Harry. I care about you too much to let you grow up being unhappy and upset all the time. If you tell me what's wrong, Harry, I promise I will do everything in my power to make things right again. But you need to tell me what's going on kiddo. I can't read minds. I can't help you unless I know what happened."
Harry swallowed and took a wobbly breath and said in a broken voice, "A lot has happened, Sirius. A lot has happened."
"Like what?"
Harry finally couldn't take it anymore. All the pain and the emotion he had been hiding for so long was finally threatening spilling out. Harry couldn't handle it anymore. He hadn't slept in days. Between the beatings from his uncle replaying in his mind for years and the nightmares, Harry was physically and emotionally exhausted. He broke down, sobbing like a child. Harry put his head in his hands and between sobs said in muffled voice, "I want everything to go away."
Sirius pulled himself off the floor and sat next to Harry, pulling his godson into a hug. Harry tried to struggle out of the hug, but gave up, being too tired to fight anymore. Harry buried his head into Sirius' chest as he cried; attaching himself to Sirius' shirt like it was his lifeline. Sirius wrapped his arms tightly around Harry and rubbed small circles into his back. Harry melted into the embrace, feeling safer in Sirius' arms than he had ever felt in his life, crying openly. Everything that Harry had been holding back for so long was finally being released.
Sirius took a breath and continued to rub calming circles into Harry's back. Fighting back his own tears, he said softly, "Shh…its okay, Harry. Everything is going to be alright now. I'm here kiddo. I won't let anything bad happen to you. I'm here; I'll always be here for you."
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AN: Harry finally broke down. I've actually had this chapter written out since chapter three. I just had to change a few things because I changed the story from my original plan a little, but the scene still worked out well. I actually got the idea for this chapter from the movie Life as a House, which is an amazing movie that everyone should watch!
When I first wrote this out, I didn't have the bit with Sirius and Remus talking. Did that work out well? I always got this impression of Sirius (Especially in book 5), that he felt like he was always failing Harry. I wanted to try and convey Sirius feeling like he was failing as a godfather. I don't know, I though it worked out well.
I hope everyone liked this. I tried to write in a way that I though the Harry that I write about would have acted. I also hope that Sirius' part in this came across well. I really liked how Harry's breakdown was. I hope it wasn't too flamboyant or not dramatic enough.
The next chapter will be Harry and Sirius talking more and you'll find out how the whole Brock/Mauricio thing actually ended. I bet you were all shocked at what I wrote about with Harry in the car. It was a bit difficult to write, probably a bit difficult to stomach while reading as well. I hope I didn't offended anyone with that, I was trying to write it in a way that it wasn't really distasteful (Although the though of Mauricio doing something to Harry sends chills your spine anyway.)
The story is coming to an end. I think only two more or three chapters left.
Please review, be nice.
Before I forget; the Mauricio story.
Okay, so it goes like this. When I was younger, I used to go to sleep away camp (Camp Eagle Hill). This all took place the summer I was thirteen.
There was a tennis instructor at the camp named Mauricio and he was this creepy 40 year old man with long brown hair and really hairy arms and he always wore sunglasses, even inside and at night. He was from another country because he had an accent. He was from someplace in Latin America (I can't remember where exactly).
Anyway, during tennis he used to flirt with the counselors and even some of the teenage campers and it was so scary. He used to help you with tennis by placing his arms on your racket and he was always like, "You need to swing harder!" and he'd have his hands on yours and it was soooo creepy, it really grossed you out, cause he had a beer belly and everything. Luckily, I personally didn't have to have tennis with him, he wasn't my tennis instructor, thank god I had one of the girls, but you would watch him from across the court and you would be like ew.
There was this counselor Katie who Mauricio really liked. She was tall, blonde and in her early twenties and Mauricio one day asked her in a really seductive voice, "Would you like to come with me and sit on my blanket under the stars by the lake?" And he wasn't kidding. He was totally serious and she was all grossed out.
After that we would always say that line to her in Mauricio's voice. It was really funny (It's actually funnier when I tell the story in person because I do the creepy accent and everything lol). So when I was writing about the guy in the car, I was like, I need someone really creepy to model this after so I picked him. No offense to anyone named Mauricio, not all Mauricio's are like the one I knew.
Anyway, please review! Reviews are good!