Hello everyone! Just so you know, two of Manuel's OCs will be appearing in this story! I hope you enjoy!
Carl Casagrande is in his bedroom getting ready for school at their Royal Woods bodega downtown.
"I feel pretty… oh so pretty…" He chants as he combs his hair. "So pretty and guapo."
Just then, Carlota knocks on his door, interrupting his chant. "Carl, apurate! We're gonna be late for school!"
"Un momento, sis! I'll be right there!" Carl continues combing. "A little more… and… there!" He immediately puts down his comb on his brown drawer, then grabs his backpack which was laying on his bed, and finally leaves his room where Carlota is waiting for him.
"'Bout time!" she says.
"Lay off, sis! I didn't take that long," he claims.
Carlota rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, how are you and Jane doing?"
Carl freezes in his tracks after hearing that question. "Oh, about that," he says weakly.
"Something wrong, son?" Frida asks, having overheard the conversation along with her husband.
"I don't know how to tell you guys," Carl rubs the back of his hair, "especially you mother, but I have two girls that like me."
"Oh! I see. How did you handle it?" asked Carlos.
"Not so well," Carl said in shame. "I mean all I do is back away and have scary thoughts about choosing one girl and the other girl hating me forever!"
"As much as I hate to say this," Carlota comments, "but I'm pretty shocked that you've managed to attract not one but two girls."
"Only because I use your makeup! Back then I was hitting on the ladies, but now TWO ladies want me!"
"Wait, you've used my makeup without permission?!" Carlota grew a bit ticked off.
"The point is," Carl resumes, ignoring his sister, "I'm becoming a wreck! Curse you, irresponsibility!"
"And you better curse your thieving self! You'll pay for stealing my makeup!"
Carl sighs. "Here you go." He hands her makeup back. "Happy now?"
Carlota crosses her arms. "Yes."
"Which reminds me… Carlota, were you in the middle of any love triangles?"
"Hmm… come to think of it… nobody's ever…" she sniffs, on the verge of tears, "noticed me. Oh why do I waste my allowance on discount clothing?!" She cried. "It has never attracted any men! Not even my thicc body!" She runs to her room crying.
"I take that back," said Carl.
"I better go calm her down." Frida walks over to her hija's room.
"And I better get to school!" Carl runs out of the apartment in a hurry, slamming the front door.
"Hey! You didn't even eat your breakfast!" Rosa complained. "Someone should teach that boy to love my cookin