Back wit anotha one!

pervertedlemon: Ha, you funny; NAH Wanda doesn't lose her virginity to Juandissimo. You think I'm that crazy? lol

Also, to keep the sincerity of Juandissimo's Hispanic background or whatever, there's a section of this chapter where the communication is entirely in Spanish. Do not fear: I used Google translate for you and wrote all the translations in bold brackets like I have been for longer sentences, so just read those and you'll be fine :)

"Nubarrón…" Mrs. Magnifico looked at her husband, surprised by his sudden news. "…¿En serio?"

Mr. Magnifico sighed as he leaned back onto the couch cushion, notice from the Fairy Court in hand. "Por desgracia sí, Miracle.."

Mrs. Magnifico shook her head in disbelief. "Juanita despises him, and Juandissimo has not had flashbacks in months! This will be good for either of them!"

"I agree with you." Mrs. Magnifico turned to his wife. "Pero…the court has already approved the visitation."

The sound of the front door caught their attention as they entered the household from school. The Magnificos welcomed their children with semi-forced smiles, conflicted about what they had to do next.

"Juandissimo, Juanita..." Mr. Magnifico began once his children entered the living room. "…we need to talk."

Juandissimo and Juanita froze and quickly glanced at each other as if confused on what they could have done, Alewandro watching his parents questioningly.

"You are not in trouble." Mrs. Magnifico assured, reading their apprehensive expressions. "Just…come sit with us. We have something to tell you."

Alewandro apprehensively raised a finger. "Do…I need to be here for this?"

"Go to your room, Wandro." Mr. Magnifico instructed as he and his wife made room on the couch for Juandissimo and Juanita to sit in between them. "We will fill you in later."

Doing as told, Alewandro shrugged and flew into the hallway towards his bedroom.

Mr. Magnifico waited for the sound of Alewandro closing his door before he turned to Juandissimo and Juanita on his left. They waited intently for him to say something, and eventually, Mr. Magnifico got straight to the point. "The Fairy Council has approved visitation for this Sunday…as requested per your father."

Juanita's eyes grew wide with bewilderment towards her father. "For why?!"

"He wishes to speak to you both." Mrs. Magnifico explained, expecting this type of reaction. "And, apparently the Fairy Council approved his request based on good behavior."

"Well, I do not wish to speak to him!" Juanita refuted as she turned to her mother. "I am not going!"

"Lo siento, mija." Mr. Magnifico apologized, resting a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "For whatever reason, the Fairy Council has made the visitation court ordered."

"So, I do not have a choice?!"

"Mija, we can talk about this-"

"This is a bunch of bull!" Juanita stormed from the couch into the hallway.

"Juanita Estrella! Get back here!" Mrs. Magnifico called after her daughter, hearing her bedroom door slam shut. She cupped her face in her palms with an agitated exhale before she herself sprung from the couch. "I will go try to calm her down…"

Mr. Magnifico watched his wife leave before turning back to his son, noticing his silence. Juandissimo had his arms folded, staring towards the ground into space. "Mijo." Juandissimo shifted his eyes from the white carpet to his father. "…¿Qué estás pensando?"

Juandissimo didn't know what to think. His mind was blank and swimming with thoughts all at once. "…Ya no sé…"

Mr. Magnifico turned to his son, resting his forearm on top of the suede cotton back cushion. "You do not have to accept what he has to say." He reminded, assurance in his tone. "You do not even have to take his words as true. Pero…at least hear him out, and then decide for yourself."

Juandissimo lowered his eyes, doubtful that the same father that killed his mother in cold blood would have that much of a change of heart.

Blonda and her parents sorted through photos from her most recent photo shoot, having spent most of the Friday evening deciding on better headshots for her next talent agent interview the next morning. Because Big Daddy's Trash Removal was growing as a company, Big Daddy had been working sixty hour weeks for the past few months. Little Mamma had been more hands on when it came to getting Blonda's foot in the door as an actress, but Big Daddy decided to take a little time off. Not just to help his wife in fulfilling his daughter's dreams, but mostly because he really needed to think about something else other than trash…

"I like this one." Blonda voiced to her parents, holding a photo of her side profile. "What do you guys think?"

Big Daddy tilted his head, rubbing his chin. He reached down to another photo on the coffee table, comparing the two. "I dunno, peach. What about this one?"

Little Mamma examined the photo alongside her daughter. "I like the smile." Little Mamma articulated. "But while that one says 'I'm trying to become an actress'…" She turned to point at the photo in Blonda's hand. "This one says 'I am an actress!'"

"Ion' get it, Lenora." Big Daddy questioned. "How you know that?"

"It's obvious, Gouda!" Little Mamma retorted, taking both photos and laying them side by side on the coffee table. "All you have to do is look."

Big Daddy sighed, having learned that marriage included choosing your battles. "Whatever you say, darlin'."

Seconds later, the doorbell resonated through the house. "I'll get it!" Blonda exclaimed, rising from the navy couch over to the front door. Peering through the peep hole, Blonda released the locks and opened the door to one of her favorite peeps.

"Hey, Juan!" Blonda welcomed, quickly circling her arms around his shoulders. "Wussup, chico?"

"Not much, chica." Juandissimo replied with a small grin, soon breaking the embrace.

During the break when Juandissimo and Wanda were really getting to know each other, he had become closer to Blonda from others in the squad. She'd asked him more questions regarding his past, satisfied with whatever he was comfortable telling her. In return, Blonda opened up more to Juandissimo about her acting aspirations, gaining Juandissimo's full support. It wasn't long before 'chica' and 'chico' were born; Blonda thought it would make cute nicknames for them, and Juandissimo went along with it for her sake.

Blonda closed the door as Juandissimo greeted her parents, and Little Mamma moved from the couch to give Juandissimo a hug. Little Mamma and Big Daddy had previously met Juandissimo through Blonda, stopping to chat after a few football games. Now that he was dating Wanda, they liked him that much more. Why, you ask? Take a wild guess.

"It's good to see you again, Juan." Little Mamma smiled on his shoulder, patting his back. Though Juandissimo knew they were only nice to him because he wasn't Cosmo, he had accepted this as normal.

Once Little Mamma pulled away to drift back to the couch, Juandissimo hovered to the couch to shake Big Daddy's hand. "You are definitely an improvement" was Big Daddy's way of saying 'hello,' shaking Juandissimo's hand. "Much better than that green-haired Cazzo di merda …"

Juandissimo blinked, unsure of how to respond. Awkwaaaaaaaaaaard.

"Annnnnnyway." Blonda intervened through her father's antics, returning to her seat on the couch. "You know where to find her."

"Gracias." Juandissimo thanked Blonda, releasing Big Daddy's hand to float down the hall to Wanda's bedroom.

"Curious." Little Mamma glanced towards her daughter. "How does someone like Juan even deal with someone like Wanda?"

"Beats me." Blonda scoffed, plopping onto the couch. "Join the rest of us asking the same thing."

With electric synths and upbeat drums of 'The Pure' playing softly through her bedside radio, Wanda sat Indian style on her charcoal cotton duvet, her eyes skimming texts of 'Tales of the Crypt.' She was interrupted from a few knocks on her door, indicating that her company had arrived. "Come in!" She reached to her radio to lower the volume a bit as Juandissimo entered her room, habitually leaving the door slightly ajar.

"So long, no see." Wanda joked as she moved from her bed to greet her boyfriend, seeing as how she'd spent majority of her day with him at school. When she hugged him, she noticed he wasn't laughing. She leaned back to make eye contact, twirling his ponytail with her fingers. "Okay. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Juandissimo kissed her softly, avoiding her question.

"Don't do that with me." Wanda persisted, seeing through his façade. "What's bothering you?"

Sighing in defeat, Juandissimo broke their embrace and hovered to sit on the side of Wanda's bed, Wanda following to sit beside him. He put his hands in his pockets, eyes cast downwards. "Mis padres told me today that Juanita and I have to visit our father in Abracatraz on Sunday…"

Wanda's expression grew concerned; she couldn't imagine how he must be feeling hearing news like that. "Really?" She questioned, reaching for his hand in his pocket and intertwined her fingers into his. "Why?"

"Says he wants to talk to us." Juandissimo muttered. "Some mierda along those lines…"

She knew he wasn't happy in the slightest, but she felt inclined to ask "How do you feel about it?"

"No lo sé …" Juandissimo shrugged. "…it is all B.S. to me."

Wanda could tell this was something Juandissimo wished he didn't have to deal with, not in a million years. She didn't know much about his father, but based on his demeanor, there probably weren't many good things to say. "…wanna talk about why you feel that way?"

"If I am honest…" Juandissimo turned to his girlfriend. "…not really."

Wanda nodded, deciding not to pry further. "…anything I can do?"

Juandissimo turned away before meeting her eyes once more. "…anything you want to do?"

She paused for a moment, wondering what her possibilities were. An idea came to mind, and though not something she hadn't done before, it was slightly daunting for her, simply because their relationship was still new.

Wanda rose from her seat and floated in front of Juandissimo. He watched her curiously as she flew closer to straddle his waist, sitting on his lap. She motioned his arms to wrap around the small of her waist and then embraced him with her arms resting on his shoulders. She nestled on hand on the back of his head, lacing into the silk of his black hair, and leaned in with an ever so delicate kiss. She held her lips to his, elongating the kiss just enough to sense it was having an effect, and pulled away gently just as he was going in for another.

Juandissimo grinned softly at her teasing smirk as she used the same affectionate hand to run through his hair, smoothing back any loose ends. His ill mood soon faded, filled with the warmth of her love.

"I got my acceptance letter today." Wanda announced, finding a wat to lighten the mood. "Fairy Academy, here I come."

"You mean here we come." Juandissimo smiled, having received his own acceptance letter the week before. "Scholarship?"

"Yep." Wanda replied. "Just enough to cover my tuition, room and board, and textbooks. All four years."

Juandissimo tightened his hug around her waist, cuddling her closer. "Pays off to be beautiful and smart, no?"

Wanda let out a small giggle which soon faded into a slight frown. Juandissimo noticed this as she looked away. "¿Qué pasa mal, remolina rosa?"

"Nothing, just…realized how bitter sweet it is." Wanda turned to meet his gaze. "…Cosmo and I were supposed to go to Fairy Academy together…"

Juandissimo faintly pouted, remember times where Wanda would randomly bring up her ex, and her face would fall each and every time. He wished she'd finally leave him in the past where he belonged, but he was patient, understanding what it was like to be tossed aside by the one you loved just from his own past relationship. "I want you to know something." Juandissimo stroked her cheek with his finger, locking his eyes with hers. "I assure you…that I will never break your heart like he did. No matter what."

Wanda took in his words, wondering where the sudden seriousness came from. Great, one mention of Fairy Academy and boom; Cosmo comes to mind. Again. Maybe, deep down, she still cared about him, but why should she? Was she that pathetic sorry for him? Was it even pathetic at all? She wasn't dating him anymore, why was he still in her hea-

His lips brushed hers, and all thoughts of her ex were silenced.

Ringtones of 'Empire of the Crown' vibrated on the green-wood nightstand with 'Spike' across the caller ID. Cosmo, lying on his back with his face towards said nightstand, slowly opened his eyes after about the fourth ring, coming to his senses. Groggily, he reached for his phone and missed a couple of times before finally grabbing hold and feeling around for the answer button. He pressed the phone to his ear, struggling to keep his eyes open, as he answered hoarsely "…hello?"

"Yo, Cosmo." Spike replied, pausing for a few seconds before asking "…were you asleep?!"

"Not anymore." Cosmo grumbled with a yawn.

A few seconds of silence past on the other line. "…Dude, it's noon!"

Rolling over in his bed, Cosmo momentarily held the phone in front of him, rubbing his eyes as he read '12:02pm' in the top center of the screen. "Oh…" Cosmo groaned with a stretch as he pressed the phone back to his ear. "…didn't know it was that late…"

Spike chuckled as if Cosmo told a joke. "You hibernate like a freaking bear, I swear."

Spike was met with silence before he continued. "So how are you, anyway?"

"Alive." Cosmo muttered, not bothering to sit up.

"Better than being dead." Spike said nonchalantly, quickly switching to a different subject. "My Fairy Academy application was received, just waiting on a yes or no. Good thing we got are packets in when we did, the deadline is the end of the month."

More silence.

"…you know if yours was received?"

"Haven't checked." Cosmo shrugged. "Doubt I'll get in anyway…"

"C'mon, dude, cheer up!" Spike encouraged, tone deaf to Cosmo's detached behavior. "Remember when you used to go on and on about being a god parent? Fairy Academy's your only ride to get there."

Cosmo sighed, staring towards the ceiling with blasé eyes. "…dunno if I even wanna be a god parent anymore…"

Spike didn't respond right away, his tone growing more serious. "Okay…dude. Seriously. Are you okay?"

Cosmo paused. "…Why?"

"Ionno." Spike answered as if unsure. "…you've been a drag, to be honest."

Cosmo arched a brow. "…what does that even mean?"

"When's the old Cosmo comin' back?" Spike probed. "Y'know, bright-eyed, goofy, slightly clueless?"

Cosmo suddenly felt the urge to cry. Would that Cosmo ever come back, or was he gone forever? "…I don't even know who that is."

Dark clouds enveloped the sky, showering the city with curtains of water. A castle-like structure rested atop a mountain of rocks, a snake-like incline of concrete leading to the Mediterranean double doors. Cracks alongside worn bricks revealed not only the age of the building but the condition it was kept in, a crooked, hanging sign of 'Abracatraz' carved in to grey, tattered wood above the entrance.

Two security guards dressed in midnight blue head to toe escorted the brother-sister duo through the corridors of slate-blue brick walls, traveling towards the visiting area. Upon arrival to Abracatraz, Mr. Magnifico offered to come inside for support, but Juandissimo and Juanita declined, stating they can handle it since their father can't physically touch them. Besides, they didn't plan on making a picnic out of it.

Once they reached the door to the visiting area, one security guard held the door handle while the other faced the two siblings, listing off specifics on the visitation process. "Inside this room," the guard began, motioning to the door. "you'll see chairs sitting in front of a glass wall sectioned off by numbers. Those sections have phones on either side of the glass. When the inmate reaches your booth, they'll pick up the phone on their side. Just do the same thing, and you'll communicate over the phone. Once you're done, all you have to do hang up, and that'll give us the signal to escort you out while the inmate is escorted back to their cell. Sound good?"

Juandissimo and Juanita nodded in understanding.

"Good." The security guard gave the okay for his partner to open the door. "Your booth number is #3."

The guard leaned against the door to hold it open as Juandissimo and Juanita entered, observing other visitors communicating with their inmates. Grudgingly, they hovered over to booth #3, taking their seats on the metal barstools nailed to the concrete floor. Juanita propped her elbows on the counter with her chin in her palms, her leg bouncing in anticipation. She tried to control her breathing, feeling her stomach churning in knots. Juandissimo turned to his sister and rubbed her back in attempts to comfort her. "Trate de no preocuparse." [Try not to worry] Juandissimo consoled, trying to calm his own nerves in the process. "Pronto terminará" [It'll be over soon.]

Juanita nodded with a groan, taking his words to heart.

A moment later, Juandissimo and Juanita looked on as a familiar inmate was escorted with a security guard to the booth by the arm. He was clothed in a black and white stripped jumpsuit with +his wrists cuffed behind his back. Stringy, black hair curled over his face in a slight part, reaching down his back, with a matching shaggy goatee circling his lips. Dark blue eyes hung low with bags, a few stress wrinkles etched throughout his ebony face framed similarly to his son.

Their father, Alejo Magicatio, stared at his children as the guard took his key to loosen the cuffs on his wrists, seeing their disappointed glares. They weren't hiding the fact that they weren't happy to see him, though he expected as much. Once he was free, he took his seat on the barstool, the security guard posted right behind him in the event he was feelin' froggy.

Alejo reached for the phone and held it to his ear, Juandissimo doing the same as he held the phone so that both he and Juanita could hear simultaneously. Alejo hesitated, trying to find his words. He hadn't seen nor heard from his children in a year and a half, though, legally speaking, they weren't his children anymore. Juandissimo and Juanita also hesitated, observing the once stout, intimidating being now a fragile, broken mess before them. Jail has not been kind to him, and neither of them felt an ounce of remorse.

"Gracias a los dos por venir." [Thank you both, for coming.] Alejo began, scruff in his voice.

They remained silent, Juanita intensifying her glare.

Alejo cleared his throat, taking a deep breath. When it came to this, there was no time to be around the bush. "Durante el último año, he tenido … mucho tiempo para reflexionar. Reflexiona sobre mis acciones …y cómo han afectado a los demás. Pasé por la desintoxicación …y, cuando me dieron la oportunidad … decidí participar en la terapia."[…Over the past year or so, I've had…a lot of time to reflect. Reflect on my actions…and how they've affected others. I've been through detox…and, when I was given the opportunity…I decided to participate in therapy.]

Juanita and Juandissimo listened intently, watching the man in front of them attempt to voice his thoughts. "Puede que no siempre lo haya parecido…pero…yo de verdad, y de todo corazón, amaba a tu madre."[…It may not have always seemed like it…but…I truly, and whole heartedly, loved your mother.] Alejo licked his lips, trudging through his guilt. "No hay un día que pase sin pensar en lo que le he hecho a ella...lo que te he hecho a ti. Estaba borracho y beligerante, y tu madre no merecía morir por mis males..." […There's not a day that goes by without thinking about what I've done to her…what I've done to you. I was drunk and belligerent, and your mother did not deserve to die from my evils...]

Juandissimo averted his eyes, recalling the events of that horrible night.

"…Lo se ahora"[…I know now.] Alejo continued, plead in his dark blue eyes. "…que he cometido un error terrible e imperdonable. Pero…quería disculparme sinceramente con los dos, especialmente con ustedes, Nubarrón." […that I've made a terrible, unforgivable mistake. But…I wanted to sincerely apologize to you both, especially you, Nubarrón.]

Juandissimo met his gaze, creasing his brow. He remembered growing up with his father addressing him by his middle name, for absolutely no reason other than he wanted to.

"…trataste de proteger a tu madre...y yo traté de detenerte…" […you tried to protect your mother…and I tried to stop you….]

Juanita turned to her brother, noticing his free hand balling into a fist on the counter.

"Entiendo si ninguno de los dos me perdona…" [I understand if neither of you forgive me….] Alejo paused, running his hand through the string of his hair. "…pero quería que vinieras, para poder disculparme personalmente…y pedirte perdón."[…but I wanted you to come, so that I may personally apologize…and ask for your forgiveness.]

Juanita shook her head in contempt. This man had the audacity to make them come all the way here, just for them to pity him? What was he expecting, a hug? After what he did?

"…No te perdono." […I don't forgive you.] Juanita responded, trying to mask the quiver in her voice. "…Nunca te perdonare." […I will never forgive you.]

Alejo stared into the disdain of his daughter's eyes, allowing her to speak.

"Mientras estás en una celda de la cárcel, con los pulmones respirando y el corazón latiendo, ¡nuestra madre no es más que polvo mágico en el suelo! ¡La mataste y nunca podremos volver a verla! ¡Nunca más podremos hablar con ella! ¡Nunca podremos abrazarla, sentirla, reír con ella, nada! ¡Todo por ti! Ella no merecía morir, ¡así que tú no mereces misericordia!" [While you're sitting in a jail cell, lungs breathing and heart beating, our mother is nothing but magic dust in the ground! You killed her, and we'll never be able to see her again! We'll never be able to talk to her again! We'll never be able to hug, to feel her, to laugh with her, anything! All because of you! She didn't deserve to die, so you don't deserve mercy!]

Alejo masked his hurt, looking away from his daughter.

"Puedes quedarte con tu disculpa falsa." [You can keep your fake apology.] Juanita spat, her voice barely audible. "Y por lo que me importa ... puedes pudrirte en el infierno." [And for all I care…you can rot in Hell.]

Alejo groaned with his face in his palm as Juanita stormed from the booth, the guard allowing her to exit through the door. He expected them to be angry; but some part of him didn't expect that, especially from his daughter. He looked up to see Juandissimo still by the phone, looking down with no emotion on his face.

"¿Que pasa contigo, Nubarrón?" [What about you, Nubarrón?] Alejo questioned, shaking Juandissimo from his thoughts. "¿No me perdonas tú también?" [Do you not forgive me too?]

Alejo was met with a cold scowl, Juandissimo trying to keep a level head. Choosing his next words carefully, Juandissimo replied with a stern tone. "No es que no te perdone … no hay parte de mí que pueda perdonarte. Nunca." [It's not that I don't forgive you…there is no part of me that can forgive you. Ever.]

Alejo's eyes were as if he had received the worst new of his life. Again, some part of him expected just a slither of clemency. Yet, he was met with the loss of his children, figuratively and literally. Lowering his gaze, Alejo said nothing more other than "Como desées…" [As you wish...]

Unable to stand to look at the man he no longer considered his father, Juandissimo placed the phone back on its hook, and without a second glance, sprung from his barstool to the security guard, exiting the room as Alejo watched him before his own security guard re-cuffed his wrists.

Alejo was left with the guilt of his sins.

The next chapter is one of my favorite yet difficult chapters to write; let's just say it gets real.