Fitzgerald Family Fables

Oh, hey there. 'Sup? Yeah, that's right. I see you, you know. Not insane or nothing, just...perceptive, you could say. Wanna know a secret? You wanna know why I moved in? Why I'm happy sleeping on the couch? Or working in a garden?  It's because of her. She's so beautiful. But you knew that, didn't you? "But J," you're saying, "what if she don't like you back? Then this could've been-" Foolish? Impulsive? Hell, it's better than hearing the noises out of Sergio and Paolo's room. Cool dudes, don't get me wrong, but since my name wasn't on the mortgage on account of Sergio's parents being loaded vs. me being a broke-ass dumbass who moved out of la casa de su   mamá the minute he could... I just had to pay the utilities. Anyway, I don't think this was a mistake. At least, I sure hope not. "So I was thinking," Brittany said. "You, me, nightclub, yes?"

Waking up the next morning was, like, great. Until I realized work started in forty minutes. And that I reeked  of total filth. Talk about ick. But when I got home,  I saw my mysterious benefactor had made a small update to the house. It wasn't much - but it did bring in a fridge and a sink, both desperately needed. Plus, I got to move my mirror away from the toilet. Always a bonus, I guess. Not long after, Paolo called and invited me out to the pub.  "Joaquin'll be there too, don't stress." I could hear his smirk over the phone. Smug bastard. Did he know something I didn't? But whatever. Cheap drinks and foosball? I'm down. So in hindsight, maybe two against wasn't totally fair. Paolo was holding his own, though. "Lots of practice. Doesn't hurt Marcus used to have a table and taught me a few tricks." he joked. Eventually, I got bored and grabbed a table. Jesminder joined me a moment later.