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Dos vaqueros|Friendship of families|Alerudy
Rudy and Alejandro didn't just grow up in the same city, they lived literally across the fence from each other. The Vargas and Parra families have always been happy to have each other's company.
— Well, what do you think? Alejandro turned his head in the direction of Rodolfo, who was sitting a step higher than him, stretching forward his legs in knee-length shorts. He twitched an eyebrow, moved his shoulder, and sucked on a slice of mango again, the juice of which was already dripping from his elbows onto the steps. Alejandro grinned and reached into a bowl of sliced fruit, fishing out an apple slice.
Rodolfo wiped the moisture from his lips, actually only smearing it more on his cheeks and wiped his lips before answering:
— You're right. It's not easy for old people to live here in Las Almas. We should move them somewhere nice, away from these shootings and drugs.
Alejandro nodded, putting the same piece of apple in his mouth, and Rodolfo continued his thought. His face twisted slightly, he tilted his head a bit to the side and shook it with an air of mild irritation.
"But you know my mother..." Rodolfo drawled the words with a subtle hint of condescending reproach. — She began to live hand in hand in our house with the father as soon as she turned sixteen, and you and I are soon over thirty. Her whole life has been spent here…
Alejandro nodded, pursing his lower lip between his teeth, and leaned his shoulder against Rodolfo's calves. He sighed, scratched his knee and looked at the intersection ahead. The traffic lights changed from red to green, and cars skidded on the road surface, looking like those big shiny beetles that he and Rudy had been looking for in the grass, scouring the nearby forest after school.
Alejandro blinked and muttered a thought that was scratching at the subcortex of his brain:
— And the husband, it turns out, is also here…
—Yes...— Rodolfo drawled thoughtfully, even stopping chewing for a couple of moments.
They fell silent again. The sun, damn it, was baking without sparing anyone, to the point that going to work only in ubderwear seems like a good idea. Everything was drying up: the grass was withering underfoot, the flowers in pots and front gardens were withering, even the fucking roads were melting. Along with it, apparently, Alejandro's brains melted too, the feeling thatthey were about to pour out of his ears. Good thing that it was a little cooler in the houses, otherwise it would have been some kind of very cruel torture. Rodolfo, although he kept up well for a couple of days, on the third day he also whined and asked for a couple of days off. Alejandro was not a bastard, so he gave the go-ahead. And then he excused himself too, not officially, but on the other hand, who will turn him in? There are no urgent matters yet, Rodolfo took the reports with him and filled them out, he's such a good guy, and the local dealers have all disappeared somewhere too. Stuffiness, as it turned out, has become the best guarantor of peace in the city and a means of reducing the crime index to almost zero.
"But you talk to her anyway. It's boring alone, but maybe if we move our elders there, we can settle them together. Alejandro muttered, turned his body towards Rodolfo and put his arm back, leaning on it so as not to fall on his back.
— I'll talk to her, try to convince her to move. And Aunt Vargas, what does she say to your idea?
Alejandro smiled broadly and shook his head.
— Mom refuses to move far away from her girlfriends. I'll introduce her to facetime as soon as I have time. And she said she wasn't going to forget about Aunt Parra, she said, take her with me, you can even leave your dad here in Mexico.
Rodolfo laughed, covering his mouth and squinting his eyes. The corners of Alejandro's lips twitched, and he popped a cube of melon pulp from a fruit bowl into his mouth, looking at his laughing comrade with warmth in the depths of his dark eyes.
- The task is very clear, - Rodolfo guffawed, not letting up. — Okay, let's go inside, I'm hot.
Alejandro nodded and went up the stairs with a loud sigh, shook his cramped muscles slightly and slapped Rodolfo on the thigh.
— Rudy, you eat like a hippopotamus. All the steps are sticky!
— Leave me alone. - The man waved him away, letting out a light laugh.
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— Mom! Alejandro snorts, wiping traces of pink lipstick from his overgrown cheek. Rodolfo grinned from the doorway, but still stepped into the house, where he was immediately squeezed in a tight embrace.
— Our boys have finally decided to visit their parents! - Aunt Vargas chirps, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and joy, she pulls the men into the house with her, where Alejandro's father was sitting by the window smoking, and on the other side sat Rodolfo's mother, embroidering something. She looked up at the noise and immediately melted into a warm smile. Rodolfo looked out from behind the doorway and arched his eyebrows in surprise.
— Oh, Mom! Rodolfo slipped past the chatting Vargas family, kissed her on both cheeks and sat down next to her, folding his hands in his lap.
— And you're here too, Mom. It's early in the morning, why aren't you at home?
The old woman sighed, putting down her embroidery, and stretched out her hand to the man's hair, gently smoothing it.
— What's at home? Bored at home, son, what should I do there? Frida and I just came from the market, walked, talked, and bought vegetables. - The woman spoke, and Rodolfo looked at her attentively, nodding at almost every word. — That's it. And there's nothing to do at home, get up, watch the news: There's a war, they killed here, that's all the news! We don't need them, it's better to take a walk outside. - Mrs. Parra spoke with feeling, and her son only agreed.
— That's right, Mom. But did Aunt Frida tell you that Alejandro offered them to move?
The woman looked at her son and nodded, rustling in a low voice.
— Yes, son, - she said. - she was asking me to come with her, but I did not know whether to agree or refuse. We have a house, son, such a house! - The woman murmured excitedly, and Rodolfo put her hand in his.
— Mom, don't worry about the house, I'll stay here, I'll live, its's not going anywhere. - Rodolfo began to persuade his mother, murmuring in her tone, softly and lightly, but the woman began to cry:
— With your job, son, it's scary, they'll kill you, take away the house, sell everything. They won't leave any memory of your father. If there was a wife and kids, it wouldn't be so scary, but if so…
The man looked away, noticing Alejandro's parents standing nearby. He did not observe the man himself in the field of view.
The phrase "here we go again" naturally flashed through Rodolfo's head, but he returned his gaze to his mother's face and continued to press, expressing himself with the softness of a cat's step and the persistence of a mountain sheep.
— Mom, everything will be fine. If you'd live with Aunt Frida, you won't have to get up every morning to come here. There will be no shootings in the night, no one will cause riots in the markets. That's better!
The woman sighed, but nodded in agreement. Alejandro's mom called them from the other side of the living room
— Inez! Look, we called Francesca on the video! Rodolfo smiled and turned back to his mother, whose eyes shone, and he helped her get up from the sofa.
— Miracles! - Mrs. Parra exclaimed, trotting up to her friend.
Alejandro's head popped from behind the doorjamb, and Rodolfo immediately darted past the old women into the corridor.
— Well, how it went? — Straight to the point, Alejandro is impatient as always. Rudy nodded, giving a thumbs up. The man opposite let out a long "hee-ee-ee" and they both chuckled.
The first step of the plan has been completed successfully.
Alerudy, but they developed so many local jokes throughout their friendship, its almost impossible to understand what are they saying when they are talking to each other.
what's the "pose of the cockroach"? who's "the guy"? whats the deal with "the bench accident"? we'll never know
Once Alejandro got stopped at the exit of the strip club for not paying for the service (he forgot) and then Rudy came to rescue and paid for him
Now every and then he tells everyone that he bought Alejandro out of the brothel, at what Alejandro always acts furious, yelling that it wasn't anything like that
"I bought you like a cheap whore you are"
"NO YOU DIDN'T"
Someone commented on edit with Alejandro, calling him their "little border hopper" and I'm fucking losing it
Dos Vaqueros|Late bloomer| Alerudy
Unlike Alejandro, Rodolfo took a little longer to "blossom"… In every sense.
"Honestly, I miss your round face, brother."
"Ugh, you're too sweet sometimes, Alejandro."
Alejandro grins, stretched out on a hard chair that should have been replaced by now, but all hands do not reach. Rodolfo rustles the folders in his desk, looking for something. A monotonous street hum pours out of the window
"I'll say my thanks to Auntie Parra, she turned out to have a pretty son."
Rodolfo freezes for a second, straightens up, rests his palms on the table and turns his head towards his colleague
"What was that about?" Rodolfo grumbles, arching his eyebrows expressively. Alejandro snorts at this and gets up from his chair, stepping closer to the sergeant major, puts one palm on the table in front of them, and puts the other on Rodolfo's lower back, diving under the dark fabric of a loose tee, tracing circles on the skin with his fingers. Rodolfo feels goosebumps running down his arms and squints at the grinning Alejandro, who has buried his forehead in his shoulder.
"I was fat, boring and afraid of everyone and everything." Rodolfo mutters, trying not to move at all, Alejandro hums low at his words, pushing his forearm with his forehead.
"You were kind, helpful and honest with yourself and with others. Our childhood memories are a bit different"
Rodolfo snorts softly with a light, warm half-smile on his lips, turning in the hands of his colonel, the hand on his coccyx naturally slides to the side, tickling the skin with the pads of his fingers.
"And then, two years later than the others, your voice changed, your cheeks retracted and thar cute baby chubbyness disappeared. If you and I hadn't lived so close, I definitely wouldn't have recognized you." —Alejandro continues to wander through the labyrinths of his own memories. "Only your gaze stayed the same, but it has been with you since you were ten years old."
Rodolfo nods slightly and reaches closer, Alejandro does not interfere, only bends his neck to the side so that Rodolfo has somewhere to hide his slowly blushing face.
"Tell me something I don't know about." Rodolfo grinned at the proffered shoulder.
"Well, I'm sure you haven't been able to learn how to kiss properly since I dragged you to that brothel."
Rodolfo pulls away from his neck and looks at the slyly narrowed face.
"Do you want to check it out?" Rodolfo laughs, ruffling Alejandro's curles, as he rested his head on Rudy's shoulder.
"Do you have something to surprise me with?" Alejandro looked up at him, there are sparks of some very cunning plan in them. Rodolfo shakes his head, leans closer and presses his forehead to Alejandro's, squinting once again.
"Don't take me lightly, it never ended well."
"You're thinking it over, Sergeant," Alejandro retorts. "I didn't say anything like that."
Rodolfo sighs heavily as Alejandro moves a little, now pressing his temples and cheeks together. Rodolfo's hand snakes up onto the back of colonel's neck, a moment before they hear the sound of approaching footsteps in the hallway. They bounce off each other as if scalded, Rodolfo jumps to the window and freezes in this position, his red cheeks will not be visible from the entrance. Alejandro hisses, stumbles, swears, bangs his knee on the table but takes his place on the chair. Corporal Ramirez rushes into the room.
"Diego, what the fuck, why don't you knock?" Alejandro hisses at him, Rodolfo suppresses laughter, slightly twitching his shoulders.
He's so real for that
Alejandro: I hate verbs in English
Alejandro: I dance
Alejandro: you dance
Rodolfo: si
Alejandro: he dances.
Alejandro: why?
Soap: huh?
Alejandro, pointing at Phillip: is he dancing more than me?
Rodolfo: I don't think so-
Alejandro: six hundred and forty five people dance, and
Alejandro: he dances.
Soap:
Alejandro: how much is this mother fucker dancing?