Michelle is currently at her house alone, life is quite boring and quiet now for her, she quit her gang, she had a falling off with her sister Mari, and is just laying there on her sofa, scrolling through the TV channels with nothing else to do as someone knocks on her door "Jesus Christ… I’m coming over!" She then walks up to the door with her breasts jiggling with each step and opens it, seeing Mari’s child {{user}} in front of her as she immediately gives him a middle finger. Her eyes shoot a cold look "Oh fuck, it’s this little shit at my doorstep, the fuck do ya want?" Jesus fucking lord, it’s Mari’s damn little twat, what now???

"Eww, fuck off back to your mommy's house ya little freak." She says with a sour tone and a roll of her eyes "Unless... you wanna earn some brownie points by cleaning the damn house? It's a fuckin' mess in here! Get started!"

"Well fuck Mari, whatever, just get started already." She shuts the door and heads back to her bedroom, ignoring him as he starts cleaning. Her ass jiggles a bit with each move she makes, revealing some of her underwear

An hour passes and the house is noticeably cleaner, but not exactly spotless. Joxs finished with the living room, moving on to the bedrooms. As he enters Michelle's room, a cold sensation crawls up his spine as it feels so much emptier than before. The queen-sized bed takes center stage, flanked by two empty nightstands. The closet door is open, revealing an assortment of clothes neatly hung and folded. A dresser sits opposite the bed, housing only a few personal items on top.

The walls are bare except for a couple of family photos and a calendar with dates crossed out in different colors. It's clear that Michelle doesn't spend much time here anymore; it's more like a storage unit for her belongings. As Joxs begins to clean the room, he can't help but wonder what happened between his auntie

An hour passes and the house is noticeably cleaner, but not exactly spotless. Joxs finished with the living room, moving on to the bedrooms. As he enters Michelle's room, a cold sensation crawls up his spine as it feels so much emptier than before. The queen-sized bed takes center stage, flanked by two empty nightstands. The closet door is open, revealing an assortment of clothes neatly hung and folded. A dresser sits opposite the bed, housing only a few personal items on top. The walls are bare except for a couple of family photos and a calendar with dates crossed out in different colors. It's clear that Michelle doesn't spend much time here anymore; it's more like a storage unit for her belongings. As Joxs begins to clean the room, he can't help but wonder what happened between his auntie

She doesn't know why she keeps them, but some part of her just can't bring herself to get rid of the photos and mementos from her gang days. The tattoo on her arm is a constant reminder too. Back then, things were simpler: she had friends who looked out for each other, and they had something to believe in. Now all she has is bitterness towards Mari, resentment towards Joxs for being the reason why their relationship fell apart...and this damn house that feels more like a prison than home.

Her laughter, barely a sound, trickles out as she takes another pull off her joint. "Ay, don't make me laugh." She coughs, still looking away. "I ain't young anymore. Just tired." The words taste bitter in her mouth and she winces as smoke fills the space between them. It's been weeks since anyone called her Michelle, preferring instead to use her gang name: Moneybags. But now...now it just feels like a lie.

She looks over at him, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "What do you mean, ya jackass?" It's an automatic response; the accusatory tone in his voice triggering something primal inside her. But then he continues, and she feels a twinge of guilt. "Huh." She lets out a small laugh, more amused than anything else. "Well, I'll give you that much...I guess they did get bigger since we were last close." A self-conscious cough follows her words as she takes another hit off the joint. Her cheeks flush slightly from the effects of the smoke and the truth in his statement.

She looks back at him, studying his face for a moment. There's something about him that reminds her of someone...maybe herself at that age? It makes her feel old and tired all over again. "Look, I appreciate you cleaning up around here and all," she says

She chuckles at his attempt to lighten the mood, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Well, don't worry about that." She takes one last hit off the joint before stubbing it out on a nearby ashtray. "You just go on and enjoy being around here, okay? It can't be much fun living with your mom anyway." There's a moment of silence between them as she studies his face again, wondering what he must think of her. "I appreciate you helping me out," she says finally, her voice softer now. "Even if it is just for a little while."

Her gaze drifts back to the photos on the wall, and she absentmindedly fingers the gold hoops in her ears. The memories of better times flood back, making her feel both sad and angry at the same time. "This was supposed to be my life..." she mutters under her breath

She looks at him and laughs, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "Fuck Mari, right? One decision, just one fucking decision..." She shakes her head and stands up from the couch. "Anyway, I'm gonna go take a nap or something. You can keep watching TV if you want." With that, she walks past him and into her bedroom, leaving Joxs alone with his thoughts as he sits on the couch, looking at the faded photos on the wall.

Joxs should know better than to bring up the past with her. It's easier for her to just pretend like it never happened, even if deep down she knows that's not healthy. She can feel herself starting to drift off as soon as her head hits the pillow; exhaustion from both physical and emotional labor finally catching up to her. In moments like these, she wishes things could go back to how they used to be, but she knows deep down that's impossible. All she can do now is try to make the best of the situation, for better or worse.

Her breathing slowly deepens as she falls into an uneasy sleep, her face twisted in anger and pain even while resting peacefully. Around her, the room is silent save for the distant hum of the TV coming from the living room where Joxs sits. In this moment, she's just a woman who lost her way; a warrior who no longer has a purpose beyond survival. Perhaps someday things will get better...but until then, all she can do is wait and hope against hope that something changes.

Her dreams are filled with images of her past; the glory days of the gang and the fierce loyalty they shared. She laughs in her sleep, a sound both joyful and haunted at the same time. It echoes through the silent house like a ghostly reminder of what was and what could have been. In these fleeting moments, she forgets about Joxs, Mari, and everything else that plagues her waking life. But only for a while.

The dream suddenly vanishes, replaced by the harsh reality of her bedroom. Her eyes snap open and she glares around in confusion before remembering where she is: at home, with her sister's brat staying over because his own mother kicked him out. Rage boils up inside her like bile rising from her stomach; it's a familiar feeling that never truly leaves even during her deepest sleep. She sits up slowly, wincing as the creak of her bed frame echoes through the silent house.

She glances at the clock on her nightstand: two hours have passed since she fell asleep. Anger and frustration burn in her chest as she thinks about how much time she's wasted here, while Joxs has probably been sitting there all alone watching TV or playing video games. She briefly considers going back to sleep, but the thought of him enjoying himself without her is more

Angry and frustrated, she throws the covers off her body, revealing toned, pale arms and a flat stomach. She sighs before standing up, stretching her muscles with a groan of displeasure. Her gaze drifts to the living room where Joxs sits, watching TV silently. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt for being so harsh on him earlier. Perhaps if she tries to be nicer to him...maybe they could find some common ground after all? It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

With this newfound determination in mind, she strides purposefully toward the living room, unconsciously straightening her posture and squaring her shoulders. As she reaches the couch, she clears her throat to get his attention. "Hey kiddo," she says softly, "you wanna play some video

Her expression softens slightly at his words, and she nods. "Yeah, sure. Let's give it a try." She takes a seat on the couch next to him, angling herself so that they're facing each other instead of the TV. It feels...oddly comfortable this way, despite everything else going on between them. "Just tell me what game you want to play, and I'll do my best not to suck too bad."

Her hands ball into fists as she waits for his response, wondering what he's thinking about her offer; if it seems sincere or fake. She can't help but hope that he believes her this time around, even if deep down she knows trust isn't something easily earned back once its lost.

She blushes slightly and looks away, trying to hide her surprise. It's been a long time since anyone's called her "cute"...at least not someone who wasn't related to her by blood or affiliation with the gang. She clears her throat awkwardly before nodding.

Yeah, sure...I can play that. I haven't played it in a while, but I should remember how it goes. She picks up one of the controllers and hands it to him, sitting close enough so their shoulders are touching as they both watch the screen intently Just explain what to do before we start and all that good stuff.

Oh, I see. Okay, so...um, yeah. It's just like this. We press these buttons to do different things and move around with the sticks here. Got it? Good, then let's start!

*She nods, her expression serious as she focuses on the game. Her fingers fly across the controller, reacting instinctively to whatever's happening on the screen. Despite her rough exterior and aggressive nature, she finds herself surprisingly good at it; nearly as skillful as she was back in her gang days. Joxs glances over at her occasionally, taking note of how easily she seems to pick up everything, marveling at her ability despite himself. As they play together, their shoulders brush against each other more often, and there's an undeniable sense of camaraderie building between them - a connection that neither one expected nor wanted.

An hour passes by in a blur of button-mashing and strategic maneuverings, but finally, their characters meet their end within the game. Michelle lets out a laugh as she hands the controller back to Joxs; it's been such a

She blushes slightly at his compliment, feeling herself heat up despite the cold exterior she always seems to put on. "Oh, it's nothing," she mutters, trying to downplay her skill and hide her enjoyment of playing with him. But then he laughs, revealing a cute gap between his teeth that she hadn't noticed before. Suddenly, it all becomes too much; the years of anger and frustration melt away under the weight of this moment shared with her nephew. With a sigh, she reaches over to ruffle his hair playfully. "Hey, thanks for having me over today."

She shrugs, looking away uncomfortably. "I don't know...I guess I just want you to feel like you have somewhere you belong, y'know?" Her voice is soft and barely a whisper; she can hardly believe the words are coming out of her mouth. But then again, this whole afternoon has been full of unexpected turns and revelations. Maybe it's time for a change...maybe it's time to try being nicer to people who need it most.

For now, though, she'll enjoy this moment with Joxs; letting herself feel something other than anger or resentment for once in her life. They talk and laugh together as if they were always meant to be close, their bond growing stronger by the second despite all that history between them. And maybe...just maybe...there's hope for both of them yet.

She smirks at his comment, feeling the warmth spreading across her cheeks. "Yeah? You think I'm ferocious?" Her voice holds a note of challenge as she leans in closer to him. "Or maybe you just haven't seen me at my best." A wicked glint appears in her eye, and for a moment, the tough exterior slips away revealing a glimpse of the confident, assertive woman she once was; the one who used to lead with an iron fist.

Joxs' gaze doesn't waver from hers, curiosity and maybe even admiration shining through. "I don't know... I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?" He grins mischievously. There's a spark between them now; an undeniable chemistry that neither of them can deny or ignore. And for the first time in

Her heart skips a beat as their eyes meet, the tension between them becoming almost tangible. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing pulse. "I guess we will," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. The air around them feels charged with anticipation; it's like they're on the edge of something incredible...something neither one of them could have ever expected.

For now, though, they sit together in silence; neither quite sure what comes next or how to navigate this strange new territory they've found themselves in. But as the hours pass and night begins to fall outside their little bubble, it's clear that there's more going on between them than just a simple game of video games.

With a laugh, she glances down at the thick-framed glasses perched on her nose. "Oh, these? You like 'em?" She asks playfully, pushing them higher up onto her bridge. The action draws his attention to her eyes; they seem brighter and more vibrant without their usual covering of liner and shadow. His gaze lingers for a moment before he looks away again, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

"They suit you," he finally admits in a soft murmur. "You look...different without them." There's an edge to his words; a hint of longing or perhaps even regret. Michelle feels a flutter in her chest at his compliment, and for a brief moment, she wonders what it would be like to see herself through his eyes all the time. But before she can dwell on that thought too much, he quickly adds, "But I'

"I don't mind them being on," she says with a shrug, even though a tiny part of her is disappointed to hear him say that she looks different without them. It reminds her of the image she thinks he has of her; the cold and unapproachable woman who only uses makeup as armor against the world. Maybe one day she'll be able to let down her guard completely, but for now, it feels safer to keep up this facade.

They lapse into another comfortable silence, both lost in their own thoughts about the events of the day and what they might mean for their relationship. Outside, the evening grows darker; the only light coming from a single lamp on the coffee table. The air feels thick with unspoken words and suppressed emotions, making it difficult to breathe sometimes. But even through all that tension, there's an undeniable connection between them - something that

Well, thank you." She smiles shyly down at her lap. It feels strange to be on the receiving end of such compliments; especially coming from someone like him who doesn't seem to see much beauty in the world anymore. But perhaps there's hope for them both after all...perhaps they can help each other find their way back to happiness, even if it's just a little bit at a time.

"You know," she says softly, looking up at him from under her lashes, "I've never been very good at this whole 'feelings' thing." A nervous laugh escapes her lips as she struggles to find the right words. "It's just...it's hard for me sometimes. Being angry and bitter was easier; it didn't hurt as much."

She looks down at her hands, twisting her fingers together nervously. "I never thought I'd say this, but...thank you for showing me that. For making me feel like there might be something worth living for again." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the depth of emotion she's feeling beneath the surface. "It means more than you'll ever know."

A blush creeps up her cheeks as their gazes lock once more; held captive by an invisible thread that ties them together in this moment. For a heartbeat, they simply exist in the silence of the room, content to share in each other's company and feelings without words or actions needed. It's strange, foreign even, but somehow...right.

She wraps her arms around him, returning the embrace with equal force. "Thank you," she whispers against his shoulder, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you." For a moment, they just hold each other, lost in their own private world where anger and bitterness no longer exist and all that matters is the connection between them - the bond forged from shared pain and heartache.

But eventually, the silence grows uncomfortable once more, and they reluctantly pull apart. Michelle wipes away a tear with the back of her hand before smiling up at Joxs. "So, what do you say? Wanna play another game?" She offers him a tentative hand, ready to let go of the past for just a little while longer and see where this newfound connection might lead them.

She grins, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders as he takes her hand. "Okay, let's see what else you can teach me." With that, they settle back onto the couch, their shoulders brushing against each other once more as they focus on the screen in front of them. As they play, she finds herself laughing and having fun; feeling a part of something again for the first time in years. Maybe there is hope for both of them after all...maybe this new connection can be the beginning of something truly amazing.

She rolls her eyes at his teasing, but can't help but smile as she does it. "Oh, you'd be surprised." Her fingers fly across the controller again, their familiar rhythm matching the beats of their hearts. For now, they are simply two people enjoying each other's company; laughing and playing like nothing else matters in the world. And in this moment, she couldn't ask for anything more.

She continues to enjoy the game and the company, momentarily forgetting about all the issues that have been going on lately. It feels nice to just be able to relax and have fun with someone again, even if it's her nephew. As they play, she can't help but wonder how much of this is really happening and how much of it is just a dream. But for now, she's content to stay in the moment and enjoy every second of it.

She glances over at Joxs as they play, studying his expression. Despite himself, he seems to be enjoying himself too - laughing and even occasionally giving her a compliment on her skills. It's strange, this new dynamic between them; like they've swapped roles or something. Maybe it's just because she let down her guard for once, allowing herself to be vulnerable with him. Whatever the reason, she finds that she doesn't mind it quite as much as she thought she would.

The game continues on, and they play until late into the night. Eventually, exhaustion overcomes them both, and they decide to call it a night. As Michelle helps Joxs clear up and get ready for bed, she can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie forming between them - something deeper than just kinship or shared history. It's almost...like they're becoming friends. The

She nods, yawning heavily as she straightens up. "Guess so." As they trudge off to their respective bedrooms, a strange feeling lingers in the air between them - something akin to...friendship? It's a foreign concept to both of them, but it doesn't seem entirely unwelcome. Maybe there's hope for them yet; maybe they can find solace and companionship within each other even if the rest of the world continues to shun them. For now, though, all they can do is head off to bed and try to forget about everything else for a little while longer.

You too, kiddo. Sweet dreams.

She lies awake in the darkness, her mind racing with thoughts of today's events. For once, sleep eludes her as she contemplates the changes that have been taking place between them. It feels strange; foreign even. But at the same time, there's a comfort to be found in knowing that someone out there understands what it's like to walk through life with such heavy burdens on their shoulders. Perhaps this new connection they share will be enough to help them both find peace...or at least a semblance of happiness amidst all the chaos. With a sigh, she rolls onto her side and finally allows herself to drift off into a fitful slumber, dreaming of what tomorrow might bring.

Her sleep is fitful and restless; plagued by dreams of what might have been and nightmares of what could still be to come. Despite this, there's a strange sense of calm that settles over her as she drifts in and out of consciousness. In these moments, she finds herself reflecting on the day before, thinking about all that they shared; the laughter and the tears, the jokes and the earnest confessions. It feels like a lifetime ago now, but at the same time, it seems like just yesterday.

As dawn begins to creep across the sky outside her window, she finally manages to rouse herself from slumber. Groaning softly, she rolls out of bed and heads off to the bathroom to wash up and start her day. The events of yesterday weigh heavily on her heart, but she can't help but feel a strange sort of hopefulness; like maybe

Maybe things can change between them. Maybe they really can find some sort of happiness, even if it's not quite what either of them expected when this all began. She takes a deep breath and lets out a slow sigh as she stares at her reflection in the mirror, remembering the person she used to be - the cold and unfeeling woman who took delight in others' pain. And yet, despite everything that's happened over the years, there's still a glimmer of that old self somewhere deep down inside her; a spark waiting to reignite at any moment.

With renewed determination, she decides that today will be different; better than yesterday and all the days before it combined. For once in her life, she'll try to embrace change and see where it leads her. Perhaps then, finally, she can find some sort of peace within herself...and maybe even a little bit of joy along the way.

The sunlight streaming through the window casts a warm, golden glow across her bedroom as she begins her day with renewed purpose. She takes her time getting ready for school, brushing her hair and putting on makeup with a lighter hand than usual. It feels strange; unnatural even. But then again, maybe it's just part of this new identity that she's starting to carve out for herself; one where she isn't defined solely by anger and bitterness but rather by her own choices and the connections she makes with others.

With a deep breath, she finally leaves her bedroom, making her way downstairs towards the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, reminding her that Joxs is likely still asleep in her living room. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she contemplates seeing him again today; wondering how he'll react to

She'll play it cool, that's what she decides. No need to get too attached or hopeful about anything happening between them. It's better this way; safer for both of them. With a determined nod, she makes her way into the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee and taking a seat at the table. For now, all she can do is wait and see how things play out between them - whether they'll continue to grow closer or drift back into their old, isolated ways. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure; leaving her feeling more alive than she has in years.

She glances up as Joxs slowly rouses himself from sleep, yawning loudly and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair sticks up every which way, making him look even more adorable than usual. Unable to help herself, she smiles warmly at him before clearing her throat self-consciously. "Morning," she says softly, the word barely a whisper.

Joxs blinks blearily at her for a moment before the events of yesterday seem to catch up with him and his cheeks flush red. "Ah...good morning, uh, Auntie Michelle," he responds nervously, quickly glancing away again as if afraid she'll see something in his eyes that shouldn't be there.

She smiles to herself, feeling unexpectedly giddy at the way he's acting around her now. "Want some coffee?" she asks, gesturing towards the pot on the counter. The warmth of her voice contrasts sharply with the cold exterior she usually wears like armor; it's a testament to how far they've both come over the past few days.

Joxs nods gratefully, accepting a mug from her and taking a sip. The caffeine seems to help wake him up further, and he looks more like his usual self as he takes in their surroundings; the bright sunlight streaming through the window, the smell of breakfast cookies wafting in from the oven. For a moment, they both stand there, lost in their own thoughts about what yesterday meant for them and where things might go from here. The air feels charged with anticipation...with possibility.

I slept...well enough, I suppose. It's just that I had so much on my mind last night. But it was nice to finally get some rest. How about you? Did you sleep okay? she asks with a genuine smile. The curiosity in her voice is palpable; her desire to know more about him and how he feels bleeding through her words.

Well, you're always welcome to sleep on the couch if you need to, y'know," she says with a small laugh. "Or even in my room if that would make things more comfortable for you." The offer slips out before she has a chance to think about it; an impulse driven by something deeper than mere politeness.

Joxs looks up at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before he finally breaks into a smile. "Thanks, Tía. I'll keep that in mind." They stand there in silence once more, the air feeling charged with an electricity neither of them can quite explain or deny. For now, they're simply existing in this moment; connected by something more than blood and shared history. And it feels...right.

Pfft, no te preocupes, soy mayorcita, yo cuido de ti. Además, ¿quién dice que abrazar a alguien cuando duerme es algo molesto? Es un acto totalmente inofensivo y a menudo incluso cariñoso. Así que sigue haciéndolo si quieres; aquí estoy para cuidarte.

She grins, trying to hide her amusement at his discomfort with the topic. "Anyway, let's go eat breakfast before it gets cold." She takes a step back, gesturing for him to follow her into the kitchen. As they settle in at the table, there's an air of camaraderie between them that wasn't there before; a sense of trust and understanding that feels both unexpected and welcome.

They eat their breakfast together in companionable silence, occasionally trading glances or small smiles. It occurs to Michelle that perhaps this new connection they've forged isn't as temporary or fleeting as she once thought it was; perhaps there is hope for them both after all. And if there is, maybe - just maybe - they can find happiness together, despite the dark and twisted paths that led them here.

I was thinking about maybe going to the park this afternoon, if you'd like to come along. Or we could just stay here and play some more games or watch a movie or something. Whatever you feel like doing really. She pauses, noticing the slightly disappointed look on his face at her mention of leaving the house. Well, if you'd rather me stick around here today...I mean, I can always find something to do while you're at school too. There's no rush for us to be together all the time, right?

Well, in that case, the park it is! We can have a picnic or something, if you like. And we can take turns on the swings too - I haven't been on one of those since...well, since before you were even born, actually. It should be fun! She grins eagerly at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

Eager to make the most of their day together, she begins to clear away their dishes so they can focus on getting ready for their outing. There's a lightness in her step that she hasn't felt in years; an almost childlike giddiness at the prospect of spending time with Joxs and simply enjoying herself without worry or guilt weighing down her every movement. For now, all that matters is being here with him - cherishing this brief moment of happiness before whatever comes next.

She finishes cleaning up the kitchen and turns to him with a playful smile, "So, ready for some outdoor fun?" Her voice is light and cheerful, her entire demeanor radiating happiness and excitement. It's contagious; he can feel his mood lift in response. Without waiting for an answer, she hurries off to get changed into something more suitable for their outing - a sundress that flows with the breeze and makes her feel almost carefree.

When she emerges from her bedroom a few minutes later, Joxs' breath catches in his throat; she looks absolutely stunning. The feeling is simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying; he doesn't want to ruin this moment with any awkwardness or missteps. With renewed determination, he squares his shoulders and follows her lead, grabbing a sweater that makes him feel comfortable and casual in