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Soren turned to me and smirked, he opened his mouth to say something when Azalea hit him upside the head. "Ow, Az, you cant do that! I'm your student." I furrowed my brows at him, he says that she can't hit him, but then has a nickname for her? "You're my godson, I have very fair rights over you. However, you trying to hit on Alice is not permitted." Soren sighed and walked over to the fridge, grabbing out a yoghurt. He found a spoon and started eating.

I raised my eyebrows at him, "You think that you can just waltz in here, and start eating food that's not yours?" I asked, slightly pissed off, but Soren waves me off in annoyance. "Believe me sunshine, I would've found better food than this if Az had given me any of her damn tortillas!" Azalea roller her eyes, "So now it's my fault you ate all of the food at your mom's!" The tips of Soren's ears went bright red before he looked down to his yoghurt. "You know, if you and Santiago would leave my love life alone, I would have had Alice already."

I glared at him as Azalea threw a wet cloth at Soren's head. "At least your daughters do not subject me to this abuse!" He protested, with a playful glint in his eyes. "Yes, that's because Santiago teaches them to be kind and considerate to anybody. Even Argentinian Pricks like you." Soren looked offended before finishing his yoghurt and throwing his spoon in the sink and his carton in the recycling.

"That would be considered racist if you weren't actually a latina yourself." Azalea sent him an icy glare. "Anyway, for this reason I'm actually here. Azalea, my mother has invited you and your family to stay with us at her villa in Spain in the summer. Maria too." Azalea gave him a small smirk. "I knew there was a reason I liked your mom." Soren squinted his eyes at her. "I thought it was because she was the only other Latina woman in the immediate vicinity."

Azalea pursed her lips and continued to glare at him. "Tell her yes, and she'll regret it once she realises how desperate mi Madre is for a 'semana relajante lejos de responsabilidades' . And she's damn retired." Soren and Azalea laughed for a moment before we heard footsteps coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Ey! Soren my boy, thank your mother for the summer invite" Soren smiled at Santiago and nodded. "Will do Santi" Soren turned to me and smirked, "So, what about that date-" He was cut off by Azalea hitting him upside the head.

"Hey! What did I just say?!" Soren pouted, "But Az-!" She glared at him and went upstairs. Santiago grabbed a tortilla from the plate and started loading it up with different fillings. "I do not know how you cope with her Santi" Soren said, sighing and leaning his head back on his chair, smirking to himself. "There's nothing to complain about until she's pregnant, then, she's throwing everything at your face, you're ducking for cover, and nearly every word that comes out of her mouth is in rapid Spanish. Do not expect English or anything rational for that matter" Soren laughed and grabbed his car keys to leave when Azalea came back into the room.

She grabbed a tortilla and launched it at Soren's face. The whole thing covered the front of his head, before he gained his sense and started trying to get the tortilla off of his face with the brilliant method of eating it. He eventually did it and gave Azalea a lopsided grin. "Thanks for the tortilla!" Azalea's face hardened, as Soren opened the door to leave, she started yelling at him.

"Piss off, you Argentinian Prick!"