Mexican Hey Dudes Novels & Stories

He said to the people in front of them. Cameron approached them kinda nervous. “Cameron, please, greet my friends. They are from Mexico.” “Hola, ¿cómo estás?” One of the old man said. Cameron didn’t know how to answer. “Cameron, answer them.” “Oh! Y-yeah. Hello.” Everyone looked at each other. Didn’t Mr. Milan just said his granddaughter spoke three languages? “Cameron, they had asked you ‘how are you?’” Mr. Milan insisted.

He carried his phone and dialed a number. “Yo cuate” a voice in a noisy background said in Mexico for Derek to clear his throat. “ El amigo,” Derek called his friend in his native language which Spanish. “Bad man, you’ve forgotten your bro ehhh” the voice sounded for Derek to smile. “ cuate, I need your help brother, it’s very important” Derek said for him to hear the person leaving the noisy environment. “ what is it man, you now anything for little cuate” His friend said for Derek to smile.

This is my mess, I had to clean it myself ad does not involve anybody else, taking the vacuum cleaner, I started putting the house in order while having my Gramophone play Maroon 5’s Girls Like You. I woke up to the grumbling of my Stomach. Have I even had Breakfast? The time is 3 pm, the house is sparkling clean, I'm very hungry and there is nothing to eat! I decided to just order some food, go home and eat while watching N*****x. "Hey," "Hi," a guy said, his head bending over a book.

"Tell Bad loud makes it louder." "Alright! wait there." 'Loud makes it louder' was a coded statement Bad and I used it back in high school whenever I had to send someone to him to purchase weed. The person always returned with loud (weed) packaged secretly and sent to me. Most importantly, the statement meant that I wanted a type of weed made from 'loud dream strains'. HEY GUYS! DID YOU KNOW THAT AS OF 2020, TIJUANA-MEXICO REMAINS THE CITY WITH THE MOST CRIMES IN THE WORLD?

“You are one funny kid. How could you even tell that?” My brows raised, “The guy shaking he was looking at those people up there,” my chin pointed to a huddle of people. “They are a cartel, right? If I wasn’t mistaken of the tattoos that elaborately adorn their bodies, there are from Santa Muertos. Which only means my guy owes them something and concludes my deduction but the way he was tapping his right foot.” I mimicked the motion the guy was doing. One Two. One. Two.One. Two. “Made it clearer, he’s someone's sister’s or daughter’s husband!” My tone hitched.

" He asked the busy man. He was confused and he didn't understand what he was doing. "Chicken Enchiladas with Poblano Sauce." Elijah deadpanned and he couldn't help but laugh harder. "And you're supposed to do that by listening to the G****e lady's instructions through your phone?" Andrew couldn't believe his best friend, neither would he stop laughing. "That's exactly what I'm doing." He replied shooting him a stern look. "Alright superman, step aside let me take care of that for you-" "No." Elijah gave him that stare daring him to come any closer and pointing the knife at him.

Allison said “She will, we just have to apologize and tell her the truth,” Jayden said and his sibling scoffed at once. “What? I’m not apologizing “. Aubrey and Audrey muttered at once and Jayden shot them a deadly glare and they both rolled their eyes at him: “We are doing this for us, so we have got to cooperate, please,” Jayden said and they all nodded in response. “Yes Jefe” Addison said and they all burst into laughter. Jefe is Boss in Spanish, they remembered their grandma teaching them Spanish while they were still in New York but they just weren’t able to learn it because they find it difficult.

“Maldición,” “What?” Cassidy let her confusion leak through her voice as Dodge stifled a chuckle, he didn’t know Spanish too well but when he spent some time in the southwest, Dodge had picked up on a few things. “Need somethin’ kid?” Dodge smirked, his hand never leaving its position on Cassidy’s chin, in fact his thumb started to caress her porcelain chin, but neither one seemed to notice, or maybe they just did not care.

He shifts closer, cupping her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Hey," he whispers, his thumb rubbing circles over her knuckles. "Don’t cry, love. Please." His voice turns softer, almost childlike. "I know you're scared. Hell, I’m scared too... but I swear I’ll take care of you and our pups. You don’t have to worry about anything. I'm good with kids, you know?" He chuckles nervously, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I grew up with a bunch of siblings, and I know how to handle them. Trust me, I’ve got this."

“Welcome to his family. Dios mío, next he’ll want grandkids.” Dragon almost chokes on his coffee, “¡Mamá! We’re not even—” Marisol cuts him off, waving a spatula, “Callate (Shut up). Creole bikers, Mexican mechanics—we're a mixed soup now." Yelling in my direction, “¡Oye (Hey), Daniel! Since you’re familia, you get Sunday pozole (soup). But no boots on my table!" Grumbling from the grill, "I don’t need corn in my soup!"