Lonely, working myself to death, and balls deep in wedding planning, my high school peer returns to town to put the cherry on top of my burnt out sundae. He's more charming than ever, but not in a million years would I say that out loud, since mostly because he still smells potently of weed. Warnings: Heavy use and mention of weed and alcohol. Language. Sex. Gerita.

Catholic school. The American suburbs. 1952. A family of five under one roof: mother, father, two sons, and a grandfather. Faith was floating around, and the twins chased it as to not disappoint their father. But turmoil and tears make their way to the surface as Lovino get distracted from his chase to God. A distraction that spoke Spanish and smelled like paper.