"No, no, no!" yelled Celine Fumero. "No, this is not acceptable." She slowly nodded her head as her daughter, Josephine 'Josie', walked into the living room. Celina groaned as she put more dishes in the cabinets. "No, the wedding's in three days. You can't cancel..." Josie raised her eyebrow at her mother. She as about to sit on the couch when she noticed Alex hogging the whole thing, which made her roll her eyes before sitting on his legs. Alex automatically moved his legs up and placed them on her lap. Celina groaned as she ended the call, right when her best friend, Penelope, entered the house with a bunch of groceries in her arms. "Por qué la gente es tan estúpida? Tengo que hacer todo yo mismo?"

"What happened?" Penelope asked.

Celine gave her a look. "The florist canceled last minute. Is it really that hard to deliver a truckload of roses to the church?" She groaned again as she went over and grabbed a bag. Penelope's shoulder was hurting her, so Celine wanted to help. "Ahora la perra loca va a quejarse. Y quién lo va a escuchar? Yo." Celine tapped her daughter's foot. "Josie, wanna help?"

Josie nodded. "Sure. Anything that gets me away from Alex's constant leg shake."

Josie pushed Alex's feet off her. Alex knew she was there and he knew how much he bugs her, so it was his job to annoy her as much as possible...even though he doesn't want to admit the small crush he has.

"Speaking of..."Penelope started as she looked at her son, who was on the laptop with his headphones on. "Alex." Alex didn't move. "Alex, help."

"He can't hear you," Josie said as she handed her mom the grocery bag. "He's busy watching monkey's dance on ice."

Penelope licked her lips. "Ok." She reached into one of the bags and got the napkin roll out before throwing it at his head. Alex turned around and almost glared at his mother. "Papito, let's go. You know I got a bum shoulder. I need help over here."

Alex got up with his laptop on one hand. With the other hand, he picked up one bag and went towards the kitchen before handing Celine the bag. He turned around and resumed his position on the couch.

"Thank you. Next time, I'll Skype you," Penelope said sarcastically.

"He's so lazy," Josie complained, unknown to her that the video ended and Alex heard. Josie handed her mom the bags.

Celine tilted her daughter's chin. "I know." Then she bopped her nose. "But you're just as lazy when it comes to cleaning your room."

"What room? I have to share a room with my mom. That's not healthy."

Celine chuckled. "Just wait till I come out in my face mask at night if you keep talking to me like that." She turned her daughter towards the room. "Now go clean it like I told you." Josie sighed before she went to her shared room. Celine looked at her friend. "I can't thank you enough for letting me and Josie stay."

Penelope smiled at her. "Hey, you've been my friend since we were babies. You can stay as long as you want."

"I hope we're not invading your space."

"What? No. You could never do that. And I love Josie. She's like my other daughter."

"The one you should have," a strong accent said. The curtain from the living room opened. Penelope and Celine looked over when Penelope's mother, Lydia, stood there. She placed her hands on her hips. "We have a problem."

"I know. The hipsters have discovered Porto's. Line around the block is like the freakin' Apple Store now."

"Which is why Josie and I have Android," Celine said. Right on cue, her phone started to ring. Celine looked at the caller ID to see her client's name on the screen. Well, not her name. More like Puta with the devil emoji. "Ugh. Is she ever going to leave me alone?"

"How long until the wedding?" Penelope asked.

"Three days."

"If you can handle my mother for years, you can handle this chick for three days."

Celine scoffed. "Oh, please. I love your mother."

Penelope gave her a look. "You don't have to lie."

"Well, you rather have my mother?"

Penelope's mouth formed an 'o.' "Actually, you've got a point." Then the two single parents started to laugh.

"Mom!" the three mothers heard. Elena, Penelope's daughter, was running out of the room.

"Aye, here comes the headache," Lydia said as she rubs her temple. "I don't like her anymore. My goddaughter is my new daughter."

Elena placed her hands on her hips. "Ok, first off, Josie isn't your goddaughter. She's Mom's. And two, I don't care if you like me."

"Sounds like you're both on the same page," Penelope tried to lighten the mood.

"Lydia's mad Elena doesn't want to have a quinces!" Josie yelled from the room, shocking Penelope.

"What? Why? Celine already booked the room, and she found this great band!" She looked at her best friend. "Again, thanks for doing this."

"No problem. I didn't want to put Alex with an iPod and a playlist," Celine asked. "It was either him or the DJ. DJ works for free. He owes me a favor." Penelope raised her brow. "Ok, I owe him a date."

Someone's not going to be too happy about it, Penelope thought.

"I researched the history of quinceañeras and found out they're totally misogynistic," Elena argued.

Josie came out of the room. "That was your first mistake. You did weekend homework. Quinces are the greatest thing that happens once in your natural born life." She batted her eyelashes at her mother. "One I hope to get one day."

Celine shook her head. "Remember that deal we made?"

"Good grades equal party." Celine gave her a thumbs up.

Lydia motioned to Josie. "See, Josie wants a quince and she doesn't read. Why must you let Elena read?"

Penelope rolled her eyes. "I know, Mami. I let her do math, too. I'm a monster."

"By the way, they made me captain of the debate team today at school," Elena started, "but all she wants to talk about is this."

"That's great, Lena," Celine said.

Josie laid on the couch. "No, it's not. People are already calling her a loser, she's just digging her hole deeper."

"Hey, what did I say about calling people names? It's rude."

"But you and Penelope call each other names all the time."

"That's different. We're best friends." Josie rolled her eyes. "Keep rolling your eyes at me and see what happens."

"What? Are you going to take my phone away?"

"Worst...the wifi."

Josie shot up. "Ok. Sorry, Elena. It's great you've made captain."

"No, it's not," Lydia said. She looks at her daughter. "She has to have a quinces. How else will we know the day that our little girl becomes a woman?"

Elena gave her grandma a sarcastic smile. "You missed it. I was 12, I was in gym, and ironically, it happened in first period." Lydia closed her eyes and took a sharp breath in annoyance.

"You are throwing away your Cuban heritage."

"Yeah, the bad part. I don't want to be paraded around in front of the men of the village like a piece of property to be traded for two cows and a goat."

"Someone thinks they're worth a lot."

"How much am I worth, Lydia?" Josie asked with curiosity.

"Three cows, a goat...and maybe a chicken."

Penelope was fed up with the arguing. "What century do you two think you're in? I mean, Elena, relax. It's just a fun party. You know, I'll have a little too much wine, embarrass you while I sob during my toast, uh, Abuelita will dance inappropriately with one of your guy friends -"

"You can count on it!" Lydia promised as she shimmied her shoulders.

Celine furrowed her brows. "I don't think that's convincing her, guys. You're more like scarring her."

Elena nodded. "I'm not doing it." She looked at Celine. "Celine, can you please back me up? You didn't have a quinces."

"Uh," Celine started. She took her phone out. "Oh, would you look at that. I'm running late for my date."

Josie groaned. "Another one, Mom?"

Celine walked over and kissed her daughter on her head. "Yes, another one. Now, listen to Penelope while I'm gone and finish your homework." Josie gave her mom a thumbs up, but Celine didn't see the frown on her face. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Josie said sadly. Celine waved at the family before she left.

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Penelope glanced at her clock. It wasn't that late, but Celine hasn't messaged her about her date. Penelope was too anxious and wanted to know what happened, so she was cleaning while she waited. Until she heard her door knock. She folded the blanket before she went to answer. Maybe that was Celine. It wasn't.

"Schneider!" Penelope greeted. Schneider was leaning against the doorway with his tools box, sporting a mustache that curved to the tip. It looked really silly on him in Penelope's opinion. "Well, you grew out that mustache, huh?"

Schneider walked in, his eyes scanning the house. "Yeah, I finally took the plunge and went full handlebar. Feelin' really good about it." He looked down the hallway and didn't see Celine. "I feel like it says, 'I mean business.'"

"Yes, if your business is taming lions," Penelope said. Schneider looked in the kitchen. "Celine isn't here. If she was she would said you're 40 and you look stupid."

Schneider's cheeks tinted. "Celine? Who said I was looking for Cel -" Penelope raised her brow. "Do you really think she'll call my mustache stupid?"

"Oh, yeah."

He sighed. "I knew it!" Schneider ripped the fake mustache off.

Penelope started to laugh. "What? Is...that's fake?"

"Yeah, I'm not gonna grow a real one until I know if Celine likes it," he said as they go to the kitchen. "And I'll have you know, I was invited to several pride parades."

Penelope tried not to laugh. "Please tell me you're here to fix my sink."

"Yeah, fine!" Schneider placed his tools on the table and unrolled them.

"Ooh, that's a cool hammer," Penelope said as she tried to grab the hammer, only for Schneider to slap her hand away.

"Uh, careful. That's very expensive Damascus steel."

"Ah, so we've got two fancy tools up in here." Scheider gave her a look before he started to pack up. "No, come on. Come on! No. You know you're the only non-Latino I trust to fix stuff." She cringed about how bad it sounds. "Oh, is that racist? Oh, who cares, it's just us." Then Schneider attempted to say something in Spanish, making Penelope cringe. "Yeah, don't do that."

"I regretted it as soon as I said it," he said as Celine finally arrived home. "It's no problem. I can get that done by tonight. Maybe after dinner. What's your mom cookin'?"

"You've really been eating here a lot lately."

"Everyday for the past two weeks," Celine said, making herself known. Penelope looked back to see her friend in her work clothes. Really professional with that hint of sexiness she tries for the clients, at least that's what her boss tells her to wear.

"Now, I know why," Penelope said as she noticed Schneider not taking his gaze off her friend.

"Yeah, I like it, too," he said with a goofy grin in a dream-like state. He saw the smirk Penelope had on her face and cleared his throat. "Can you believe it's only been 10 months since you moved in? I remember 'cause I got my five-year sober chip and your mom baked me that cake." And three weeks, two days, and seven hours since Celine and Josie moved in, not that he was keeping track. "And Celine was wearing that amazing red dress..." Then his eyes widen when he almost blew his cover, "I think it was red. It could have been silver or blue."

Celine started to laugh. "You've got it right the first time." She went over and gave Schneider a side hug. "I'm sorry it was a rum cake."

"I enjoyed watching you guys eat it."

"Some more than others," Penelope teased under her breath as Celine was oblivious to Schneider's crush.

Celine gave her friend an apologetic look when she pulled away from Schneider. "I'm sorry I didn't call you. I know how much you wanted to know about -"

"Your date," Penelope finished. Schneider's chest ached. "How did it go? You didn't come home last night."

"I know. The date was going great. He took me out to this nice restaurant. We started talking. I go to the bathroom for five minutes. When I come out I could see the pendejo flirting with the waitress before giving her his number."

"What?"

Celine nodded. "I know. I grabbed the wine and dumped it on his head."

"That's great!" Schneider said happily. Sure, he's been on dates with girls but he couldn't help but wish they were Celine. When he hears that her guys were duds, it gives him hope that maybe she'll agree to go out with him one day. Penelope and Celine gave him a confused look. "I mean, what happened was horrible. It's great that you dumped wine on him. But if you need anything, I'll be there."

Celine went over and kissed Schneider on the forehead. "Thanks, Schneider."

Then Celine went around them and left to her room. Schneider had that lopsided grin on his face as he watches Celine leave. Which faded when he saw Penelope's grin.

"What?" he asked.

She chuckled. "Schneider, I know you've been in love with Celine since we moved in."

"What?" Schneider scoffed. "I don't lo -" Penelope raised her brow. "Ok, I do."

"So...when are you going to ask her out?"

"What? I can't just ask her out. You've seen her. She's beautiful, sexy, amazing, a great mother, really funny, caring. She's not going to say yes to me. And besides, she's your best friend. Wouldn't it be weird?"

Penelope shook her head. "Schneider, if anything, I want you to date her. All these bobos she's been seeing only let her down. They're not right for her. They're not crazy about her like you are and Josie loves you. The way I see it, you're perfect for Celine."

Schneider sighed. "I don't know. I don't want to ruin what we have. If she says no it'll be weird coming over here."

"It's Celine, Schneider. She won't make it weird."

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A/N: Yes, another story made by me. But I'm only going to continue this story base on your comments. Thumbs up if you believe I should continue. Thumbs down if no. Otherwise, don't be afraid to comment anything else and let's see where this story leaves us.