For the prompts - Motion Practice Amy Jiminez + America Chavez? Sorry if this is too vague I just want Amy to have other Latinas in her life you know?
“Think your kid sister’d be into Fiesta Latina?”
America thinks about the question about eight hundred times before she says it, blurting it out while she, Kate, Cassie, and Teddy are all doing homework in the park. Well, okay, those three are working on homework; America finished most of hers in detention (because she’d threatened a kid for threatening another kid—look, her school’s kind of a shit hole, it’s better if you don’t know the details), so she’s mostly chewing gum and screwing around on her cell phone.
Cassie and Kate exchange those weird best-friend looks they get some times, and Teddy blinks. “My kid sister?” he asks.
America rolls her eyes. “No. Kate and Cassie’s kid sisters. You know, the ones they don’t have.” Teddy pulls a face at her tone—‘cause it’s maybe not as nice as it could be—and America flicks her hair out of her face. “Look,” she says before the conversation spirals totally out of her control, “it’s a huge three-day party full of people who speak the language and eat the food. There’s dancing and bands, and the moms are always telling me to bring my friends. But since you’re all so white you glow in the dark—” And they all look at their hands when she says it, nice. “—I figured maybe we’d throw in a tiny brown buffer.”
Next to her, Kate smirks. “You sure this isn’t about how Amy always wants to play with your hair?” she asks.
“Or how you speak Spanish to her every time you come over?” Teddy adds.
Cassie grins. “Or that secret Latina handshake you two spent an hour and a half—”
America throws up her hands. “You know what? Forget I said anything.”
Except a week later, when she’s hanging out at Teddy’s with the rest of the usual suspects, his cute little kid sister with the crazy curls and the grin like sunshine sits down right next to her on the couch. “Will you take me to the Latin Party?” she asks.
America narrows her eyes. “Who ran that through google translate and then told you to tell me about it?”
The kid blushes and stares at her feet. “Teddy.”
America heaves a sigh. “You’re lucky you’re cute, hermanita,” she says, and Amy beams.