Chapter 1

Tacito has been having trouble with the local bullies and it has only been getting worse, but he hopes he'll be able to get some ghostly wisdom from his deceased relatives during the Day of the Dead. However, little Tacito may get more than he bargains for after his relatives tell him the proper way to deal with his bullies.

Here are just a few terms to note when reading, Grandmother=Abuela, Grandfather=Abuelo, Neito=grandson. I hope you enjoy and have a happy Halloween and Day of the Dead

It is the day of the dead and towns all around Mexico are gathering to celebrate the lives of their deceased loved ones. But just outside the state of Monterrey, close to the border sits a special little town, Anguardie. Named after the liquor (aguardiente) that the town produces year-round, and which flows like a river during the day of the dead. And little wonder, something about the town made the day of the dead celebrations like no other.

On the evening of that special day, the spirits of deceased loved ones weren't simply represented by sweatshop skull decorations. They actually came back to share, reminisce, sit awkwardly with inlaws and do everything a family celebration entails as if they never died. One certain boy, Tacitio Santonio has recently reached the legal drinking age and can fully participate in the festivities instead of being forced to sit at the kid's table. Even more than getting hilariously drunk though, he had a desire to chat with his grandparents, Andres and Isabella, who'd died in a tragic livestock accident that took the lives of 7 other people. This year, he'd finally get to see them again, but not in a million years could Tacito predict what they would be telling him on this festive evening.

Tacito was a young man, but he looked more like a boy. Only about 5'2", he had short spiky black hair, a rather soft boyish face with blue eyes, pouty lips, and a rather skinny body. Tacito had spent his entire teens trying to flex in the mirror, expecting puberty to help "bulk him up". Though he was far from a beefcake, he'd at least toned his body from weekly workouts. He even tried to wear tighter clothes once to show off his physique for the girls, but no girls noticed and the boys only teased him for it. Look wise Tacito was basically a teenager, and his soft voice wouldn't convince you otherwise, but Tacito definitely would if he suspected you thought differently. The little brown chihuahua would constantly defend his "masculinity" from any assailment and not even his Mama was free from his whining, as you are about to read.

-November 1st-

"Mooommaaa, why do I need to hold your hand when we're outside?" Tacito cried, looking up at his mother who was a full foot taller, even though he was already 18.

Maria looked down at her son and covered her mouth giggling, "Hee-hee, why are you pouting Tacito. Embarrassed to be seen outside with your Mama?"

"Nooooo, but!" Tacito blushed and looked away, "I just don't want to be thought of as a sissy and the other boys are laughing at me!!" Tacito turned to look at a mixed group of rowdy Black teens and Latina party girls who were looking over, snickering harder as his face grew more flush. "What would grandpa think of me? His only grandson is being laughed at for being a momma's boy."

Maria giggled harder, "Awwwe, dear don't be like that I'm sure those boys are just teasing you, hehehe." before leaning over and kissing his head, "I'm sure you'll be as manly as your grandpa very soon, but for now hold onto mommy's hand and keep her safe, okay?"

Tacito blushed harder before smiling, "Yes Mama." Tacito might still be embarrassed, but he wouldn't let the other boys' laughter keep him down. Particularly not with mama's encouraging words, that helped reassure she was laughing with him and not at him.

However, looking at the boys again distressed him, they were openly groping the girls. Tacito felt painfully jealous that those rowdy black boys got to squeeze a gaggle of Latina booties like stress balls, but reminded himself that tomorrow night was about to be the best night of his life.

Tacito was going to see his deceased Abuelos and funny "uncle" Jack again. He loved all 3 of them, despite often questioning Jack's presence. His uncle Jack appeared as just some negro friend of his Abuelos that always hung out at their place, but as his Abuela explained; "Jack is an important family friend and we want you to get along Neito." It took a bit, but Tacito warmed up to him.

In fact, Jack was almost like the Papi he never had. When his bike broke or there were problems with bullies he'd come to Jack, if he wanted to invite friends over for a sleepover it somehow felt right to ask his uncle, and he even got pony rides on his knee. Jack also gave them to his Mama for some reason, despite Tacito saying she was too old, but Jack just gave him sweets money without answering. And he'd happily leave his Mama to bounce on the unexplained, friendly black man.

However, Tacito was a man now and could not be easily swayed by sweet money. Even though he still looked like a child in comparison to his Mama, he would get answers about Vinny's past tomorrow night. Tacito promised himself this and pouted just a little bit harder as he held his Mama's hand.

So….

Eventually, Tacito finished shopping with his Mama and happily prepped the family hotel for the first night's festivities. It was an old 3 story brickwork building that had been in the family for ages and made a rather large profit hosting tourists year-round. He partied with the various tourists that populated the hotel and did his best to have fun, although a trio of bullies dancing with a quartet of Latina party girls put a constant damper on things, and there rather risque behavior, mad Tacito feel like he was in a strip club. This behavior peaked when they later occupied the hotel's hot tub.

When Tacito came over, he saw some of the girls bobbing their heads beneath the water which confused him, but Tacito persisted, asking "Could I please have a turn?", Then, this one awful boy called Tyrone said "Sure Tacito, but only if you wear one of your Mama's swimsuits. It suits you much better than those baggy shorts, hehe."

Tacito stormed off to his room in a huff and avoided the party atmosphere for the rest of the night. Instead choosing to peek at his bully group through the blinds while they enjoyed the hotel hot tub, seething at every moment they enjoyed themselves, but weirdly unable to look away. Tacito was so mad at stupid Tyrone , where does he get off talking to him like that? But Tacito decided he wasn't worth the trouble now. He would just fall asleep and in the morning ask his mighty Abuelo what he would do. Yes, Tacito knew his Abuelo's advice his problems would be gone as soon as the next day.