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javierpena-inatacvest · 1 year ago

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It’s never too late idea: Javi picks you up from work one day (or anything to get him back to the school) and realizes you teach in his moms old classroom. He could tell you all his childhood memories from that room. Too cute!!

NON. I have been dying to do this bc I am in my back to school feels and this literally made me cry. This is the cutest idea 😭🥺

The Mouse and The Motorcycle

Summary: Javi offers to help you unpack your classroom before school starts after getting moved to a different room over the summer. Little does he know, the room is one he's already very well acquainted with.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Just some good, old fashioned fluffy, fluffy, fluff!! asshole rodents (?? bahahah), mentions of grief/loss of a parent, really none, this is just all cute🥹

Javi still hadn’t quite gotten over the surreal feeling of pulling up to Alma Pierce Elementary School. Before he’d met you, he didn’t have enough fingers or toes to count the amount of times he had visited the elementary his mother worked at for her entire teaching career before she had gotten sick. It was a place he thought he’d never visit again after she had passed, much less frequent. But since the day he quite literally bumped into you in the Alma Pierce gymnasium, Javi had found himself back at the elementary school more times than he could have imagined. The remembrance of a place that once made him feel hurt and pain for the things he had lost, now replaced by the joy and comfort of watching his wife carry on the memory of his mom teaching at the very same school in the same grade.

Although you had insisted that Javi didn’t need to help, you knew damn well that was an argument you had no chance of winning. After the school had moved some staff to new positions around the building, your principal had to give you the unfortunate notice that you needed to change classrooms with only a week before school. You had been pulling close to 12 hour days for the past week, and Javi could tell how absolutely exhausted you were. Never needing to find an excuse to spend more time with you, he had offered to come in and help with whatever you needed to set up for the start of the school year, reminding your type A personality that he had been a part of helping his mom set up her classroom every year from the time he could walk.

As Javi stepped into the main office, he found Señora Gutierez, the same Secretary who had been there since what seemed like the dawn of time. “Hey, Señora.” Javi smiled, signing in at the front desk, giving her a wave.

“Hola, Javier, mi ducle niño. Qué estás haciendo aquí? (Hello, Javier, my sweet boy. What are you doing here?)” she grinned as she rushed over to Javi, wrapping him in a hug and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Coming to help my wife set up. I know she got moved to a new room and she’s been working like crazy to finish everything before next week. Plus it’s a good excuse to see her.”

“Dios mio, your wife! I keep forgetting you two got married this summer, congratulations, mijo, I am so happy for the two of you. She is a lucky woman.” She winked, giving Javi a playful swat against his arm as the two of them laughed. Javi rolled the gold band on his finger, smiling at the sight.

“Gracias, Señora. I don’t know about that, but I definitely am a lucky man, I can tell you that. What’s the room she’s in now?” Señora’s face lit up, a mischievous look growing across her face.

“I think you’ll have no problem finding it Javier. Room 106.” Javi stared at her in shock. He paused for a moment, making sure that he had heard her correctly.

“Wait, room 106 like-“

“Mmmhmmmm.” She beamed, cutting Javi off mid-sentence. “I don’t think you need directions. No go, your wife is waiting for you.”

Señora was right. There were few places in Alma Pierce Elementary School that Javi knew better than room 106. It was his childhood home away from home, his afternoon sanctuary, and his late summer hangout. Room 106 was Lucia Peña’s classroom from the day she had started teaching until the day she had passed. Javi couldn’t remember the last time that he had been inside that classroom, but taking the walk down the all too familiar West Wing hallway, he couldn’t help but wish for just a few more special moments there with her like the ones from all those years ago. The strangest thing about it, was that even after all those years, as he took his final strides to the door, Javi couldn’t help but smile at the fact that there was one thing that remained as a comforting similarity.

“Mrs. Peña” was still written above the door.

As Javi opened the door to the classroom, he was greeted by the sounds of heavy grunting and swearing as he watched you shove your entire bodyweight against a bookshelf twice your size, trying to push it across the floor. Immediately, Javi set down his food, rushing his way over to you, knowing that you’d let that damn bookcase fall on top of you before admitting defeat.

“Jesus, Hermosa, why are you doing this alone? You’re gonna hurt yourself.” He sighed, pulling you away from the shelf as you caught your breath.

“Hi, nice to see you too.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, laughing through your labored pants before pressing up to give him a kiss. “Well, the office said the movers aren’t coming for another 3 days, and I have shit I need to put on these shelves, and it’s not doing me any good just sitting in the middle of my room. It’s not that bad, I moved it from over there.” You pointed to a crowded spot a few feet away from you, stacked with other desks and shelves.

“Yeah? And how long’d that take you?” He smirked, never surprised by your stubbornness to accomplish whatever it was you wanted done.

“.... 30 minutes.” You grumbled, looking away at the ground, knowing how much shit Javi was going to give you for spending all that time trying to push a stupid shelf. “And before you say anything, it’s heavier than it looks, okay?”

“I’m sure it is. You gonna let me help you, or are you gonna be too stubborn and fight with that shelf for another 30 minutes, Mrs. Peña?” Javi smirked, both at his sarcastic jab, and the way he couldn’t help but beam every time he said your new last name.

“God, it’s still so weird to hear, but I love it. I guess I’m gonna have to get used to hearing Mrs. Peña from little 8 year old voices all day long now, aren’t I? You laughed, sitting yourself on top of one of the desks that still needed to be rearranged, grinning at Javi as he stood in front of you.

“Believe it or not, you are not the first Mrs. Peña to ever hear your name all day in this room.” Javi’s voice trailed as he looked around the room, the comfort of the all too familiar space washing over him. You cocked your head to the side, scrunching your brow in confusion as you tried to process what Javi was trying to say, until it hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Woah… Wait… Do you mean that-”

“This was my mom’s old room. The whole time she taught here.” The smile on his face shared a mixture of joy and sorrow, knowing how happy it would have made his mother to know he had found a woman she loved, much less a wonderful teacher, now filling the shoes of the same role she had taken on before she passed.

“You’re being serious?” You raised your eyebrows at him, looking for confirmation, and that he wasn’t just pulling your leg.

“I spent every day after school here from Kindergarten until 5th grade, and then was here every summer to help her set up for the school year, even though it ended up with me just mostly trying to fix the copier after I kept jamming it.”

“Truth be told, it’s probably still the same copier that’s here now. If it makes you feel any better, I did legitimately kick it out of anger the other day.” The both of you snickered, the image of you in a fist fight with the copy machine making Javi shake his head. “Is it the same as you remember it? The room?” You asked gently, as Javi wandered, peeking over piles of book shelves and desks that needed to be unstacked, almost as if he was looking for something.

“A lot of it, yeah. Fuck, I wonder if he’s still here, or they finally fixed it…” He muttered under his breath, now crouching down and opening up one of your cabinet doors.

“What are you talking about?” You prodded, watching Javi dig through the back of the shelves inside.

“Fuck, of course they didn’t. he’s gotta be fucking dead by now…” Javi continued huffing under his breath before grunting as he stood back up, closing the doors behind him.

“I’m sorry, did you say he has to be dead by now? Should I be calling the Ghostbusters for some sort of treatment plan?” The look on your face was now genuine concern, truly hoping to not find anything alive, or worse case, dead in your new space.

“Fucking Ralph.”

“Javi, who the fuck is Ralph?”

“Ralph. The mouse. No matter how many times my mom told them about that damn hole in the cabinet or if we tried to fix it, he always found a way back in here…” Javi grumbled, looking around the room as if to try and find some sort of solution stacked between your unpacked boxes and furniture.

“... You’re telling me there’s a mouse named Ralph that lives in my room? Okay first of all, Javi, that thing has to be dead, there’s no way a single mouse can live that long. And second, why the hell did you name it Ralph? Third… Is it at least a nice mouse, or is it an asshole? Because I can tolerate a pleasant rodent, and I will provide cheese as a peace offering if need be.” You weren’t really sure whether to laugh, cry, or find some sort of weapon to prepare yourself for your new mouse battle.

“Oh he’s an asshole, alright. I swear to God, he took one of my whole sandwiches one day after school. I know for a fact it’s the same one, he’s got a chunk of his left ear missing and that bastard’s smart as hell.”

“Javi… I hate to break the news to you, but you sound like a literal crazy person. I’m sure me and this mouse will be okay. You still haven’t told me why his name is Ralph, you psycho.” You were now on the brink of full blown hysterics watching Javi so distressed about such a tiny creature. Javi held his hands up in defense from your acquisition, shrugging his arms before folding them across his chest.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t come crying to me when a goddamn mouse steals your lunch. And Ralph because of the Mouse and the Motorcycle. It was my favorite book as a kid, first one I ever remember reading on my own. Me and my mom read it so many times, and I’m pretty sure at one point she had to get a new copy because I wore hers out. We always joked that the mouse in her class had to be Ralph. Kinda stupid now, saying it out loud, I guess…” His eyes shifted towards the floor, staring down at his feet, toes tapping against the linoleum.

“Javi… That’s not stupid at all, that’s actually the sweetest thing ever. It is a great book, I should read it to my class this year, carry on the legacy of the old ass Ralph that still lives here, apparently.” You pushed yourself up off the desk, walking your way over to Javi, wrapping your arms around his waist, caging your chest against his. “And to carry on the legacy of your mom, because there isn’t a day that goes by that I wish I could have met her, and thank her for raising the sweet, mouse crazed man that is my husband.” You both giggled as Javi pressed a soft kiss into the top of your head, pulling you closer to him.

“She would have loved you so much, Osita. I’m sure there’s no one else that she’d rather have in her room but you.” He paused for a moment, leaning his head against yours, letting a deep breath rise in his chest, the pain and sadness exhaled out as it fell. “But if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that she would be pissed at me for not offering you food as soon as I got here, knowing how hard you’ve been working all day. Here.” He reached down, pickup up the to-go bag and handing it off to you.

“Thank you, Javi. Better get to work on these sandwiches… Wouldn’t want Ralph to get to them first.”

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