The Miracle Clinic

Burrito Bistro; it’s a small sit-down Mexican restaurant located on the north side where the food is great and the wait is practically nonexistent. Not too many people know about the place but those who do tend to go there often.

Or at least that was the case a few months ago, but as the first four members of The Miracle Clinic enter the restaurant, they come to find it absolutely packed with patrons.

“Damn it our booth’s taken,” Alex sighs as he sees a family of four sitting in the spot the group always used to sit at, “Guess we’ll take the tables.”

“Those are all taken too,” Ronnie points as a group of teens excitedly await their meal.

“Why are they so excited?” Marcus questions while Elizabeth shrugs.

The group of teens squeals in excitement as the doors to the kitchen. The person who enters the lobby is a 17-year-old man with white skin, dark eyes, black earrings, and wavy dyed blonde hair with black highlights. He’s wearing a black crewneck sweatshirt under a green apron, washed-out blue jeans, and black non-slip shoes. The man’s name is Mesto-Presto, and he’s one of the two employees at this place.

“Oh my god, it’s him!” One of the teens shakes in anticipation.

“What’s your skincare routine I gotta know!” Another asks him.

“I just use lavender shampoo and conditioner,” Mesto awkwardly remarks before he sets down the plate of nachos on their table, “I hope you enjoy the meal, I made it myself!~”

Several of the teens start taking pictures of the food while Elizabeth, Alex, Ronnie, and Marcus stare at Mesto. Mesto finally spots them and the two parties stare at one another.

“The usual?” Mesto asks in a much more casual tone.

“The usual,” Ronnie responds.

THE MIRACLE CLINIC: SEASON 2

Mesto sets a bowl of tortilla chips with some salsa down on an uneven wobbly table in the far corner of the restaurant. The four seated there are Marcus, Ronnie, Alex, & Elizabeth.

“Enjoy,” Mesto remarks in his customer service voice before switching to his regular voice, “I haven’t seen you guys here in a while.”

“Yeah seems like a lot changed,” Ronnie states, “How’d the place get so fucking popular?”

“Mister Garcia opened up a Ninstagram page for the place,” Mesto states, “we haven’t had this many customers since Griffon used to work here.”

“Really glad to see you two bounce back up after what went down with Club Azure,” Marcus states.

“Y’know bub,” Alex begins to suggest as he stuffs his face with some chips and salsa, “If the money ever gets tight and the place becomes less popular, I heard you could make a killing off of child support.”

Ronnie, Marcus, Mesto, and Elizabeth glance at Alex.

“What?! If it works, it works,” Alex defends.

“Thanks but no thanks,” Mesto remarks.

The reason Alex mentioned child support is because Mesto actually has children, two twins by the name of Landon & Avery. They found out about it around the start of the year but that still hasn’t changed the club’s avid support of the restaurant nor did it change their friendship with the young restaurant worker. If anything it made them closer.

“You got any pictures of them?” Elizabeth asks excitedly.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Mesto hands her his phone and the two begin to look through the photos of his kids. There’s a picture of Landon watching TV, another of Avery having a tea party with her stuffed animals and Mesto, a picture of Mesto giving them a piggyback ride, and another of the two toddlers walking.

“THEY CAN WALK NOW?!” Elizabeth squeals in surprise.

“I know, they’ve also finally said their first words,” Mesto states proudly, “Landon’s was ‘dada’.”

“Aw,” Elizabeth sighs in delight.

“Avery’s was ‘poo poo head’,” Mesto states ashamed.

“Aw,” Elizabeth sighs in slight disgust.

“You wanna see some other baby pics?” Alex asks as he takes out his phone, “My baby cousin Lil Juan crawled across the whole house the other day!”

“Your cousin’s name is Little One?” Mesto questions.

“No, it’s Lil Juan.”

“Yeah that’s what I said, Little One.”

“No Lil Juan, JUAN,” Alex insists.

“Oh right, my bad,” Mesto apologizes.

Elizabeth hands Mesto’s phone to Marcus and he swipes through the gallery until he spots an interesting photo.

“Oh ho and what do we have here?” Marcus smugly declares as he hands Mesto the phone.

The image Marcus swiped to is of his two kids, Landon and Avery, sleeping on a couch next to Ivory Dutchingson. Ivory is a now senior at Seastar High who has white skin, brunette hair in a long braid, green eyes, and is wearing a friendship bracelet. She’s also the mother to Mesto’s kids.

“We’re just friends,” Mesto defends.

“Oh really?” Ronnie teases, “Then why are you blushing?”

“I’m not blushing,” Mesto states.

“Sure you aren’t,” Ronnie remarks before he gets a bright idea, “Hey I know! We have a homecoming dance with Seastar High this weekend, Ivory’s probably gonna be there. So why not come with and woo her over with your sick dance moves.”

“I’m flattered,” Mesto remarks, “But I’m a dropout, I don’t think they’d just allow me to waltz on in.”

“You could be our plus one,” Marcus suggests before adding, “And hey, if you still went to school then this would be the last homecoming you got! Don’t you want to go?”

“Marcus, the last homecoming I went to was in September of my freshman year,” Mesto explains.

“And?” Marcus asks.

“My children were born in June at the end of my freshman year,” Mesto explains.

“Oh,” Marcus realizes before questioning, “Wait really?!”

Mesto nods.

“Damn,” Marcus remarks.

“Okay well uh- I don’t really know what to say to that,” Elizabeth blushes out of embarrassment.

“I don’t get it,” Alex affirms.

Ignoring Alex, Ronnie suggests, “Listen enough of what you did in the past, what do you want to do now? Do you really want to spend what could be the last big dance doing dishes?”

Mesto thinks about it and affirms, “Yeah that sounds like a good night to me. Plus I’d be able to spend time with my kids afterward. A night like that is all I could want, and it’ll take a lot of convincing for me to believe otherwise.”

Ronnie sighs, “You aren’t going to come to the dance?”

“Nope,” Mesto responds, “And it’ll take a lot of convincing for me to so much as entertain the idea.”

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The next day at the Dawnbreak Dance Studio, Zesti Champion and Casey Burns look impressed at someone who’s able to do a perfect tango. That person being Mesto-Presto. Every dance partner he’s with is easily carried through the movements regardless of whether they are good at dancing or not.

“Who’s that person and how’d you bring them here?” Miss Champion asks Ronnie. “Does he need a job?”

“He’s just a restaurant worker,” Ronnie remarks, “And he agreed to do this after I promised to actually tip him.”

Mesto finishes his dance with Carl Kim and asks, “So who else needs to know how to dance?”

Miss Champion steps up and remarks, “Today we’re gonna learn how to dance with partners, Casey and I will give out pointers when needed.”

“I will?” Casey asks only to get elbowed by Miss Champion, “Yeah I will.”

And so as the day continued on, the dance skills of everyone there began to improve more and more until they were all ready for the big day.

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Or at the very least, their dance skills are. Because there was still one key component to a dance that the group had forgotten about. One that Ronnie would soon get reminded of as he entered his home.

“Mom, I'm home!” Ronnie yells as he sets his backpack down by the front door.

“Hey, Ronnie!” Misses Sally Everst yells from the kitchen, “You better not have set your backpack down by the door again!”

“I'm a sophomore now mom, I don't do that anymore!” Ronnie lies as he picks up his backpack again.

Ronnie walks towards the kitchen and starts to ask, “Hey I wanted to know what’s for dinn-”

However, Ronnie wouldn’t be able to finish asking his question as a familiar face would be standing in the kitchen. The person in the kitchen is a tall man with dark black skin, a bald head with a short black bead, a chiseled jawline, and a gold ring on his finger with the letters ‘MSA’ engraved onto it. The man is also wearing a gold chain around his neck, a tight-fitting gray t-shirt, blue jeans, and expensive-looking socks. The man was none other than Ronnie’s uncle, Ryan Everst, the president of the fashion company ‘Moon Shadow Affiliate’.

“Hey Ronnie good to see you,” Ryan remarks as he gives him a hug.

“H-hey Uncle Ryan,” Ronnie questions nervously, “What are you doing here?”

“What, is it a crime for me to see my favorite nephew?” Ryan questions.

Sally interjects by adding, “Don’t forget about what we agreed about.”

“Right right,” Ryan remarks as he clears his throat, “Now your mother here told me that you have a dance coming up.”

“Uh yeah,” Ronnie confirms.

“And I can’t let my favorite nephew and his friends be caught wearing awful outfits now can I?” Ryan asks.

“I mean you can,” Ronnie responds.

“Yeah I could,” Ryan begins to say before adding, “Or I could let you and your friends try out some outfits from our upcoming collection.”

Ronnie’s eyes widen in shock.

“It’ll be free of charge too,” Ryan remarks before saying, “The choice is yours, Ronnie. Do you want to dress to impress or not?”

See You Next Chapter!~