- Hello?
Repeat something sharp on the other side.
May: It's me Samuel.
Samuel: Ah, did you come?
May: Yes, I just came in. Where are you?
Samuel: Where am I going to be?
He says something ironic and I feel stupid noticing the incoherence of my question.
May: Do you want me to go? Might…
Samuel (interrupts): No (voices are heard from the other side). I can't speak right now, sorry.
He cuts without even being able to answer him.
- That boy was very ugly.
Mine: Oh, yeah, that's disgusting. And did you see that ...
A knock on the door silenced her. I huff and get off the bed, heading for the door and yanking it open.
May: What?
- Can you go out and close for a second?
He says softly and I obey.
May: Talk about I'm in a hurry.
Oliver: Girl talk?
May: And what is it going to be about? Man talk?
Oliver: Uff, you are with your attacks of madness from what I see so I get to the point.
I raise my eyebrows.
Oliver: Did you already?
May: Do what?
Oliver: What you said you were going to do.
May: Oh god, let me breathe.
Oliver: Did you or didn't you?
May: No.
Oliver: Well, do it.
May: I already told you I'm going to do it, go away.
He stays still as if nothing happened.
May: Now?
Oliver: Right.
May: We arrived today, give me time.
Oliver: No. Do it now.
May: You are sick.
I go back inside and slam the door in his face.
Mine: Who was it?
May: The king of morons, who is it going to be?
Mia (laughs): I came here because I wanted to tell you something.
He says, patting the surface of the bed gently. I smile and move closer, settling in front of her.
May: Well, first I have to ...
Mia (interrupts me): Oh, you don't know!
May: Stop silly, I have to tell you something about my brother ...
Mia (interrupts me again): I was with Pablo.
May: WHAT? When?
I ask with a surprised expression on my face, while she just limits herself to smiling.
Mine: Friday.
May: I didn't know you liked Pablo (I hit him on the leg).
Mia: I didn't know either.
I raise my eyebrows again and begin to accept that I am getting used to it.
Mia: Let's say he was a little ... (he signs, as if drinking from a transparent glass).
May: Did you sleep with Pablo when he was drunk?
I question in a reproachful tone and, for a moment I see myself adopting the role of his mother and not his friend.
Mine: It was not so.
May: But did you see each other after that?
Mine: Every day.
He smiles, pointing his eyes to a fixed point on the bed, as if replaying the images of old memories in his mind. When she looks up, I think I notice her somewhat excited. I hug her and feel her release all the air that she had accumulated up to that moment.
Mine: I swear I was never so happy.
She comments clinging to my shoulder even more and even though I know I should be happy for her too, I can't help but worry about myself.
Mine: What were you going to tell me?
He asks after we part, with a wide smile on his lips.
May: Nothing, it doesn't matter.
I don't see my brother for the rest of the day. Mia, for her part, is staying for dinner. I take advantage of this family reunion moment to ask my mother about Oliver's whereabouts and she says he went out with friends. Mr. Chupamedias having a social life? This is something new and I have to admit it. Whatever it is, it doesn't appear, which is great for me.
I fire Mia shortly after dinner after not having convinced her to stay the night and go up to my room, leaving my parents in the kitchen. I take a shower and find myself getting things ready for college for the other morning when noises attract my attention. I put the small backpack in its place and open the balcony door. I see the doorman opening the huge gates, which seems strange at this time of night, but noticing the black vehicle entering the cobblestone road, everything makes sense.
I grin from ear to ear and bolt inward, leaving open the glass door that separates the balcony from the rest of the room. When I go down I run into Luisa, who smiles when she sees me and goes upstairs.
When I approach the car he is standing next to the driver's seat that he always occupies, with his head down. He closes the door and turns around, bumping into me.
Samuel: Sorry for not coming earlier, it's that ... Mom is serious and ...
I feel the stab of pain in his voice.
May: You don't need to explain.
Samuel (sighs): I spoke to you half cut off when you called me, I didn't mean to, really.
I caress her cheek and take my hand.
Samuel: What if they see us?
May (I shake my head): Everyone is in their own at this time.
I say to bring my hands to his shoulders and join our lips without anyone else caring.