The festivities are behind us and I spent all of them with Kahin, my mother and friends, 2016 has taken me with everyone. My relationship with my brunette is getting better every day and his possessiveness increases by the second, he almost did not let me come on the trip, but luckily Loan and Malcolm helped me get out of that, he is upset because I have not gone to live with him yet, I'm afraid of leaving my mother alone, we have always been together and this is difficult for both of us.
"Come on young people, we're getting late," Professor Gómez hurries us, “young people,” we are struck by Professor Campbell, I don't know why the hell he had to come, “you all should make a single line, come on, come on," he urges us, we all obey so as not to hear his silly voice anymore. Ready we all go to the waiting room to board the plane.
“I already miss him,” my friend yells, “I want to be with him,” laughing at her drama I hug her.
“It will only be a week, you will see that in less than nothing we will be here, you with your Zazo and I with my brunette,” my friend won't stop pouting, “come on, let's read something." I pull her up to sit down.
"I carry three boxes of condoms to catch any French woman who passes me by,” Donald says behind us.
"Senor González," the teacher scolds him, “keep your friend at home, I don't want any trouble.”
Chuckling I look at him, “don't be frustrated man, no one would pay any attention to you,” my partner looks at me angrily.
"I had to speak Italian, all because you have your Sugar Daddy."
Laughing louder I turn to look at him fully, “what can I tell you, some people are lucky to lift where we pass, while others have to struggle,” I look at him with joke.
"Come on young people, please behave." Turning my back on my partner I focus on my book.
"Do you really read romantic erotica?" A colleague sits next to me, I look at her amused.
"I like them and more if they are from Melanie Fraser."
"Now I'm the Queen?” She asks strangely.
“It's good, I like it even though I sometimes hate the protagonists, if you want I can lend it to you.” She looks at the book curiously.
"But you're reading it."
I put it in front of her nose, “this is the second time I've read it, nothing happens." She gives me a wary look and then takes it.
"I'll give it back to you once I finish it,” she gets up and sits in a more secluded place.
"I hope you give it back to me," I whisper to myself.
Looking at the planes through the window, I sigh, I already miss Mom and Kahin, going on this trip makes me excited, but something inside me doesn't stay calm, I sense that something is going to happen and I don't like feeling that way.
"I know that look,” my friend says, “what are you worrying about?”
Looking at her, I shrug my shoulders, “nothing, it's just that I have a sensation in my chest, it must be because I never leave my mother for so many days and now that I'm going to do it I feel that way.”
My friend smiles, she understands me, the same thing happens to her, “they have each other to keep each other company just as we have each other to not be alone."
Nodding I let the air out of my lungs.
"Ready young people, come it's time," the teacher rushes us upon hearing the call to board, he tells us as if we were children.
“Do not leave me,” yells Donald, “I was in the bathroom.”
We all look at him, the boy comes running like a bomb as they say.
"Please, Mr. González, you have to hurry up," the teacher scolds him. When everyone is on the plane, I look out the window, “will it be one of our many trips?" I look at my friend who is next to me.
"Of course, we'll be so good at what we do that the invitations won't stop coming through."
I imagine how that would be, we two great artists participating in the best exhibitions around the world.
The flight hours are eternal, between movies, music, laughter and scolding from Miss Cambell, we arrived in Spain to make the stopover to France, once we reached our destination we were all amazed.
“Ohhh wiii,” a partner yells.
“They are mue bonitue le mercie," I raise an eyebrow, it's not the language but I don't think I said it right.
"I better shut my mouth if I were you, or the only thing you're going to catch are strange looks." My partner laughs with amusement, “with my physique enough, they will all be at my feet,” he winks at me and I roll my eyes, such arrogance.We checked into the Hotel Golden marble, of course I was in the same room as my friend.
"I know the flight was long," says the teacher, “but we have arrived during the day. Do you want to rest and go out at night or do you prefer to go out in an hour?” Of course we all want to leave in an hour, nobody is willing to rest being in France.
“What are you doing?” I ask my friend when I see her doing her tubes while looking at her cell phone.
“I'm sending photos to my Zazo,” she poses for the camera. I who is lying on the soft bed stick out my middle finger and show it smiling, “have they told you how ordinary you can be?" My smile widens.
"A lady in the street and a bitch in bed," my friend laughs just as I hear my cell phone beeping, "my beautiful brunette," I chuckle when I see it's him, it's a video call, “hello Mr. Hamann. Do you miss me?” My man gives me a smile that as always leaves me heart melting.
"That question is unnecessary, of course I miss you," I see him get serious, "I shouldn't have let you go on that trip, I won't be able to take care of you from here," he growls, it's amazing how he can go from one mood to another.
“Love you must calm down, you don't have to worry, we are 20 people who are on this trip and you know that I already understood that I cannot be alone at night.” His gaze even behind the screen is intense, his anger makes my blood run cold, how can I put up with such a difficult character? That question is repeated over and over again and it is always the same answer. Because I love him!
“A week Marilí, a week away from you, your kisses, your body, your pampering and your shitty temper.”
Smiling tenderly, I sigh, I really love him, “that will make you want me more. Don't you see? This week will help us to confirm how we feel for each other, honey, this is not easy for me either, not only do I miss you ... I also miss my mother,” he runs his hand over his chin and caresses it, his harsh snort making me to understand that I'm not going to reassure him.
“There's nothing to confirm Dulce,” calling me again like this relieves me, “I'm sure of how I feel about you, just as I'm sure of what you feel about me, but that's fine, I won't be able to weigh you down like you say, but don't lose sight of your mobile, I don't want to call you twice, why if so, you will have me in France in less than nothing. Understood?”
Wanting to laugh but keeping the seriousness, I look at him with warning, “I remind you that I am here for school reasons, not everything will be fun, clearly there will be times when I will not be able to answer your calls or messages, you must calm down bitter moon, this week it will go quickly, you will see.” I hear a knock on the door.
"Tomorrow, they're waiting for us." Shouts my friend.
"I must go, now say you love me and give me that smile that I like so much," I see him smile to the degree that his dimples are revealed.
"I love you like I've never loved before."
In love with hearing that, I blow him a kiss, “and I love you like I didn't think I loved anyone, don't play PlayStation so much and don't work late, I'm going to miss you.” My brunette says goodbye and I hang up the call, I immediately take my bag and go with the others.