Chapter 35: Chapter 35

- 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.