Perfectly Imperfect // Marc Guiu

8

2023

Mariana

I smile widely as my brother carries me from the car to the living room. He drops me onto his couch before dropping right next to me. Pablo and i's relationship confused people. It wasn't like me and Aurora who I always went to talk about girl things. We rarely fought growing up and she thought me everything about how to take care of my skin, hair etc. she was my best friend. Now Pablo, Pablo is my best friend. growing up slaps, punches and back hands were common with us two. He was always roughhousing and I was always the victim because I was smaller. He was always scaring away any guy friend I had. He had tried to do the same with Marc, but Marc kept insisting on being my friend. Pablo was the type to  purposefully annoying me. But he was always there for me. He protected me from the monsters under my bed when I was 6 and he was 8. He protected me from that spider in my room 2 years ago. He was always quick to bring to my attention how and when I'm wrong. He was always the person I call first when I need to gossip about someone. Yet he wouldn't loan me 5 Euros if I asked.

"Pablo" I say looking over at him as he clicked through channels on the TV. "Mmm?" I place my hands on my lap as I lean over so he'll look at me. He pushed me away and muttered something about personal space. "Would you like to play a game?" I ask. He sides eyes me for a second then looks back at the screen. "What game?" He questions, throwing the remote to the side. I smile then start to list off the games. "FIFA, truth or dare, would you rather, kiss, marry, kill, Mario kart, Wii Sports." I say. He shakes his head. "How about we go outside and play football?" He suggests. I groan and shake my head. "No, you always beat me and that's no fun." I complain.

"Well you always beat me in fifa and you don't hear me complaining." he fights back. I groan and fall back on the couch.
"Vale..lets play fifa" he mumbles. I quick sat up and hugged him. "You're the best brother" I says. He taps the back of my shoulder as he hugs he back.

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"FUCK!" Pablo screams slamming the controller down on the couch. I smile widely as my player does it's celebration dance. I glance over at my brother who stands up from the couch. "Ya mi enfade." He says walking out the room. We had a player a total of 6 games and I had won 5 of them. I laugh to myself as I turn off the game then move onto Netflix to watch some of my show that I need to catch up on.
After clicking on the show I decided to text my boyfriend, and by text I mean send him these random photos I found of him on my phone.

Messages with

Marcito 🤍