I was the first to wake up or so I thought until I saw the empty hole dividing me from Sam, after collecting my phone and willing to live I silently made my way down stairs and out of the apartment, wondering where Bobby was.
"Ehi undefined, how you doing today?" he exclaims going towards me with a smile
"I'm... dead inside, could you please not being so smiley, I'm trying to recover from a bottle of wine here"
"I called a taxi, if you want I can leave you home"
"Yes, please" I say with a more desperate tone than expected
He looks like if he hadn't had a shower in months and even though he looks amazing, how was it possible? Cause I look like Bellatrix Lestrange but with a colourful outfit.
Drinking wasn't made for me or he was right and that wine really sucked.
After opening the car door for letting me in first, he sits beside me. "Where do I bring you?" a tall man with an Hawaiian shirt and a really bushy moustache asks us with a deep voice "Magnolia Street please, number 34" "Yes, Miss" he answers turning on the engine.
"Why did you called me undefined before?" I ask pretty confused
"Well, you see, it's how you said yesterday night, we aren't friends but we don't know each other well enough to be lovers yet" he says while looking out the window
"Well, it takes a lot of time to become "lovers", it's not that easy" I say placing my head against the car window
"Why not? I don't mean we have to marry, I mean we could try to build something at least, cause I'm trying, but it seams to me you prefer leaving the city than at least trying" he says with a tone of confusion in his voice
"I told you it's not what I meant" I sigh sounding more bothered than I really meant
"I'm telling you it's not what I asked" He says with a serious voice turning his blue eyes on my figure
"What are you asking than?" I question looking at my hands more nervous than ever
"A date.. just me and you, no more cancelled parties, or people throwing up in front of us... or misunderstandings, or you leaving the earth instead of talking to me" he says in the more serious tone I've ever heard him to
"Well I would left the earth to not have to face you sometimes" I whisper hoping him didn't heard
"This Sunday, I'll send you the address, wear something casual" He says with a sparkly mood like a kid trying to see what new toy is hidden by the red package present for Christmas
"I have one condition" I say turning sounding more courageous than I actually feel inside
"What ever you want" He smiles politely
"I need you for a photo shoot, this afternoon, it's for my new portfolio about vintage photos"
"Paint me like one of your french girls" he says looking at me and laughing
"Ehi, cip&ciop we arrived, and you pretty girl give that boy a chance, please" the man with moustache says pointing at us
"You can keep the change thank you sir"I say giving him the money and heading out of the taxi cab
"It's Brian, young lady"
And by that he left my house street
Blue door, same street, same me with two hot coffee in hands and after a shower, still without my willing to getting through this. I rang the door bell two times before Bobby came and opened up. He is more casual than ever actually, with a black T shirt with a weird face image on it, his usual grey metal necklace and a jumpsuit pants, his hair are still wet from what I assume was a shower and his mullet fringe is falling over his face, barely covering his blue grey eyes, which look like if a cloudy day is covering the sea. "Please, come in" he says making his way to the kitchen "I closed all the windows and a little bit the curtains, it looks like it's going to rain outside" he says while putting on a vinyl album on his vintage record player "Hope you like jazz music" he says turning around and taking the coffe I was handing him "Well, the world it's not only indie rock music, thanks God" I say with a smile "So I will start to arrange a little bit the lights around and just... well sit somewhere and I'll see what I can do with that" I say while opening up my backpack "You can do what ever you want" he says while sitting behind the kitchen counters with a flirty smile
"Behave, Robert"
He looks at me while taking a cigarette from the package and lighting it up and I automatically start shooting. Sometimes I put more focus on the cigarette light, sometimes on his face, sometimes I lose myself in the smoking clouds he tries to make with his mouth like a joke while hearing the pouring rain outside.
I am really close to the counter now, keeping myself distant and watching him from a far, like a photographer who has to capture a tiger elegantly chasing a prey, despising the fact that here I am the prey.
"Put your head back a little, place your right arm on the counter, slightly close your eyes, and take a drag from the cigarette" I say while looking him deeply in his eyes while everything around us turn darker "Breath out the smoke now" I say getting closer and having the perfect shot, seeing a number tattooed on his left wrist
"What is 540?" I say tracing the number on his wrist touching his cold skin "A song title" he answers while keeping smoking and looking at me "I never noticed that"
"It's because you don't pay enough attention to the details" he says kissing my hand.
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General Fiction"What is 540?" I said tracing the number on his wrist, touching his cold skin "A song title" he answered while keeping smoking and looking at me "I never noticed that" "It's because you don't pay enough attention to the details" he said kissing my...
