Chapter 6: 6
I find myself in my room, leaning on my bed with my legs crossed, amending again and again the events that had happened in the afternoon. After 5 minutes he took my luggage to put a few clothes in, I am aware that I am going to miss my room, my privacy, but above all getting home after school; The lump in my throat was immediate, I am too sentimental on these occasions.
I closed the briefcase and placed it on one side of the door frame, I didn't feel like leaving my friends, but I have commitments to keep, I long to leave everything unscathed, I want everything to be as I left it when I return.
He went to make my bed, threw the blanket on the floor and removed the sheet to shake it well. After shaking, he placed the pink sheet and the blanket that had two lions as an image. They touch the door to my room very slowly.
I turn to look at him, his eyes are sublime, a little sad. “Hi Ju, you're fixing your room,” Mike laughs. “I just came to tell you something, I'm not going to take up much of your time.”
To say Mike is right, I have never tidied up the bedroom in my life but it's something I'm not about to confess.
He placed my hair behind my ear and then turned to look at it - What's wrong, if you must fix my room sometime - I throw my pillow at him -; What happened tell me.
He remains silent for a moment, finding the words to tell me, narrows his eyes and says it quickly like a shooting star. “Jack and I are dating,” he adds with his eyes lowered.
I leave the pillow on the floor and take three steps to reach him. "Mike, look at me, you don't have to be ashamed, if you two love each other," I whisper, hugging him. It's the best thing that could have happened to them.
He caresses my hair in gratitude. “Thank you, that's why you are my best friend, I adore you so much,” he whispers. And that suitcase.
"I'll be traveling, it's a long story to tell," he said, looking at the suitcase. I promise I'll tell you later.
He moves away from me—How about I help you unload that suitcase and you tell me. Taking a seat again on my bed, I sigh, "I'll go with Matthew," letting out a secret to stay silent and know who I'm talking about.
—Wait, that same one, him Matthew from school.
He stated, shaking my head, “My father wants me to take his place in the company.”
—Julia, it's time, the dinner boy is waiting for you— My mother's screams can be heard from downstairs.
Mike opens his eyes wide—Don't tell me it's Matthew—he gets up, opening the curtain to check that he was really there—; if he's waiting for you downstairs.
My legs are shaking a little, I took another look in the mirror, placing my hair on the sides covering my ears, I cast my last glance at my room and left with Mike, he takes the suitcase helping me.
"This does matter," he asked, laughing; And you don't bring all your clothes.
I raise my shoulders innocently — I only put in enough! - he exclaimed, seeing him.
Once arriving at the bottom, Mike says goodbye to me, I see how he leaves through the white door, how curious isn't it, missing the people when you haven't left yet. My mother is watching her favorite program CSI MIAMI, my desire to drink began to arise, I am too melancholic and when I feel like that I feel like drinking tequila, but that little Julia came out, I sat down next to me mother and I started to sob, without hesitation she caught me in her arms, the tears didn't stop and I just asked them to stop now.
Kiss my forehead to console me—Don't worry, daughter, everything is fine, I'll be here when you need me—caress my hair.
"I don't want to leave," I said, wiping away my tears.
"You need to do it, darling, for your father's sake," he murmured, taking my face in his hands. You are a strong woman and I am proud of you.
It was the first time my mother said something like that, she was always distant and never said what she felt. The curtains are wide open, I saw a red car in front of the house, I guess it is Matthew, I get up and grab my suitcase for a moment I forgot that he has been there for minutes waiting to see me leave.
I wipe my cheeks — Goodbye — he emphasized, giving a smile before leaving.
Squeeze my hand—See you later, darling, I love you—she says, giving me a kiss on the cheek. Matthew approaches, my gaze falls on his, I could feel my eyes swollen, for the first time he let a boy see me this way, weak and vulnerable to the whole world.
He stops leaning on his car. “Let's go, Julia,” says Matthew. “We're late.” "Just give me a few seconds," I said, as I addressed my mother.
—Tell my father that I will contact him when he arrives.
"I tell him, go, they're waiting for you," he says, letting go of my hand.
I walk towards the car, I exhale deeply and get into the car, I don't try to talk to Matthew, everything in my head is going back and forth, honestly it is very difficult not to see people every day and have to live with unknown people.
He turns to look at me when he starts driving. “You're fine,” he said, placing his hand on my leg.
I hide by turning to look in the mirror—Yes, don't worry, I feel perfectly fine—I felt a tear fall.
"It's not true, you don't feel well," he says.
I try to control myself, but my anger comes out. “Damn, then why ask me something you know,” he snapped, seeing him.
Matthew's eyes widen at my answer, the entire road remains silent, I'm actually sorry for how I answered him, he didn't deserve that, especially when he's been supporting me with everything.
The starry sky looks perfect, seeing that gives me peace of mind, since I was a child I have always liked to look at the stars, because they are the ones that bring light to the sky when it gets dark, it's like when a person enters your life, it gives you that light and peace that you need so much, and that alone is enough to feel strong.
Without a doubt, my father's private plane looks very luxurious, the very oval tip with the gold colors on the top and the black below that made it shine very elegant, if that's how it looks on the outside, I can't imagine how It will be inside, Matthew opens the trunk of his car and I go ahead to grab the suitcase.
He frowns closing the trunk — Hey, I was going to do it — he argues dragging his suitcase I wink at him — You have to be faster Mr. Wilson —advertisement laughing.
I climb the wooden stairs carefully so as not to fall, I am grateful at that moment for bringing myballerinas red, when I get to the door I see that inside there is a white room with a glass table in the center, the seats are brown leather, in the back there is a flat screen television and a queen bed - that was great The plane is better than my house, so I could be traveling all the time.
I waited for Matthew to finish arranging his things, I wanted to fix things with him, I heard the pilot say "we are ready to take off" the plane began to move making everything inside vibrate due to the turbulence.
Matthew sits in front of me putting his legs apart, those jeans fit him perfectly along with that loose white shirt. He stripped me of my valerinas, my feet are exposed before his eyes.
I play with my fingers, but I stop to see him. “I want to apologize to you,” I say, while looking at my knuckles. It wasn't right how I treated you, it's hard to be away from the people I love.
Smile—Don't worry—he says, sitting next to me.
I close my eyes and snort to see him. “Thank you for understanding,” I smiled, tilting my face. We already have a hotel reserved.
— If you'll love it in a 5-star hotel, we've always stayed there — he comments.
He takes my face in his hand, breathing hard, feeling my pulse a thousand miles an hour.
His hand caresses my cheek, slowly bringing his face closer, uniting his forehead with mine, his eyes are more penetrating having him so close, my breath catches.shake, waiting for the next step I want him to take, just out of shyness he lowers my gaze, but he puts his hand on my chin and makes me lift it.
I raise my eyebrows at the moment. "We shouldn't be like this," I whisper into her mouth, "please don't do what you have in mind, for the sake of both of us.
He runs his thumb over my lips—Your mouth is very tempting, for this occasion I will listen to you, because you are right this should not be happening—he kisses my forehead and leaves.
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