9 AM on a sunny Saturday. The night before I was too shocked to say more than a "Good night" to Wren. I couldn't sleep the first half hour thinking about the movie, the power of a man's love, way different from a girl. I was messed up because of Aria, though some part of me wanted to get rid of it at once. I knew it, deep down, that my only bound with Maggie was Malcolm, my child. My child! It was hard to believe yet.
When I finally went out to the bed, I found Wren doing pancakes.
-Good morning
-Good morning-I answered.-It smells yummy...
-Well...I woke up like eating pancakes.
-And you did
-Yeah-he turned to me and smiled. Something inside me twisted. What the hell was doing me that boy?
-So, what you're gonna do today?-I asked him.
-I don't know. Maybe check the places where I can be accepted as an intern.
-Come on, it's weekend!-I laughed.-I'm gonna go to Philly. I want to buy some books.
-Books? Don't you have an e-book?
-I do. But I'm old-fashioned in that sense. I like to feel the texture of the paper. Besides, I can't focus on that device.
-Well...I guess one ride can't do me bad-he murmured.-Can I come with you?
-Sure. Why not?
After the breakfast (that pancakes were absolutely yummy), we solved the shower's problem: first him, then me. When he got out from the shower, I couldn't avoid look at him. He was just with a towel. I observed his body: pretty fit, may be a bit pale. Before he noticed I was watching him, I came back to TV. Inside me, a voice yelled: "You're straight, remember?".
Around forty-five minutes later, we were about to go to Philly.
-What kind of books are you gonna buy?-he asked me, curious
-I'm interested on Spanish's books lately
-Like "El Quijote"?
I nodded. [N/A: I felt betrayed when I watched on HIMYM mariachis and "El ganso con la riñonera". We, Spaniards, have a strong culture. And we aren't Mexicans!]
-Yeah, but I prefer actual books. Have you ever been on Spain?
-Last year. When I came back to London on holidays.
-I heard Spain is a mess right now. Crisis, bad politicians...all that stuff.
-You only have to watch the news.
-Tell me. Did you finish the degree?
-I was about to do it when I ended fired-he sighed.
-But, why did they fired you?
-I don't know...They just fired me!
-Your work on Rosewood...you got credits with it?
-That's right. Now...I don't know what I can do.
-Contact your college! May be you can get them despite all.
We arrived to Philly sooner than I thought. The mall was too full. I was afraid to meet Aria by chance, so, quickly, I bought a couple of books. One was "La sombra del viento" and the other, "El juego del ángel", both of the author Carlos Ruíz Zafón.
-Do you speak Spanish?-he asked, watching the books.
-Just a bit. But, you know, the better way to learn a language is reading.
-There's too many people in here...-Wren seemed paralyzed.
-The magic of sales. Come on, let's get out of here.
We came back to the car almost running. Going to a mall on sales can be a living hell. Too many people, too many noise.
-What's next?-Wren was better with both of us alone. Although the tension, at first slightly, was growing and growing. Like a magnet, I feel attracted to him. No matter how many times I reminded myself "I'm straight, I don't like boys". I knew I was about to fell.
We decided to have lunch at the first empty restaurant we found. It wasn't so expensive. Meanwhile, we talked about the dinner. Somehow he fitted in my life so natural that I was a bit scared. The plan was easy: beer and burritos.
We spent our afternoon buying the stuff, cooking and relaxing. We watched the bad movie of the TV. I used some time to read. And, then, we cooked all. We coordinated in a wonderful way. Besides, we were drinking and drinking. As a consequence, when we finished the dinner, both of us were quite drunk. Finally, all tension explode.
-Thank you for all you're doing for me-Wren sighed and, suddenly, he hugged me.
My mind blew. Feeling his soft skin against mine was enough for me. Slowly, I stared him and I looked for his mouth. I wonder about the taste of his lips. Strawberry? Jelly? I kissed him for a second, scared. He kissed me back. Yeah, he tasted as strawberry. The kiss was tender and rough at the same time. It was full of fear, but also of passion. I hugged him tighter. "You aren't gonna escape from me", I whispered him. "I didn't", he told me. "Why do you have to be that cute?", I thought.
We laid on the sofa. We forgot about the dinner, which it was getting cold. We were just us, two heartbroken guys. I forgot about Aria and Malcolm. About my surroundings. Just the taste of his lips. Then, when I was about to take his T-shirt off...
Knock, knock.
"What the fuck?", I thought. I murmured Wren to go to my bedroom. I didn't want any surprises. But...
-What are you doing here?
At that moment, my cellphone vibrated. It was a IM.
Congrats, Rosewood! We have our Brokeback Mountain!, A
Holy crap.
