Chapter 27: I want to travel with you

\- Yes, I want to travel with you - I shrugged my shoulders. - I'm not afraid of you - I confessed somewhat offended - I would lose my first sociology midterm going to Mérida that weekend, if I told that to Rocío she would tell me that it was better that I not travel with She would never have understood my absurd need to have her close and be able to caress her or kiss her. I would have thought I was losing my mind. The Muse herself wondered if she had already begun to lose her mind because of her romantic lyrics.

\- Well, then let's buy my ticket. – He smiled at me and I couldn't help but feel happy.

\- Okay, I took my bag, we left the cabin, and headed to the passenger terminal.

On the way to the terminal I continued thinking about what I was about to do, I thought several times about telling Rocío that I was sorry but that I had a midterm that Friday and that it was extremely important. I couldn't believe that I would lose a partial, I was totally crazy. She would probably accept without much disappointment that he wouldn't accompany her on the trip and would end up in Mérida hooking up with someone else. I knew that if I didn't travel with Rocío she would totally forget about me when she got to Mérida, and I would end up spending the night with some pretty girl she had met at the club. Girls like her didn't usually notice girls like me, studious, calm and well-behaved.. Girls like her didn't usually notice girls like me, studious, calm and well-behaved. She was really pretty, a magnet for women, very pretty women for sure. He liked smoking weed and being with women, I was just the one of the moment. If I really wanted her for myself, I had to kiss her and let my charms exercise dominion over her. If I kissed her I would know if it was for me, maybe my sweetness would catch her and she would want to stay with me. I'm one of those who think that a kiss says more than a thousand words, and I needed to kiss her, I would go crazy if I didn't finish proving that what I felt that night when we danced together was real. Seeing that all that desire to possess her was still stirring inside me. For her part, she showed no signs of being interested, I would accompany her to buy her ticket and then she would go to San Juan and she had not kissed me throughout the afternoon. She hadn't told me that she liked me, she hadn't tried any move that would expose her, we hadn't even talked about us and that random dance we shared. And I wanted to spend more time with her, caress her hair and ride an express bus, I had lost the little common sense I didn't know I had.When we arrived at the Eastern Terminal I told the lady at the ticket office the date and time for which my ticket was purchased. Rocío gave her ID number and it was ready, without much effort Rocío Smith would travel with me next Thursday, we would spend the whole night together on a bus on the way to Mérida, the city where I met her and had bumped into her for the first time.

When we arrived at the La Bandera Metro station, there was a car that was taking passengers to San Juan in something new that they called “cart by position.” Rocío took advantage of going there, gave me a hug and got into the car. Everything happened so fast. I suddenly felt so disappointed that he hadn't kissed me, I felt like we were just two friends saying goodbye, where was the romance? And everything I felt? I had been really stupid,It was clear that she just wanted a friendship, and I had to act quickly before we ended up being friends, or was it already too late? Maybe I had seemed too innocent for her, maybe she was looking for someone wilder and I hadn't even kissed her. I began to go down the escalator that took me into the subway and the tears began to fall, I felt so stupid for crying, I couldn't stop them from running down my cheeks, I was simply too disappointed in myself, in her, in everything.

When I arrived at my residence, silence overwhelmed me, all thoughts had died in my head, I didn't hear anything, I couldn't think, I didn't feel like remembering. The unmet need like a cold hole in the chest. I just lay down on the bed and fell asleep. I woke up in the night remembering what had happened that afternoon, I checked my cell phone and I had messages from her:

Flaca I'm already in San Juan, I liked seeing you

Skinny, are you there?

I smiled and responded to the pin:

Musa Berhnhardt: Hello, here I am, how did you get there?

RocioSmith: Well, I'm making dinner, and you?

Musa Berhnhardt: Well, I'll see what I eat anyway.

Musa Berhnhardt: You looked super cute today

My romantic lyric: You make me blush

My skinny one: And you make me blush.

My romantic lyric: Hey, I'm not going out with you dressed like that again

My skinny: just like that?

My romantic lyric: So beautiful, all the cars bugled at you, how annoying, I get jealous

My skinny girl: Me? All the men were looking at you, you looked very sexy

My romantic lyric: To me? It's not worth it, they were looking at you,

My skinny: It's raining very hard.