Chapter 28: My romantic lyric
My romantic lyric: It still rains here, I want two things: A cigarette and you in my sheets.
My romantic lyric: PING
My romantic lyric: Do you know what I wanted to do when we were in the elevator?
My skinny: What?
My romantic lyric: I wanted to kiss you, but then I said “naa, what if he doesn't like it?”
My skinny: Really? Aw, you would have kissed me, I still wanted to kiss you when we were going back to the La Bandera terminal.
My romantic lyric: There in front of everyone?
My skinny: There was no one...
My romantic lyric: You're not crazy, thank goodness you didn't do it.
It was impossible not to look at her and believe that she was destined to fall asleep in your arms. That you were born to belong to him completely. She wanted to have me between her sheets, and I felt again how my body lit up with a desire, a desire to have her and know she was happy playing the guitar. That immense and horrible distance that now separated us didn't seem so great now that I knew that she had wanted to kiss me in the elevator. I was a little surprised by his reaction when he told her that he wanted to kiss her in the street. Was he talking to a modest girl who didn't show such displays of affection in public? Or was she talking to a closeted lesbian? I felt a little confused, that night I talked late on the phone with my best friend Alice.
\- It's good that Musa didn't kiss you, at least she's not an easy first date kisser.
\- You think? I think he didn't like me.
\- A woman doesn't kiss you on the first date and you already say that she doesn't like you?
\- You're right, but in this world of lesbians everyone is so easy, they usually kiss you, fuck you and then ask your name.
\- That's what you do, virgins like me ask for the name before fucking.
\- You ask for the name and an HPV test
\- Exact
\- Well, in that case I will stay calm, anyway on Thursday I will see her again.
\- That's it!
\- Can I stay at your house when I arrive in Mérida?
\- Yeah
\- Thank you
\- Why can't you stay at home?
\- My mother knows that I am in midterm week at the University, if I tell her that I will go to Mérida and the exams have been suspended, she will not believe me.
\- Will you miss the exams?
\- Only one! On Friday! The others were presented starting Wednesday, and I will study at your house.
\-clear
\- It's teaching, I'll take my books and study at your house.
\- I'm not saying otherwise.
\-And can we go out partying on Saturday?
\- Are you going to study at the disco?
\- No, but Rocío will surely want to go partying and I want to prevent her from going with someone else that night, please go, and we haven't been partying together for a while.
\- Ok Musa is fine, we'll party on Saturday. I just hope I don't monopolize too many so as not to leave you alone.
\- Of course because you are beautiful, but you wouldn't leave me alone if that were to happen.
\- Of course, because I'm beautiful, stop being sarcasm.
\- Will you leave me alone?
\- I am beautiful Muse, let's stop the nonsense
\- Have you finished Miss Narcissa yet?
\- It's not narcissism, but please just give me ten cents that I'm not beautiful, you know that yes, anyone would like to have my features, I'm beautiful.
\- Of course you're pretty, otherwise he'll never take you out to the club.
\- Thank you.
\- Thanks to you, I was going to go crazy if I didn't talk to you, I love you
\- Goodnight
\- Goodnight
My romantic lyric: I like your back
My romantic lyric: I already want it to be Thursday
My romantic lyric: Happy night my skinny beauty.
My skinny one: I like you
My skinny: Happy, beautiful night.
The following days passed normally. Musa spoke through messages every day with Rocío and with each passing day they liked each other more, they were both really sweet and always said nice words to each other. Rocío worried about Musa eating and got upset when he stopped writing to her all afternoon. When Wednesday night arrived, the skinny girl came eagerly from class and packed her suitcase. Practically the clothes that she had not worn during Easter and were still in the suitcase were the ones she took out and put in a small Luis Vuitton handbag. I looked in my closet for the perfect outfit to travel with her, something that said I'm sexy, you're traveling with me, kiss me now!, some sunglasses because when I arrived in Mérida the next day I was sure I would look like a zombie after 16 hours travel. I decided to make a ponytail that day, I would look fabulous the next day and it wouldn't mess up my hair so much, I made a ponytail at the nape of my neck to test how it would look on me and it looked really cute. I tousled my hair, put on my chocolate-smelling bath cream and combed my hair, drinking more water than I had in days, hoping that my skin would wake up tremendously fresh and rejuvenated the next day. I know, those results are not seen overnight, but I find myself following all the beauty tips at the last minute to feel radiant, so I look like a zombie for not having slept at all the previous days studying for the midterms.