- What do you usually do at other times? - Asked Lena as if waking from its slumber and approaching them.
- Nothing special, just buy drink, put a table in the garden, turn on lights as night falls, and when you turn off day. - are short your holiday, yes sir .- Lena said while watching them.
Is that what had become a personal conversation with dual intent? At least, it seemed.
- now border, lovely morning ... - continued Lena.
- In addition to James, are you good to talk, you acknowledge that you are more freaky than a green dog. - Fabiola said. But the boys were looking at without looking away from each other. Lena began as usual to get nervous, so I smiled, turned his head and told her friend.
- Specifying a little more, as a green dog with blue spots. Are we going to see the lights that you found? - Asked radically changing the subject and without giving the guy a chance to continue with the desirabilityrsación. Before leaving the house altogether, Lena turned to look out and yell at the guys who played them make dinner that night. Fabiola
Lena and entered the attic of the big house. That was to meet at another time block functions of animals, but now all he had was a lot of useless junk placed with great disorder and gathering dust.
- Be careful where you step .- He warned Fabiola.
- ... Why? - Asked the U.S. fearing the worst.
- One of two things, you can sneak a leg from a broken leg of a chair, or exterminate any insect family as yet undiscovered by the National Geographic. Lena
she stood a few seconds, eyes shut tight and intopen cardboard covers, shining that flashlight, which he was turning off the light in seconds.
- What are we looking for exactly?
- The box that I saw before. It had lights, garlands ... Shit! - Exclaimed the Italians in their own language when the flashlight bulb finally go off permanently. Both girls
issued a cry startled when the room was filled to an unexpected darkness. No night had suddenly, but the loft doors were closed, with a loud bang, leaving them inside. Both turned looking everywhere but seeing nothing because of darkness. Fabiola sounded like he banged the lantern in his hand, but it was impossible,batteries were over. They stayed a few seconds that seemed endless, silent. They heard footsteps, and then, trying to appear calm Fabiola said aloud, so that any person who walk in that room, the darkness, I could hear it:
- Quiet, are surely some of them, playing the fool.
- They think they're very funny. - Lena said while moving the arms, swimming in the air, and hoping that one of his arms do not touch anything that should not be there. They were both shaking. They knew they had to be the guys, playing some kind of joke, but I dreaded the mere fact of not knowing that was what was cooking there. Something or someone
gently touched the face Fabiwave, causing it to emit a little frightened cry. A loud "shhhh" filled the silent room. Lena while she felt a breath on her neck, and hands on his waist. He tried to be calm, because at least I knew it was not a stranger, a madman, or a rapist who had entered silently in the attic to recreate the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, in Tuscany. He knew quite well the smell of the person behind him, and the way she was quite unmistakable touch. It was James. But his heart was not reassured by that fact, but was still pounding. He loved his cologne, his touch, his breathing so close to her, his mere presence at the time. The room was silent and completely darkTMLXC - You are worth drinking? - Asked Lena. - I if you want to fix you a cocktail and I will serve in a coconut, happy?
- I'll have to settle. - Italian replied, laughing.
While boys prepared the tables, drinks, and food, they set about hanging strings of lights through the trees, and stick the torches on the lawn.
- Remember, we have to pack up pictures of the room. I know as brothers are Arezzo, and you know how house ended last year. - He warned James.
- Yes, and prepare something to eat, because everything you have bought, as you drink it all on an empty stomach, believe me, you're going to end badly.
- No dear. - Dimitri said putting his arm around Carambaga.
- I'm still sober enough to do so. - Replied, laughing. Fabiola was cas the edge of the pool, carefully consider whether to enter or remain on land. The two girls wore a bikini since, Fabiola was wearing jeans simply very short, and Lena, a white miniskirt. Back to the U.S., was James, he was winking at Fabiola as a sign of the intentions he had. Lena grabbed the waist by surprise, and ended the two in the pool.
- See how you do not need drink to have fun? - Joked his companion.
- You love to kill me in the pool, right? - She said as she removed her wet hair from the face.
- I love to kill you in any paor end up catching pneumonia. - He said while surrounded with the towel, and dried at the same time gave him a hug.
- Thank you Jean.
- What are you looking like the party?
- The truth is that it is quite entertaining. It's amazing to be nearly twelve o'clock, and still not be bored me.
At that moment someone stung his shoulder. He was, was all wet, shirtless, showing perfect torso publicly. Had something in his hand. He knelt and put his slipper on the foot.
- Cinderella, you're losing the shoe out there ... and this time ... I do not know what to think. - He said as he sat and stood up, showing that broad smile and that twinkle in his eye that always made him pe LenaRopi bottles, and not let go even if it should fall into the pool. Few people would stand. There were some couples talking very closely, supported by some trees, some lying in hammocks, and a lot of people still left in the party was cool in the pool, and playing with the inflatables that were floating around. Fabiola
and James were on the curb of the pool talking. It every bit, trying to get closer and closer to his companion, but he was still somewhat distant. With great heartache, and perhaps wanting in his heart that this was not ineffective, Lena decided to take action to help his partner.
He had a good time talking with Jean Carlo, was a good thing he knew well the language of Lena, asflee at that time there would have been nice. Removing James, he was the only guy who could speak smoothly and without problems. Both Jean Carlo and his sister, had studied English from a very small, and thus knew well the language of James and Lena, but even so, his companions tried to know his native language. More than once he had seemed to Jean Carlo was sending signals that he was attracted to her, but in yet, Lena could not get from head to James.
During the last year of school, he had been a subject over the course found it very useful, just maybe, one of those subjects easy to adopt and raise the average mark. What I never imagined is that months after apsteal it, was to use it. Had a name too long for the little stuff that gave it, "conceptual and technical processes of communication", as it worked to newspapers, radio programs, advertisements, magazines, and a series of similar tasks. Tasks were distributed working groups, and she played with some friends make a fotonovela. In it, one of the photos would be kissing his partner Brian, was a hard worker, friendly and very nice ... but was not quite a beauty, but the opposite. Fearing the worst, Lena was able to breathe freely when the teacher explained that the novellas are working with the angle and framing of photographs. The actors never touched, but seemedthey did, in that the technique was, and approved of this work was that people thought was happening, something that had not happened.
It was jealous to James, or at least try, so he probably saw there was no hope, would make him a little attention to Fabiola, and achieve its mission. I knew what was happening at that moment his head had no head or tail, if he loved James, why did nothing but throw into the arms of Fabio? Decided to stop spinning to what I was thinking, and acting. Was placed so that the eyes of James seemed to be totally stuck. Lena was a hint of falling to one side, so that Jean Carlo, grabbed her by the waist. Lena moved a little
