could not stop. Was spinning about herself in the room. Walking in circles, and while talking to herself.
- It's crazy. Lena No, no. Not love. In love? What a crazy! - She said laughing. - I have kissed a few times, and the guy is very nice. Is that, is that James is very nice. But you do not like. No, you do not like. Well, see, maybe a little. It is very cute. But no. I like Matt. You're in love with Matt. - At that time he stopped dead. - Although Matt ... I left, and well, and hurt me ... Shit! What does the kiss at the airport? Lena
still engrossed in his thoughts, While pacing around the room when someone opened the door carefully, but without knocking.
- Are you ready? - Fabiola asked.
- What? Ah! Yeah, yeah. Fabiola
was talking to Lena as they walked down the hall and down the stairs, but Lena just heard a whisper, she was thinking of something else, I was trying to concentrate when she saw James. Arguably, after nearly a month, had got to know that was what I felt for him, or what was going through your head when you think of him. But what about James? You thought it? It was clear that if he was the one who had always the first step before the kiss, she had always remained still as a statue in a museum. But he returned with Fso they put their helmets, and began to clean up after James had said. They were the only words he had with him all day. I did not know which is better, if silence or awkward words, all I knew was that every time they passed by the house, she pretended not to have seen him, and kept walking showing indifference. What was done the last? So all you get farther away it was.
The hours went by, and the smell of the house was changing, as its appearance. Once she had finished her part, put everything he had used, and locked in the room, not to speak or to answer to anyone.
Lena had a technique, always had the music on high enough pan the Ecuador of the visit. - James replied laughing a little. Looked at the sky, the clouds, and the façade of the house. It amused him to see the opposite, it was a different perspective. At that time saw a head out a window of the house. Lena was, peeped to see what their friends did. James's heart gave a little jump, like when you see a horror movie and you expect the scare, but always ends sorprendiéndote. Lena was like, I always hoped ... but when I saw her, or was about a small part of the mechanism of his heart, to which arches its coup, and he started to beat at a faster pace.
Grandparents came for dinner. At that time, only were Jamesand Lena, and had to prepare in silence for a good reception for their families. The table was set, dinner in the oven, and lounge were waiting a few DVDs of old films from switching to evening entertaining. However, the youngest of the house would go to bed early, had been a stressful day and needed to recover lost sleep. Lena
have that dream again that both had been repeated over the last few nights. I was on the dance floor, where they had celebrated the graduation party. There were all his friends, including her boyfriend, Matt. Little by little, as if it were a movie, were disappearing one by one, becoming invisible, disappearing like smoke inair. And there were only two of them in the dance floor. They were caught, very, very close. He was dressed in an elegant suit, while she was wearing tight jeans and a basic black shirt with some writing. Still dancing and she was hugging him while his feet were moving gently to the music, was playing a slow song, with some success in the seventies who always put to the couple began to dance caught. She knew what would happen in that time, had experienced too many times and had given too many turns, Matt was going to leave, and there was no turning back. After that wonderful last dance, at the time that could be described as perfect, he would leave. He comxageradamente hands, not to move, almost ignoring the presence of James, who was sitting in bed, listening attentively, and seeing her around like a cocker spaniel chasing its tail. - I just wanted to have fun, spend two or three months away from everything, everything I'm used to. Besides ... Well, I just left my boyfriend ... but rather I left it to me ... I wanted to spend the summer lying in the sun, not thinking of anything or anyone. And then you come here and your stupid eyes, your stupid hands, and your stupid voice. Quicken my heartbeat, you know? Do I need the stop, that turn out, and to return to its natural rhythm, or will finish spitting out the heart, and this will begin to resemble a gore movie. Q do not know whatO you want, not what you want, what do want? I know only three weeks, but I enjoy myself running from you, or hidden in the room because, you know? That's not me, it clouds my senses. You're not just at home, but also you get in my dreams in my head and my thoughts begin to be blinkered, and that scares me. Perhaps it is best to follow with Fabiola, who is crazy about you, and well, you ... no, you have a story in the past, I enjoy you so I stayed in Italy. - Lena stopped short and murmured something. - I have to learn to stop putting them on a platter ... - shook his head slightly, trying to erase what you just said, as if it were a telesketch, and prepared to continue his speech without forrse even a second to process what he was saying, if you think twice before speaking, repent and say nothing. From lost, river. He clenched his fists, took a step back to his place, and lifted his head to keep talking, this small pause was decentralized, and tried to find the words as quickly as possible, but at that time did not come out anything, had been completely blank. James was standing inches from her. Again his mind and his body became independent, making it unable to think, speak or move. And the beat of his heart began to accelerate, as usual. Tried to say something and do not stutter. He was so close, did not even know if there would be room for the pWORDS feel a bit of air to swim.
- Vas ... Will you kiss me? If you're going to ... If you should kiss me before considering the consequences ... - But James would not let her finish.
