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18) A call

Lena woke thinking about what I should do that tomorrow. Would have to clean between all traces of a big party also would not purge the pool is nothing wrong that night had been too much there, and now there was just water and bleach.
Before the feeling of having to clean all the great country house, gave him a pang in his heart when to let a little air and light in the room, she realized she was still single.

downstairs in between steaming cups of black coffee, people were already awake, or at least trying.
- did not remember well this holiday season .- Jean Carlo said supporting cayour conquests Jean. - Said the guy giving it a gentle nudge in the arm. According to his partner prepared to answer, he was regretting having made that comment, the possible answer could be ... and what he had done that night.
- What? No, nothing happened.
- No? I ... - began to say doubtful.
- Lena I like, I'm not going to deny.
- How do nothing? - James was sorry to encourage your friend to try that with the girl he liked.
- I try, but I'm pretty observer. And she wants nothing to me. I think ... maybe he likes someone else, or perhaps have a partner ... or just not interested in me. But ... habemos not that, what about you my sister?
-How? - Asked the American and ignoring what your partner just said.
- We were very close, and well, you know you have a crazy Fabiola summers ago.
- It was not ... nothing ... - he said thinking about the previous night.
- Dude, I do not want details, my sister. But be careful, okay?
- Always.
- Now, seriously, what happened with you last night? - Fabiola's brother asked leaning on the table with his elbows and looking at James, in imitation of the ladies who are to take their coffee and have all the gossip of the week.

- Are you awake? - Fabiola asked timidly poking his head out Lena's room. She was still in bed, covered to the top, skulking anddelaying as much as possible when getting up and down the floor below. It was hard to pretend it was asleep, because the room was lit by being open window.
- Yes. - Lena replied, lifting the sheets a little so that he could see a little face. Had closed an eye for a bit and give more aspect of sleep, thereby preventing the blonde-haired girl tell him the wonderful night that had happened to James. Fabiola
walked toward the bed, while Lena stepped aside to let a little to the Italian site, which was determined to sit down and telling him the night.
- Good morning, sleepyhead. - She said lying down next to her on the bed.
- ... mmm ... days - answered Lenadrawled, as if just awakened.
- How about my brother? - She asked the sea of curious.
- What?
- I saw kiss. You never told me anything! To know that you liked Jean Carlo, I would have helped, or spoken with him or something. He really likes you. You make a good couple! - She looked really excited about the "new" pair that had formed.
- You see ... Between Jean and me ... - Before you give explanations about what had and had not passed between them, was something that was eating inside, and although there was greater force exerted by the unwilling know the answer, I needed to know if something had happened between James and Fabiola. - And from James and you? - She asked, gulpingto the end to ask the question.
- Well ... - she started to say as casually, but immediately began to make votes in that narrow little bed, and give your hands clapping.
- That ... is a good sign, right? - Asked smiling a slightly forced, expecting the dreaded "yes."
- Let's see. Nothing happened. Well ... - said laughing to say - if that happened. But what happened had to happen.
- Of course not, lens.
- What? - Asked by not fully understand what the American had said in his own language
- That I have not understood Fabiola. - Replied in a tone rather dry.
- At the party, not even how, but we kissed, and so we spent a good while, and then hisI vampire!
- Okay, I had heard correctly. Let's see what's wrong?
- is always there, so ... so like him.
- Vale him. Who?
- James!
- Does the grandparents?
- The Mask.
- I think I missed a chapter.
- No, is the same. Is the grandson of the gentlemen who live with my grandparents, yes, the same who lives here in the house with me. The same evening I went through the masks. And the same way I look at it that way think I'll end up spitting the heart.
- begins in earnest.
- Natasha Very serious, very much. Like, I really like, and not to do.
- Have you tried to tell him? ... Would not be normal.
- I can not! Fabiola is madly in loveto him, also have a history in the past, and perhaps the ... present. But I can not Nat, is that every time I close, it gives me goosebumps, every time a little closer, I start shaking all over ... and when I kiss ...
- Wait and ye ... kissed? I mean ... besides the party.
- Yes, a couple of times.
- He likes you.
- I think so.
- Attack.
- I can not!
- God ... you always the same.
- But it's perfect ... ... It has that voice ... so masculine and strong that whenever he speaks, I have goose bumps. It has that shape of the neck and jaw ... that drives me crazy, well marked every time I look, I have to bow my head to not wear red, or just control myself and not to throwI can not. I can not.
- Lena ... Want to tell you what happens? You're in love. Rather much in love.
- But I can not be!
- Who's stopping you?
- Four days ago, Matt was very much in love, and now, does it?
- Lena These things happen in the heart was not in charge, in addition, Matt left you, left you roll, you do not want anything ... Lena, do not think about it now, do not waste your time ... he does not deserve it, believe me. If you really wanted, I would not have left, but he did let you, and now you're totally free to do whatever the hell you want, and who the hell you want, and I think we both know what you want.
- I less than three and a half weeks here Nat ... I can not do anything.
- if you can.

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lways, right? "Replied his friend James approaching.
- 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. - This time we could do something different. - What do you think of brain? - Asked James. - Hawaii .- answered a female voice from the hallway. - You were not supposed to think down to party? - Asked the Italian boy. - Yes. I was looking through the attic and then - I was talking about butlso, do not believe. Today if, tomorrow ... They should make an instruction manual.
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