Diego Uribe - New directions

I looked up and I almost yelled at him and asked him to go away but it wasn't Alan... it was Fran. He had finally showed up.

“Hi” he said.

“Hi...” I said back, almost whispering.

“Are you ok?” he said, as he sat at the table with me.

“I don't know.”

“I'm really tired... and kind of dizzy, that's why I came to sit here” he explained.

“Oh” I said, being really cold. Did I ask?

What was wrong with me? I was being so rude to him and actually missing the only opportunity that showed up to talk to him and get to know him. He had no idea how I felt and I couldn't blame him. I tried to calm down and took a deep breath.

“So... are you into girls?” I asked, trying to act as normal as I could.

“What? No! Where does this come from?” he said immediately, sounding upset.

“From what I saw a moment ago.”

“Oh, you mean THAT? No, it's nothing. Pure acting, we were just kidding. Besides, she has a boyfriend...” he explained to me.

“That's good to know.”

Suddenly, there I was, talking to Fran, finally the two of us alone, face to face. Actually, he did most of the talking and I just listened to him. He told me about him and what he had been up to in the last few days. I just looked into his eyes (which I don't usually do), paying attention to every little detail, because everything about him was fascinating. I would nod and laugh every once in a while in order not to be so obvious. The music was so loud that we had to get closer because it was almost impossible to hear each other. He had his arms on the table, right next to mine; in fact, I had goose bumps from how close we were. He was leaning towards me and he would speak in my ear so I could listen to him. His voice made me feel tickles (because I'm a very ticklish person, everywhere) but I tried hard for him not to notice it and I let him.

“Shall we go and dance?” he said. “I mean, I don't want people to think we are so boring...”

He offered his hand to help me get down off the high chair that I was sitting on. I accepted his invitation and took his hand, he dragged me to the dance floor. We danced for some time, just us two; the rest didn't matter, the music didn't matter, the moves didn't matter, we were free. After a couple of songs, I sat at the bar and he would keep dancing for me, playing around, but eventually he gave up and sat next to me.

“I'm so tired” he said to me.

With that being said, he leaned his head on my left shoulder and I didn't say anything because, what could I say to him? I let him do it because I liked the feeling, although it killed me on the inside. He put his hand on my leg and he would tease me by drawing invisible doodles on my jeans with his index finger. Who knows what was he drawing or writing? Until he saw my tattoo and he grabbed my left wrist and pulled it closer to his face to appreciate it better.

“Wow, nice! What does it mean?” he asked, drawing with his finger the same lines that were already inked on my arm.

“It means many things to me, but basically it's a Harry Potter thing” I explained.

“Oh, yeah. I thought I had already seen it somewhere. Did it hurt?”

“No, not as much as I expected.”

“I could never...”

He leaned his head on my shoulder again and slipped his hand until it met mine and our fingers intertwined. His skin was warm compared to mine. I have bad blood circulation, something I apparently inherited from my mother, she had the same thing. Honestly I wouldn't wish it on anybody...

“You can sleep if you want to, I'll take care of you” I told him.

“Thanks” he whispered in my ear and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

He didn't fall asleep, but he shut his eyes very peacefully and he didn't say anything else for some time. I just stood there watching the people at the party, everyone was doing their own thing. I've always found it amusing to watch people at parties, so happy, having a good time in their own way. Some are happy dancing, singing their hearts out, getting drunk, just hanging out with good company, with good music blasting in the background and celebrating whatever it is that people who go out celebrate. I can't blame them... I was happy there, in my own way: Fran sitting next to me, his head on my shoulder, holding hands. Then Nico showed up to buy some drinks and he looked at us from head to toe for a moment.

“Are you two dating?” he asked.

I didn't answer, I just looked at Fran. He said we weren't... “Not yet” I thought. It was getting late and people started leaving little by little and so did we. We went out to the street and no one seemed to have the slightest idea of where we were. Fran and I waited outside for our classmates.

“I want to buy shoes like yours one day, I like those” he said, looking at my blue boat shoes.

We met with our classmates and everything happened so fast. I lost sight of him for a second while I was talking to my friends, trying to find a way to get back to our houses. Nico grabbed a taxi, Fran came to me and gave me a hug.

“I'll talk to you later” he said.

“Yeah, let's do that” I replied.

He left... and when he got in the taxi with Nico, I realized I didn't have his number, neither had I asked for it. I was such an idiot...

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