Showing posts with label Love n' Rockets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love n' Rockets. Show all posts

Love & Rockets

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-So, this will consume all your time? – She asked looking at her feet.
-Kind of… - he said pulling up his shoulders.
-This is it then…? – She lowered her head at a point where he couldn’t see her face.
-What?
-The time which neither of us wanted to face – she whispered.
-What do you mean? What… -
-It’s time for us to break up – she spit finally.
-Why? – He asked shocked.
-Remember when we were younger… - she started.
-You can’t be serious! We were too young back then – he said shaking his head.
-But we made this promise that… - she continued still staring at her feet.
-I can’t leave you now – he said as his eyes wide opened.
-We would chase our dreams…
-I love you with everything I am – he tried, chocking back tears.
-When we got the chance – she looked up at him, but as she saw his suffering she looked back down.
-Ashley please don’t leave me now, I need you! – He begged as a few tears fell from his eyes all the way through his face.
-I need you too. And you’re my one true love, Jimmy – she replied.
Silently he moved forward and placed his head on her shoulder. Her left hand made its way to his head and Ashley started stroking his short brown hair. She smiled in anguish as she got closer his ear.
-We’ll be fine. Besides, I couldn’t get the chance to tell you. – She gave him time to ask ‘what’, but he kept silent – I got a scholarship in the University of Photography. I start this summer. – a few minutes went by.
-But you’re just fifteen years old?! – he asked more for himself – you can’t get at an university, right? – he finished pulling his head back and looking at her.
-I took an exam, and they let me in. So, when I get out of high school I’m gonna study art – she finished with a huge smile full of pride on her face.
-If you keep studying, we’ll never be together again – he said half joking, half serious. She smiled back, but when she talked her smile disappeared.
-I’m counting on your success with your band.
-We’re all seventeen. And we’re not that good…
-I never heard you. But with your voice in it, it will surely make a big deal – she said as she took his face between both her hands.
-I’m not singing, I’m playing rhythm guitar…
-Seriously? Who’s singing?! – she asked surprised as she downed her hands.
-Remember this boy Brian? – she approved with her head – The thin, quiet genius? Well, he’s singing… After all is his band, right?
-Right… - she looked at her feet again.
-This is good-bye, right now? – he asked looking down.
-Yep. It pretty much looks like, so…
-May I ask for a last kiss? – he said holding one of her hands and grabbing her face with the other one.
She smiled shyly and looked him in the eye. He got closer and closer as his mouth found his way to hers. When their lips touched, her cheeks immediately got red and her breathing got faster. He opened his mouth as his heart started beating perhaps too loud. She placed her spare hand on his chest. And as she felt the beating she kissed him back choking a smile.
When they broke up the kiss, he licked up his own lips as a smile drew itself upon his face and he rested his forehead onto hers. She smiled widely with her eyes shut.
-We will keep in touch, won’t we? – he asked opening his eyes and looking at her.
-You better don’t waste your time on me. They’re gonna hate you if you spend all your time thinking of me – she said narrowing her eyes.
-Not even as friends? – He asked surprised.
-I will never look at you as a friend. Actually, I’ve never had.
-Aw, that’s so sweet –he said smiling and stroking her cheek with his thumb.
-This is good-bye – she said after a while.
-Good bye – he replied looking at her in the eyes.

xo-

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Love & Rockets

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Once there, we started eating. He was swallowing like he hadn’t eaten for two years ... I was watching at him instead of eating my own lunch. Just having fun you know, nothing special.
-Wha’ a’ you lookin’ a’?
-Don’t talk with your mouth full, Dipshit!
He took his time to swallow the rest of the food he had in his mouth.
-Don’t-call-me-that-way…
Silence.
-Anyway… What were you looking at?
-Looking at what?
-At me… d’oh! I caught you…
He can eat and look at me at the same time? How… disturbing.
-I was making fun of the way you were eating… nothing more.
While I was saying that I caught a frayed potato and gave it a bite.
-I don’t believe you.
-Why not? What do you think I was doing?
-Nothing! It’s just that…Since… Since a couple of days before I… I’ve been seeing how… How you look at me…
He looked down at his food and started playing with it. I kept looking at him, to make him finish the sentence.
-You keep staring at me… just like right now… It’s just… I don’t know… Forget it…
He threw himself back, but still looking at the food.
-Anthony, honey. We talked about this loads of times. I love you, as a brother. You’re just funny…
I smiled at him when he looked up. He smiled back.
-Well, it’s a little fucking creepy…
-Besides… Don’t you have a girlfriend ‘round there?
-What!? … I don’t know what you’re talking about… I don’t have a girlfriend; I had one once… but not now… Still single… You?
-I don’t, you know I don’t. We almost live together; you know everywhere I go, and everyone I meet, because it’s just you… But you? Having a girlfriend? I don’t believe you… I just can’t imagine it.
-Why not? I was like, what? Thirteen?
-Yeah right… and I never noticed…
-I was living in Jersey by then, you idiot…
-In…? Ah, you’re right, sorry… I was thirteen when we met not you… Sorry
-Well… that’s it… I had one… So, tell me: if you’ve never had a boyfriend, have you ever kissed somebody?
-That’s totally out of the point…
I blushed.
-Tell me, we’re in confidence.
He smirked at me.
-Don’t smile that way! Besides, if I’ve never kissed somebody, what would you do?
-Kiss you…
He said that whispering. And I pretended I haven’t heard it.
-So? What would you do?
-Don’t know…Find you a boyfriend?
-No way! Don’t even think about it!
-Women are all the same…
-Why?
-They say they love you, and then they dump you like a garbage bag…
-That has nothing to do with what we were talking about. But tell me: The Jersey girl dumped you?
-Yeah…Pity, don’t you think?
-How could she? If I were dating you, I’d never dump you, ever!
He smiled like a winner…
-I’m not telling that… I just… I was only… I mean-
-It’s okay… I understand. But tell me, aren’t women all the same?
-I’m not like that…
-You’re not a woman-
-I beg your pardon!?
-No! I was just saying that-
-Don’t try to explain yourself, Dipshit: I get you… I’m like one of your boyfriends, am I? Am I!?
I looked away. I was pissed off… again. How could he tell me something like that? Doesn’t he think before talking or what?
-Lily I-
(Silence)
-When I look at you, I see the perfect woman.
I looked at him, now I was interested.
-But then I realize that it’ll never work… What I’m trying to say is that I don’t see you as ‘a woman’… You’re special, you know?
-Aww… You’re cute! Honey, it’s okay, I realize too that it’ll never work… We’re brother and sister…
We looked at each other for a long time, and then we paid for the food and walked out of Mickey’s. We were having such a good time. He really understands me, you know? Thinking about that I smiled.


xo-

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Love & Rockets

1

El tierno y cálido sol de la mañana se filtraba por la ventana acariciándolos a ambos. Rocío aún dormía, apoyada sobre el costado derecho, con la mano izquierda sobre el pecho de él. Andrés había despertado hacía rato y, apoyado sobre su lado izquierdo, acariciaba el pelo de Rocío acomodándoselo detrás de la oreja.
Luego de un rato de mirarla, Andrés manoteó la cámara digital que siempre tenía en su mesita de luz; estiró lo más que pudo su brazo izquierdo y, sin sacarle los ojos de encima a su amada, sacó una foto. Dejó caer la cámara en algún lugar sobre la cama y se dispuso a hacer lo único que conocía para despertar a su novia de tal ensueño: con el dedo índice de la mano izquierda comenzó a golpear los aros que pendían de la oreja de Rocío. Ella se sonrió al despertarse, y frunciendo el ceño abrió lentamente los ojos, parpadeando varias veces.
-Me divierte ver cómo tus pupilas se contraen cuando se encuentran con la luz de la mañana – dijo Andrés en apenas un susurro ronco.
-Ñoño… - contestó ella enterrando levemente su rostro en la almohada.
Andrés sonrió ampliamente y le acarició el rostro con suavidad. Rocío se acercó a Andrés ciñéndose apenas de su remera, y en un susurro casi inaudible dijo:
-Adoro cómo con el tiempo tu perfume queda impregnado en tu piel – Rocío inspiró profundamente, tocando el cuello de Andrés con su pequeña nariz apenas respingada.
-Me encanta cuando hablás como libro – le contestó él con su tono de voz normal.
Andrés se levantó de la cama dándole un beso en la frente y se dirigió hacia el escritorio donde estaba su computadora, con la cámara en mano; enchufó la misma con un cable USB a la computadora y volteó para ver a Rocío, quién, con sólo una mirada, cuestionó su acción.
-Voy a hacer algo que tendría que haber hecho hace banda de tiempo – explicó Andrés esbozando media sonrisa.
Rocío se levantó, caminó hacia donde estaba Andrés y, agachándose un poco, rodeó sus brazos en el cuello de él y le dijo al oído.
-A mí me gustaba la foto que estabas con Caro – Rocío se incorporó y posó ambas manos sobre los hombros de Andrés. – Sobre todo porque la había sacado yo… -
-Y ésa es una de las razonas por la cual la guardaba, pero ésta me gusta más. – Andrés volteó para ver el rostro de su novia.
Rocío miró con ternura la foto que ahora estaba de fondo de pantalla. Esa foto en la que estaban ellos dos. Foto que probablemente, su novio había sacado esa misma mañana.
-Amo cómo se nota en tu mirada que estás enamorado de mí.
Rocío se agachó un poco, haciendo que su cabello cayera sobre el rostro de su amado, y besó a Andrés en los labios.

xo-

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