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Feeling like a teenager when you live with your parents must be normal. Must, because I still feel that way. But I don't know if it is logical. They have me under control. Especially my mother.

This morning, she returned my pack of cigarettes, but forced me to give it back to her as soon as I got back from the street. What she didn't know was that I bought a new one and it was well saved. Best of all, they already had the day prepared for me as they wanted it, but they also gave me an excuse to get rid of them for a long time.

I told them I was leaving with Taylor today and they saw an opportunity to invite him over, they made a special dinner and so we were all together before I left. And, in the end, they have gotten away with it.

I called Taylor after lunch so he wouldn't make plans and come over to my house for dinner, just like in the old days. And so it has been.

My parents have been behaving well. They asked about his studies, his work, the slight marks he still has on his face and of course, girls. I felt a little uncomfortable but somehow, it was also like we had gone back in time. Everything seemed the same as before. I've even removed a good amount of tomato spaghetti from my plate to put in my friend's, as I almost always used to do when I ate at home because my mother fills my plate beyond my stomach.

Lucky that he hasn't seen me and that my father has turned a blind eye one of the times he has caught me. I have been very grateful to him and he knows it. But, of course, in the end they have kept us talking until now. It is also normal. I'm also grateful that my parents have kept the conversation flowing. It felt normal. They haven't seen him in a long time, and I've lost count of how many times that have said they are glad were are friends again. I look at my digital watch and raise my eyebrows at Taylor next to me in the chair. To whom I gesture by blowing because I don't see the way to say goodbye anymore. But I end up looking at my mother with a smile.

"Well, mom, it's too late now, huh?" I say and get up from my chair. "At the end I see me sleeping on the trip tomorrow..." I say seeing my father get up.

"Come on, yes son, you will have things to talk about." Says my father, shaking my hand so that mine collides with his." I kiss my mother.

"We'll see each other in the morning anyway." I tell them both going to the door of the dining room where I wait for Tay, who has not yet told where I'm going on vacation.

"Are you coming already?" I ask, although I plan to go to the kitchen for a couple of beers.

Taylor: Going back to dinner at Jack's house, and spending time with him and his parents, has made me feel like I haven't felt in a long time.

I have returned to my adolescence, and even to my childhood, but the best thing is that I am still in my present. There are no longer distances between him and me, everything is the same as before.

I have witnessed how he has put part of his spaghetti on my plate, as he always did, of each of his bored gestures with the questions of his parents, of his sighs every time a conversation became endless... And unlike him, I have not stopped smiling at any point, I've been laughing with them all and feeling at home once more.

I look at him when he gets up saying that he has to sleep because if he doesn't he will go to sleep on the trip tomorrow, and after colliding his hand with his father's, he asks me if I'm leaving now. I nod.

"Sure." I say and finish what I have left of Coca-Cola in my glass, in one gulp, standing up after.

"Thank you very much for everything..." I say to your kind parents. "Dinner was delicious."

Jack: I listen to what you say about dinner raising my eyebrows as I walk down the hall. Dinner sucks. I hate tomato spaghetti.

I whistle down the hallway until I reach the kitchen and open the fridge, from which I grab two-thirds of the cold beer we have on the bottle tray. With both in one hand, I get out of there and continue down the hall to the staircase that leads to my room. This is the first time there has been silence tonight. If I hadn't stopped them, they would have been chatting until the early hours of the morning. Although I have no intention of falling asleep soon.

I climb the stairs looking back hoping that my friend will not be entertained by saying goodbye now. Because they are capable.

Taylor: I talk with your parents for a few more minutes, and after saying goodbye to them again, I leave the room with a smile. 

I hear you whistle and I smile at the nonchalance with which you do it, walking down the hall towards the staircase, then I start to climb behind you, remembering all of the times I had. Some of those times I had fallen down running after you when I was just a kid.

Seeing you look back, I climb faster and smile at you.

"I'm already..."

Jack: I hear them speak, I was afraid. But I feel relief when I look back and see you climbing after me.

"Fuck... such a pain in the ass! I was falling asleep..." I say when I get upstairs, where I give you a third of beer. "Take it." I say and realize I haven't opened it. But I'm sure I have an opener in the room.

"You don't know the hell I have to go through, man." I tell you by opening the door of my room, where I enter knowing that you will follow me. "You bring your Iphone, right?" I ask hoping you don't have to go down for it, again.

Taylor: I laugh to hear you.

"You know what parents are like, Jack." I reply thinking that I haven't been bored at any time, and I take the beer one that you offer me, feeling the cold glass in my hand.

"None, right?" I tell you and I nod my head into your bedroom with you.

"Yes, I have it in my pocket." I say patting my left hand, the left pocket of my sweatpants.

I take the liberty of closing the door of the room.

Jack: I laugh at what you say.

"Buah... they gave me money to go on vacation. They've kicked me out, practically, but worse for them."

I say shrugging my shoulders, going to the nightstand, where I look for the opener that soon find among the piles of accumulated things.

I hear the sound of the door and point to this with my bottle.

"Lock it, man." I say and open my beer, leaving the plate on the table.

I take a drink and I leave it there too, extending my hand for you give me yours.

"Connect it to the sound tower." I say you about the mobile, with a wink.

"Now that you're here, you'll have to reward yourself by listening to your music, right?" I say although I don't like all your songs.

Taylor: "Oh yeah?" I ask about what you say about the holidays, laughing later when you tell me that you've practically been kicked out.

I affirm.

"Rodger." I say and slide the latch, then give you my beer to open.

When I hear you say that, I smile and nod my head again.

"Let's go there then." I say and connect my iPhone to your sound tower.

Once it's done, I tap on the Linkin Park folder, and hit play on the first song. I turn the volume down a bit, and put the iPhone down on the sound tower.

"I'm going to go to Spain for a weekend." I tell you smiling, thinking about Dolores and Carmen.

Jack: I affirm and with a noise that I make with my throat taking your beer, that I won't take long to open. I know that you are connecting your iPhone in the tower when I go to one of the windows to open it.

I listen to the song that starts playing. But, what leads me to look at you is what you say about going to Spain for a weekend. Frowning, I go to the bed, next to which I stop, extending my arm to spread the beer to you.

"To Spain?" I say laughing. "Fuck, I'm going to Ibiza." I tell you. If there is a place to have fun, that is Ibiza.

"How did you get to go so far, man?"

Taylor: I see you frown and pick up the beer when you hand it to me. I lift it up with a smile, as if I toast with you, and I take a drink before sitting on your bed.

I assent and then laugh.

"Are you seriously going to Ibiza?" I ask because it seems like a tremendous coincidence, and then I wet my lips.

Ibiza would be one of the last places I would go, because I think there is too much party... And that does not quite go with me. I smile, thinking about our conversation.

"Because some very good friends have invited me to go with them ..." I tell you, thinking about how grateful I am to have met Dolores, and consequently also Carmen, her better half.

"Some friends who by the way want to meet you..." I tell you smiling.

Jack: I shrug my shoulders throwing my head back with a smile.

"Really. I already have the ticket for tomorrow... "I say, seeing you sitting on my bed after you drinking your beer raising it as if you toasted with me.

I look at the television, where I still have the Fortnite waiting screen. The remote is at the foot of the bed and so I grab it, but you tell me about some friends who have invited you to go with them.

I didn't know you had friends. And, less, female friends. Although I imagine you more as someone who prefers female friends to male friends. Perhaps it is that, in all this time without me, you have known how to find friends. I look at you without being able to avoid smiling when you tell me that those female friends of yours want to meet me.

"Oh yeah?" I ask in a mischievous tone because I love meeting new girls.

"Normal... How are they not go to want to meet me?"

I ask thinking about what you will have told them about me. I sit up in bed, holding the remote in one hand.

Taylor: "That's good, no? Ibiza..." I  say looking for the correct word to define that city. "Cool." I say with a shrug, and drink my beer again, watching what you do. I smile.

"Were you playing Fortnite before I got here?" I ask you, and when I listen to you I look at you, seeing the gesture you make when you ask me about my friends, something that makes me laugh, feeling my cheeks burn.

Now I'm not afraid to say you anything.

"They're a couple, Jack." I reply by biting my lower lip afterwards, to hold myself back from laughing, waiting to see the face that remains you.

Jack: You don't like anything. I know that very well. You tell me «cool», but I know you hate the idea of Ibiza.

I shake my head and reach for the beer I have left on the table giving a good drink while I wait for you to tell me about those friends of yours who want to meet me.

"Right!" I reply about Fortnite.

But I see how you turn red and I wonder what I have done to make that happen to you.

Until I hear your answer about those friends of yours. An answer that leaves me staring at you, unable to say anything because I just made a fool in an incredible way. And, on top of that, you are holding back laughing.

"Fuck!" I exclaim, slapping you on the arm later. I just got a good cut and I don't even know what to say.

Taylor: You say yes, that you had Fortnite before I arrived, but what interests me is the face that stays you when you hear my words about my friends.

You can't seem to react, you can't speak, and then you exclaim a word that makes me laugh out loud, when I point at you with the beer in my hand.

"What a face you have left!" I exclaim laughing after feeling your slap on my arm.

Jack: I feel pathetic. Always thinking about women and, when you tell me that two of your friends want to meet me, they turn out to be lesbians.

"I'm a deep idiot, man." I complain listening to you laugh when you talk about the face that you has left me.

I drink a lot of gulps from my beer trying to hold back my laughter, because of you, but I can't and I stop drinking, bursting into laughter with you, like when we were friends and there was nothing in between.

"What a stick, dammit." I say laughing. I leave my beer between my legs, placed against my crotch, to take the controller with both hands and exit the game.

"You'll play with me someday, right?" I say, bringing the attention back to the video game. There is one question I cannot avoid asking though, curiosity got the better of me.

"They hot?"

Taylor: I laugh out loud when I hear you say you're a deep idiot, feeling like I'm even out of breath for a few seconds, and my stomach starts hurting, as I asseveratte, wanting to say yes, you're a deep idiot .

I wipe away the tears that have escaped me from laughing, and I look at you, watching you drink several gulps followed by your beer.

"Sure whenever you want." I say about the Fortnite, smiling and nodding as I do so, feeling my cheeks burn later.

I scratch the back of my neck as I look at you.

"I would say yes." I shake the hand off my neck. "Although I don't understand much about girls..." I purse my lips and shrug.

"Well, I have eyes of course, yes." I'm joking with you.

Jack: You are laughing at me more than in your entire life. But even if you sting me, as you always did, far from bothering me, I like it. We continue as if nothing had happened, ignoring everything as much as possible, together, after all this time and having stopped talking. Even after I hurt you so much.

I like to see you laugh and know that you are still you, that all those blows have not been able to deal with you and that you are not weak, you are strong. I laugh with you and cover my face with one hand.

"You're an arsehole, okay?" I say seeing your red cheeks.

I put the remote back to the foot of the bed and settle into this listening to your answer about the girls.

"Man, I say you will have eyes..." I say reaching for one of the cushions.

"I see it, at least." I open up the cushion and rummage through the inside padding with one hand, holding my beer in the other.

"What are they called?" I ask, taking out from the cushion a packet of tobacco that I bought today and brought hidden. I look at you and wink at you with complicity, also looking for the lighter.

Taylor: I laugh again when I hear you say I'm an arsehole.

"Eh no." I joke because I know you're saying it right, and then I laugh again, pulling the skin under my eyes down.

"Yes, they are here. And they're still blue, right?" I'm joking with you because I haven't lost confidence in you.

I see you take a pack of tobacco from the inside of a cushion, and I gesture with my lips when I see your tricks for storing things that you don't want your parents to see, you always had a quality for that.

I wet my lips smiling.

"Dolores and Carmen. Carmen, has Spanish blood." I tell you and drink from my beer, smiling when I see your wink, which I return to you.

Jack: I laugh when you pull the skin under your eyes and I affirm.

"They're still blue, you idiot." I say taking out a cigarette that I bring to my lips and I don't take long to light it with the lighter.

I leave all things on the bed, between the two, cross-legged, in front of you.

"Not a word to my parents..." I say about tobacco, hearing the names of those friends of yours.

"Dolores and Carmen?" I ask seeing that wink of yours. "How strange does the name of the Spanish sound..."

I say because I am used to some Dolores, but none Carmen. I can't help but raise my eyebrows when you tell me Carmen has Spanish blood. I release the cigarette smoke.

"When are you going with them?"

Taylor: I laugh at you, lowering my hand as I do, and then I affirm with my thumb and forefinger over my lips simulating a zipper.

"Not a word to your parents." I say you, and smile with a nod. "It sounds weird like that, yes." I laugh because it is true that Carmen's name sounds very strange with our English.

I see you raise your eyebrows, but I don't say anything.

"I think next week." I reply smiling. "I'm sure we will have a great time... I'm sure it will be so."

Jack: "That's how I like it..." I asseveratte when you say you won't say anything to my parents.

You say your friend's name sounds strange and I look down and bite my lower lip thinking about those two friends of yours that I'm already imagining in my own way. It is a real bugger that they are a couple. A great bad luck.

I take a drag on my cigar nodding when I look at you again.

"Yes, I'm sure you will have a good time..." I say and shrug. "But, hey, I'm sure they have a good party..." I say thinking about gay pride.

That is always celebrated in style and, being one of them Spanish, surely more, since that is where it is most celebrated, especially in the capital. But I clear my throat because I don't know what that might have sounded like, and what I don't want is to hurt you with nothing.

Taylor: I look at you, your movements, everything you do. You have always been the boy I would have liked to be.

"Sure..." I say smiling, pushing the smoke from your cigarette with my left hand, still smiling, and I affirm. "I'm sure it is, that they have good parties." I say, raising my right leg to your bed, then listening to how you clear your throat.

Jack: I laugh when I see you shake your hand so you don't get smoke in your face.

"Fucking rich kid..." I joke with a laugh, throwing my arms back to rest my hands on the mattress. But you answer me that surely they will have a good party and I hope I did not bother you.

"How did you meet them?" I ask, drinking from my beer later.

I have realized how you have looked at me. You do more than just look at me. You look at me looking at practically everything I do. I can't help but get nervous sometimes. But I know that I will not stray from your side as long as you want me to continue with you. Maybe these vacation days without seeing each other again will be good for both of us. Me for fun. You to pass time from me. Although I know that we will continue talking to each other on WhatsApp.

Taylor: "Hey, don't call me rich kidd." I say with a frown although I'm laughing because I know that everything is jokes, that between you and me, jokes have always exist.

I drink my beer, and then I moisten my lips taking their pleasant taste from them, because although I am not much to drink beers, I like them as they know. I swallow hard.

"I met Dolores in some talks I go to..." I tell you because although I keep going, it's only with Dolores that I can only be myself. I can't say that I went to that place so I could deal with you stopping talking to me the weight off you that you put on me when you stopped talking to me.

Jack: I laugh with a grin when you tell me not to call you that, even when you laugh.

You drink from your beer and I point you with the right hand, in which I hold the cigarette.

"It's going to fall you like ass." I say, because yes, beer always falls foul you. So you tell me you met Dolores in a talk and I frown.

I don't know anything about any talks. But something tells me I shouldn't ask.

"Ah..." I say, assenting with my head. I suppose that, in those talks, some boys and girls like you meet, since she is a lesbian.

"She's nice?" I ask because I care that he's a good person. Although, I am not too much, I like to know that you surround yourself with good people.

Taylor: I laugh when you tease me, and then I look at my beer with a nod.

"Of sorrow... I'ts going to fall me of sorrow." I answer you with a nod and a smile on my lips, which gets bigger when you ask me that question about Dolores, the only girl that I consider my girl without be it, the only one that one day I wished I had in love, to make everything easier.

I moisten my lips smiling.

"She is like a sister to me... She is the most human human being I know." I tell you while I smiling, thinking about all those times that Dolores has healed my heart, without the need to use adhesive bandage or mercromine.

Jack: I am not very given to express what I feel. Of the one hundred percent of the things I say, only two percent become beautiful at some point. Or so I have been told sometimes. However, when you tell me about her, that she is like a sister to you and that she is the most human human being you know, I smile.

There is a long silence before your words in which I do not know what you are thinking and, although I cannot help feeling envy, I like to know that you have found a friend.

"I thought that was you." I reply because, for me, there has been no person capable of equalizing you in heart.

However, I saying that and I instantly regret having said it. So I gulp and let out a slight laugh before drink on beer. I don't like to hear what I feel out loud. It makes noise in my head, but that's where my thoughts always stay.

Taylor: I did not expect those words that come from you, those words that you tell me, and that fall on me in such a beautiful way, that they fill my eyes with tears. That you, who are my best friend since I was a child, say me that you believed that I was the most human being in the world, it makes me excited and that's why I gulp, blinking with eyes full of tears.

I lick my lips and laugh when I hear you laugh.

I do not know how to respond to your words, because I have once again seen the color of your heart, a heart that I begin to think that it also has many colors, not because you are capable of loving a man, but because you are capable of loving to a man like me, to be his best friend, and to be forever.