MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

MY MELANCHOLY BLUES

That same night Taron and Enzo enjoyed fully the New yorker night. They danced till they couldn't feel their feet, had sex in the dark places of each and every gay club they got into, they drank till get drunk and they got high. They did all they could in just one and only night always with Duncan's protective company. Then they returned to the apartment at the break of dawn and lying on bed, exhausted, while the sun shone on their faces, they held each other promising eternal love.

Enzo needed just a few sleep hours to recharge his energie. So just before noon he stood up and Taron woke up simply not feeling his body around.

- My love, what are you doing awake at this time? You are exhausted.

- Aren't you? -he threw his arms from behind nestling his face against his neck, cuddly, with half closed eyes.

- I sleep very little. Go to bed, darling.

- Do I bother you?

- Oh, Taron, please. I'm just saying to take a rest. I'm busy, ok?

- I see that you're busy. I just wanted to say good morning and tell you that last night was a real great fun.

-Well, recover yourself. Tonight we're going out again.

At the beginning it was a never ending source of surprises and fun, at the end it turned out to take it's toll. Right away he could't keep up with Enzo and he got to sleep on one of the sofa's clubs. Enzo took him a photo laughing real hard but in fact is that's, among many other things, what started to keep them apart.

Enzo was terribly jealous of him because Taron was a young, handsome man with a strong and athletic body and at the gay clubs where they went, men ate him with their eyes and he couldn't go to the dance floor without everybody tried to touch him at every turn. That was causing endless arguments between them because Enzo flirted with no shame under Taron's very nose. And he didn't fall short with his jealousy. They were growing further apart every day and Taron decided going his parent's home in Philadelphia. In fact he came to Enzo's apartment directly from London without visiting his home. And he had bad conscience for being such an awful son.

- You don't go because of them, you go because of me.

- Don't be so egocentric, will you? I need to see my family. I'm not such an independent person like you who is able to cut your family ties with a snap of your fingers.

- Are you saying that I don't love my family?

-I haven't said that.

- You want to break up with me, don't you?

- I just need to be gone a little while. I want to restart my cooking lessons. I want to do anything else apart from being Mrs. Efseryan.

- What's the harm? Don't you living well by my side?

- I live too well. I don't want to be a parasite.

- You aren't a parasite. You know that I like to spoil you. Don't you leave me.

- I'm not leaving you. I'm just spending a little while with my family. I need being far away from you for a while.

- Far away from me, can't you see? What's wrong with me?

- Too much intensity for me. I don't know, I'm a real mess, ok? Besides I can't keep up with you and I want stop using drugs...

- Are you hearing you? How many times had we used cocaine? Besides, I didn't exactly put you a gun on your neck...

- I'm not acussing you of anything. I just need a change and you need to focus in your next part. Your study hours, your shopping spree of antiques and art, the auctions. Those kind of things.