MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

FIGHT FROM THE INSIDE

The next weekend, dead on time as usual, Tarek attended dutifully to catch his first classLufthansa flight bound to Munich. No matter how many times they met, he always felt this kind of tickling in the pit of his stomach off the plane.

Right away he saw Taron's smiling face waiting for him on the arrivals lounge. He pulled him into a big hug and Tarek looked around restless in search of Enzo's presence in vain. He started to feel distressed. Not a trace of him.

- What's going on now? Another inescapable commitment?

- No, he's waiting for us at home. He can't wait to see you.

The truth is Taron knew Enzo's plans but he didn't want to give himself an earful. When they got the apartment, Enzo with his usual effusiveness wrapped him in his arms kissing him like crazy. Tarek this time let himself loved like a cute kitten but he felt the electrified air around them.

- My love, now I gotta leave -Enzo announced putting on his brown leather jacket.

- Where? -Tarek's big eyes popped out of his head.

- A meeting with Lars. But don't you worry, I don't think it will last long. I'm leaving you in good hands.

- Are you really standing me up? Precisely the day that I arrive from London? You've had all the fucking week to be with him.

- Are you starting a jealousy scene?

- I don't think jealousy is the right word. I'm really pissed off with your disrespectful attitude to me.

- You know what? I don't give a damn what you're thinking. I have plans. We're seeing us tonight.

- Fuck you.

Enzo got out not looking back like a bat out of hell in search of Lars. Couldn't he meet him another day? Impossible. He had to humiliate Tarek once more. He felt the urgent need to do it.

They ended up at Nhow hotel. A luxury hotel with a view of the Munich's spiky roofs. They had to comply with one of the upper rooms. 36 square meter room. Its design was vanguard and excessive in many ways. Enzo loved it and Lars was horrified. He felt it as soon as they passed the glass door by the N with small letter in pink colour.

- What's this? Come on, get out of here.

- Shut up -Enzo said.

Lars watched everything suspicious while they registered in reception. Enzo knew quite well the upper room where they were staying. The huge bed was rose and almost every furniture had the same colour. Just in front of the bed there was a square screen, so with a jump you pass from the bed to have a shower. The carpeted floor had psicodelic drawings which made you dizzy, like the curtains.

- What do you think? -Enzo wanted to know, funny at his look.

- It's amazingly ugly. Can you pay a fortune for that? What a shameless human race.

- Let's play music. Shall we dance?

- Of course not. I cannot fuck you here.

His disgusted expression made him burst into uncontrollable laughter. Before going out he took after his nose with coke and his dilated eyeballs showed it. He searched Lars's mouth but the latter pulled him away. Enzo didn't understand him.

- With whom have you been here?

The truth is he had stayed here on his own but he decided to wander into a different territory. He didn't know how he could get out of it. He didn't stand up poor Tarek just to stay another night with Lars. He wanted strong emotions which burn him down inside and save him for being such an asshole with his poor disappointed man.