Young Love

The person I love

Simon: (Right after Wilhelm went back to the palace).

I couldn't believe what had happened. It was overwhelming. I found  Sara and we headed to our house. Christmas break, yeah! I should be happy. Honestly, I imagined it kinda differently. I was thinking about spending this beautiful time with... him. It's for the best, though. We can't be together or be friends either, at least not now. Both of us needed time. Coz we have a lot of time, right?
When I was sitting in the car with my family, I was dry out of emotions. I didn't even know why. I was simply looking out through the windows, and finally, mi mamá asked:

- ¿Estás bien Simon? (Are you okay?)

-Si mamá. Claro que estoy bien. (Yes, mum. Of course I'm fine.)

-Bueno. (Good). She said, clearly not convinced.

Sara touched my arm gently, I smiled at her. It was comforting in some ways. She can be a mess sometimes, but she's always been there for me. I have a family, lovely and caring. That's the most important thing to me right now. I felt like we could connect more this Christmas. We parked our car in front of the house. Mamá asked us to help her with cleaning, but I must have changed my clothes first. I went to my room, I was looking for some baggy clothes which I could put on. While I was searching, I found something soft... Wilhelm's T-shirt. It's simply blue with a few darker stripes. What I did was totally uncontrolled. I started to inhale the smell of that T-shirt. Oh, God! Why is it so good? I mean, there was some sweat scent, too, but mostly, I could feel a strong vanilla scent. I almost forget that outstanding smell of his clothes... and his body... I put my hand on my belly.

-Simon? Are you going or what? My sister paused me.

I jumped a little and dropped the shirt on the bed.

-Jeez... Sara, you've scared me! I breathed out.

-Sorry. What were you doing anyway? The girl raised her eyebrow.

-Mhmm... I was picking more comfortable clothes. I muttered ashamed.

Okay, fine, let's go! She rushed me.

I rolled my eyes, and we walked straight to the kitchen. 

-I think we should listen to the excellent stuff while we're doing this. I suggested.

-Like some Latino music? My sister questioned. We were both thinking the same thing.

-RICKY MARTIN BABY! We screamed. Our mum came to us and kissed our foreheads. Which was so sweet. 

We were cleaning the kitchen, washed the furniture, and threw out unnecessary stuff, all of it with the sound of Latin American music. We were dancing, singing from the top of our lungs, and laughing a lot. Good time! I felt happy. We also needed to clean our rooms, so I went there when I saw that shirt again. I groaned, and I fell hopelessly onto my bed. I took the T-shirt and put it on my body, stroking a soft material. I knew I should probably give it back to him, but we won't see each other for a while, and the whole idea made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't wanna keep it either because of the reminder of Wilhelm. I was stuck. I desperately touched my face. Okay, stop! I shouted in my mind. Keep your shit together! I got up and started to tidy my space. I packed Wille's shirt in the box. I checked how Sara was doing. Damn, she is so fast when it comes to things such as cleaning. I truly admire it. 

-Hey, the fastest cleaner in our world! I mocked her. 

-Oh ¡Cállate Simon! (Shut up!) She laughed at me.

-Ok- ok. I'm done. I raised my hands.

-Good. 

She wanted to take some boxes out of her bedroom, so I helped her with them.