Love Is A Crime

Morning mist

The next morning, the bright morning sun shone directly through the van window, creating a streak of light onto the floor. The alarm clock by the bed showed 7:00 am as Maca began to wake. After opening her eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the new dawn light, she turned her head to the left to look for Zulema. The blanket was left ruffled and she wasn't in the bed. Trying to keep her eyes open and squinting, she looked for her in the caravan. She wasn't there. It didn't surprise her. Most mornings, she would wake up to find that Zulema had already woken and gone to sit on top of the van to catch the morning sunrise. This was her favourite thing to do every day; a time where she could relax and enjoy the quiet, peaceful early morning air. She would sit on her deck chair on top of the caravan, and light up a cigarette. The smoke would form a small cloud as it drifted away through the misty morning air. Along with her breath; the warm particles that reacted with the cold bitter air of a winter morning. She loved it.

Zulema was always the first one out of bed. Maca was convinced it's so she doesn't have to make the bed seen as though she's not the last to leave. But really it's because Zulema enjoys her alone time, where she can delve into her thoughts and chill before the day ahead where she has to communicate with people. She is more of an introvert in life.

The blondie moved to the end of the bed and stretched before standing up. It was so cold inside the van that she was wearing a jumper, sweatpants and three pairs of socks. Zulema always tells her that she's weird for wearing three pairs of socks. But Maca doesn't care. As long as she's warm in bed she doesn't mind. Zulema was always really cold when they lay in bed. Maca was always worried that she would accidentally touch her bare skin and get a shock because of how cold she is. Whenever she rolled to her other side, she tried to avoid touching the brunette because of how incredibly freezing her skin was! The problem is that their little bed is so so small that they both barely fit. It's really only meant for one person. So most of the time they end up almost spooning which is not good for Maca when Zulema's body temperature is below 0° most of the time! A lot of the time if Maca thought Zulema was taking up too much room, she would say angrily, "Muévete, joder Zulema!" As she would try and re-shuffle her position to make her more comfortable, whilst sighing with tired anger at Zulema. "No puedo , o estaré en el puto suelo!" Zulema would argue back.
"That wouldn't be a bad thing." Maca would then mutter under her breath, but Zulema could hear nice and clearly.
"Puta Rubia." Zulema said this but by saying Rubia, it takes the harsh negative tone from it as she calls her Rubia all the time in a friendly way. Zulema can never be too angry at the blonde. Even when calling her a bitch, she'd put the familiar 'Rubia' after it to make it seem less horrible. It was very rare for Zulema to call her a rude name without putting Rubia after it. In that one particular night, Zule wasn't overly angry at Maca, just frustrated and she found Maca funny when she got angry at her. In a way she enjoyed seeing the blondie get angry; it was kind of cute.

Maca searched for her Ugg boots which she swore she left by the bed. 'Zulema has probably moved them again,' she thought as she checked around. Maca couldn't understand but for some reason, Zulema had a problem with Maca leaving her boots right by the bed. She reckons it's because she has fallen over them multiple times when getting out of bed. She recalls one night hearing a thud on the floor before she rolled over to see the dark figure of Zulema emerging back up from the ground after tripping over one of Maca's boots. "Putas botas!" She heard her shout in a whispered form. Maca didn't say out loud but she found it quite funny and tried so hard not to burst out with laughter so chuckled to herself under the cover.

Eventually, she found them hiding under the table. She then grabbed her green parka coat from the back of the door and zipped it all the way up. It was incredibly cold outside this morning.
Maca decides to make two cups of coffee and takes them outside to Zulema. Balancing the hot drinks whilst climbing the ladder to the roof of the van was an incredibly hard skill that she has managed to master after many times of taking drinks up to Zulema. As she made it to the top, she looked over to the brunette who was sat facing the lake, puffing on a cigarette. She had her black hood up and her usual black cargo pants on. And of course, the combat boots. Macarena could've bet money that that's what she was wearing.

Careful not to spill the hot beverages, Maca walked over to Zulema where her deck chair was waiting next to her. "Buenas días," she said as she stopped next to her and held out one of the mugs.
"Gracias," was the reply as Zulema took the drink off Maca.
She sat down next to Zulema on her chair, sipping the warm coffee that began to take away the coldness she had breathed into her chest. Zulema finished her cigarette before taking a sip also.
"That's better. Its so fucking cold up here," Zule said without looking at Maca.
"I was thinking, tonight we could make a fire outside the van to keep us warm," Maca suggested.
"We haven't got anything to start a fire though?"
"Well we've got the forest right next to us. It's basically our back garden. And then we just try and make a spark using the wood we find," Maca explained.
"Cualquier Rubia," she said before taking a sip of the warm coffee.
The two sat there drinking their coffees as the morning began. The atmosphere was tranquil.

"Have you got any more heists planned for any time soon?" Maca asked.
"No Rubita. I think we should have a break for a while. Especially after what happened in our last one," she explained.
"Zulema I'm fine. I'm capable of doing another heist now. It's been a few weeks."
"No Rubia. I can't risk something like that again. You've only just recovered."
"I don't need you to tell me what I am and what I'm not capable of doing," Maca said. At this, Zulema looked at the blonde with no words to say. There was an awkward silence between them as neither had anything to say. Zulema didn't want to order Maca around, although she did guiltily enjoy doing that, she only wanted to keep her safe. She couldn't afford Maca getting injured again.

"I'm not Rubita. It's just, the next time may be worse," Zulema added. Taking another sip, she turned to look at Maca. Maca looked at her with a straight face.
A short while passed before either spoke again.

"Im going to make breakfast," stated Maca as she rose from her seat. "Do you want any?" She asked Zulema even though she didn't want to prepare anything for two people. Maca hated cooking of any kind.
"No. Nunca desayuno," came the reply. Maca looked at her shocked before making her way down the ladder. "Don't make a mess Rubita otherwise I'll be annoyed," Zulema shouted down to Maca as she was entering the van.
"Hija de puta," muttered the blondie as she couldn't help but reveal a tiny smile on her face.