'In life, we hide the parts of ourselves we don't want the world to see.
We lock them away.
We tell them no.
We banish them.
But here, we don't.
Welcome to Montaro'
A few guitar notes starts to play from the bluetooth speaker in the beginning of Lil Nas X's song, Montero, Call Me By Your Name.
I stand in the dim surroundings of Melissa's flat. Melissa unblocks my eyes, revealing the birthday gift she's been talking about since the start of the week. I cover my face with my hands. A gesture to show how surprised I am from seeing the Schwamas that are lying on the picnic mat next to a big packet of Doritos, a Bubbly chocolate bar and a bottle of Coca-Cola.
We listen to a few more songs while devouring my favourite food. After that we cosied while watching some of my favourite movies. Watching The Greatest Showman again feels like watching it for the first time. How I still get goosebumps when singing to the song 'This Is Me' on the living room couches. It encouraged me to be myself and to be proud about it, that I shouldn't let anyone bring me down because this is the person I am meant to be. Frozen is always inspiring to watch, how Elsa explores parts of herself no one else could see. Made her understand herself better. Made her grow. We went on to watching Get Real, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, Love Simon and Closet Monster. All these movies played a part in finding myself in my early teenage years. On those days when I would question myself about things I couldn't control.
We finish watching the movies late at night. I lay on Melissa's lap in a relaxing position. We both share the chocolate bar which we've been biting on for over ten minutes now. It seems like it doesn't want to get finished by us. We indulge in a conversation over the song Xtatic Truth by The Crystal Fighters.
"If I get a partner." I say, looking up at her after passing her the chocolate bar. "I'll make them watch Closet Monster and force them to fall in love with this song."
She giggles.
"Wait, if you do get a partner, you wouldn't dare make them time capsule with us though, right?" She asks.
"Ahh, why not?"
"Dude, cause you fart a lot." She snaps.
"Yeah, but your fart smells worse than mine." I smirk.
She bursts into laughter. "The things our partners would have to put up when we're around each other."
She takes a moment to catch a breath then looks back down at me. "Anyways, where did you end of with TK?"
"I don't know, ever since the showers at uShaka we hadn't been talking." I say. "I mean we do text but it's not as long as the chats we had before."
"Yeah, he's probably sucking dicks and feeling on asses as we speak."
"No!"
"Yes, you don't know, ou only came to Durban just to enjoy himself and you was a slow target so nigga's gotta move to the next available ass, my ou."
"That's not true."
"Yeah it is." She reassures. "But don't worry, you'll lose your virginity soon. You just gotta take it slow and enjoy being a virgin in a group of non-virgins."
"It actually sucks."
"I know, I know."
"Hey, come to think of it. You still hadn't actually told me about this someone."
"Who?"
"The day I came you wanted to talk me about this someone in your life.
"I did. I told you it's my friends from school."
"Leave them, they didn't even help you in the fight you had with Chantel." I say. "Now that I remember, you didn't say 'you met some people'. You said 'you met someone.'"
"About Ghyslain's party, you would've chickened out even if you were there."
I become a bit worried.
"Not true." I disagree, rising up into a sitting position. "But Melissa stop trying to avoid the question here. Why's it so hard for you to tell me."
"Okay." She sighs. "It's Jackie."
"Ohh." I say in surprise. "Really?"
~~~~~
I am happy for Melissa. Really, she has gained so much relations in her life compared to mine. I actually didn't mind about the love between the two as long as Jackie doesn't break her heart. This means that Melissa's going to be my future sister-in-law. Well, specifically cousin-in-law but still we'll be related in some way. It's just njeh, Jackie of all the boys in Durban.
I lay on the couch and look into the nothingness of the ceiling. Load shedding started about half an hour ago. So I'm laying down in the total darkness of Melissa's living room. She's already knocked out, sleeping on her bed not far away from this couch.
The shuffle at the door makes me extremely vigilant and the flashlight adds to my fear until the familiar key necklace that he has calms my nurves.
"Ayy, you almost scared me to death." I sigh with a smile on my face.
He aims the flashlight at me as he approaches. It seemed odd because at times like this he'd usually just go straight to his room.
"Come." He orders.
My heart's pounding again, ugh!
"Where?" I ask.
"Just come."
He holds my wrist with a tight grip. He takes me to his room and locks the door. Me confused as hell.
"Which scary movies were you'll watching this time." I say, taking a guess for the reason why he'd drag me to his room. "And why lock the door, it's not like someone's going to..."
He smashes his lips on mine after throwing his cellphone on his bed. The feeling in my stomach comes again. My heartbeat races as I travel in the mouth cavity that his ex-girlfriends went in.
Our lips seperate. His mesmeric eyes look deep into mine. Making me plead for more.
Is this really happening.
"You talk too much." He murmurs.
Our lips connect once again. This time with more lust and more touching. His hands grabs my weist. Just like the tricks he used to do when we were younger, facing one corner and pretending to enjoy himself. Only thing is, it's real this time.
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