Intoxicated By Your Love

What Type Of Song?

Lydia

"Everyone expected that I would be a Hispanic guy". Carl tells me the story behind his name and how everyone didn't expect that he was Scottish. It turned out that his mother's first love was a guy called Carl, that's why she gave her son that name.

I lick my Postaccio ice cream, then I look at Carl and he flickers his gaze to my mouth. He looks at it for ages, hesitant, his hand is confused between staying on his thigh and travelling to my mouth.

After a few seconds, it makes its decision and it trails to my mouth's right corner and wipes off the cream stuck on it. Carl's eyes refuse to stop looking at my mouth and his hand doesn't stop brushing my bottom lip. He's slowly narrowing the gap between us, his eyes are still locked on my lips and his hand is holding my face.

I watched this scene several times in different movies and this move always ends up with a kiss.

Is he leaning in for a kiss? Would this be my first kiss with Carl?

Carl is coming closer, I'm surrendering for this kiss. I accept Carl's mouth on mine. I accept replacing the taste of Enzo's lips with Carl's. I'm getting over you Enzo, this is my chance. Suddenly, Enzo's face pops up in front of me blocking the kiss.

Carl pulled his hand the second Enzo interrupted us. Enzo's gaze flickers from my mouth to my eyes, and then he smirks. That's obviously a gloating look on his face. Mr. Ruined the moment seems to be glad that he interrupted us.

"I'm gonna steal your girl". Enzo says to Carl, taking my hand and he pulls me closer to him. I push his hand away.

What the heck?

Carl stands up, a million questions must be running through his head. Well me either.

"We have a project work together, we'll be writing a song". Enzo adds to cut the scary silence, then he holds my hand again.

"Oh, really! And what's the song about?". Carl asks.

I take Enzo's hand off mine.

"We didn't…".

"It's a love song". Enzo cuts me off, smiling and holds my hand one more time. I try to push it away, but he's so strong and he refuses to let it go.

Carl casts a skeptical look trying to believe Enzo. Carl knows everything about him. He knows that I used to love Enzo and he knows about my screwed confession too.

I don't know why I told him about it, but I felt comfortable when I was talking with him and I'm more relaxed now after having two different points of view of that case. Nancy thinks that it was Enzo's fault because he wasn't clear about his feelings. On the contrary, Carl believes that it was our fault: I'm blameworthy for rushing things without getting a clear sign from Enzo's heart, however, Enzo is guilty as well for saying those harsh words and he should've at least rejected me politely.

I say goodbye to Carl and I take Enzo away before this electric interaction turns into a thunderstorm. We walk hand in hand till we reach our practice room. The touch of his rough hand sways me back to the bridge moment when he said: "No one will ever hurt you as long as I'm here".

Enzo did the opposite of everything he had said. Enzo has no right to hold my hand now. He has no right to ask to be my friend again.

Looking at his wide back while he's dragging me with him, makes me realize that I've always been left behind him. No matter how hard I tried to run and reach him, I never got a peek at his face. Enzo was always nice to me, smiling at me, and he cared about me, but without valorizing me. Maybe I was kinda subscribed to a free trial of Enzo's Bright Side, but I got cut off that night.