Chapter 4 - Que Desgraciaitos Son
And then I heard a noise.
"Hmm?" I thought.
It's good that it happened; that inner dialogue and thought-soliloquy was getting a bit too angry. Politics really gets me pissed.
I decided to get up and see what the noise was all about. Going back to... past experiences, I couldn't just laze about until... something would happen.
Plus, I have had my fill for flamenco. For now, at least.
I exited my "room." And went to the kitchen. The noise came from somewhere that's in close proximity with the kitchen.
"Hello?" I said aloud. "Hello?"
Nothing was happening. Nothing. I mean, of course - if it was a raccoon that had just made that noise, it wasn't going to pop out of the trash can and come into my presence and say "oh, I'm sorry. I was just doing some spring cleaning. Don't mind me!" Wouldn't it?
Exiting the kitchen, I looked to the place next to the kitchen: the dining room.
Surely I would find where the noise came from, right?
Well, I did.
"Oh, sweet cakes!" she said.
"What are you doing over here?" I asked.
She let out a sigh.
"Well, I guess the surprise has been discovered." she said.
She then moved out of the way and exited the dining table, and I saw something sitting on a chair by the very back of the dining room that I couldn't believe I was seeing.
I let out a big gasp.
"Happy birthday, sweet cakes!" she said.
It had already been 2 days past my birthday by this point, but, as a belated birthday present, this was the best gift I could've ever received: a classical guitar, imported from Spain.
"Vandal..." I uttered: "Is this serious?"
"You better believe it! (Masha ~ aged 23)" she said.
She then embraced me the sweetest embrace, lifted me up in the air, and although we were simple, upper-middle class girls living out in a small city in Connecticut, this made me feel like the only girl in the world. I think I fell in love with her all over again, and she to me.
We, for a little bit of time, danced and laughed, until we decided to just simply cease.
"Oh, Vandal." I said. "This... really didn't have to be my gift, didn't it?"
"Why not?" Vandal asked.
"...Well, first of all, it's expensive." I said. "$900 for a freakin' guitar? It's almost too much, isn't it?"
"You're worth more than that to me." Vandal said. "You are worth more than a guitar from Spain, Josephina."
"...Ok. (Vee ~ aged 23)" I said.
I was trembling, overflowing with emotion. And before I knew it, I reached in for a kiss; I made the first move.
Vandal responded then with pushing my hair over so she could touch my face.
...It's almost antithetical, isn't it? Our relationship is almost awkwardly antithetical. Here am I, a simple girl from the countryside, who grew up with Pierce the Veil, with a raspy, almost constantly-breaking voice; and here's her, a cool person who's a hero, who saved me from discrimination.
Moreover, we can't even have children; we're both women... I mean, I did joke once to Rose that in the event myself and Vandal wanted a child, we could borrow Wolff, her husband, as a means to that end. Through the medium of... you know. But she only laughed, and talked me out of it.
Wolff responded in the same way that Rose did: laughed about it, then talked me out of borrowing him, Rose's partner, as a means to that end.
"All of Wolff belongs to her; all of Rose belongs to him;" that's what both Wolff and Rose told me when I joked to them about the eventual possibility of us both wanting children in the future. This meant we had to look elsewhere.
Furthermore, we're still young. (Ah! Denial, I see. - Denno) We're looking to the future maybe a bit too far-sightedly.
We should probably enjoy life while it's still enjoyable.
Anyway, it's almost like we shouldn't even exist, as a collective entity. Yet here we are, smooching on a couch Lorna bought us.
We decided to democratically-exchange spit on the couch for a long time after that. Until we decided to stop whenever.
"Kissing is more fun when you're lying down on a couch, isn't it?" I asked.
"Maybe." Vandal responded. "It's more fun kissing with someone... you... want to spend your life with, Josephina..."
"There you go again, sweet-talking me." I said. "You know what that does to me, right?"
"At least we're not married." Vandal said.
"At least we're both women." I said. "More chances of us not accidentally getting pregnant, you know?"
"Yeah!" Vandal said. "And I, truth be told, am not ready for a choice and a commitment as serious as marriage yet. Although, right now? I'm considering spending my whole life with someone who talks about politics and music with colloquial vernacular and complex sentencing."
"Oh, you!" I joked.
I looked over my surroundings while I was laid down with Vandal, and glanced over the clock and then realized that it's 10:32.
"It's 10 already?!" I exclaimed.
"Yup." Vandal said. "You've been in your room - probably - listening to Camaron de la Isla's collaborations with Paco de Lucia, and mumbling to yourself about the political history and international affairs of North Korea, South Korea, and Japan, for about 6 hours.
I think you've also unconsciously journaled. Again."
"5 hours?!" I reacted.
"Mmm, 5 ½, give or take." Vandal responded.
"Wow, time does fly when you're preoccupied." I said.
"Doing nothing at all." Vandal joked.
"Oh, you." I responded.
