You Moved In

Clearly Upset pt 2

After going back upstairs, I notice that I have nothing to sleep in. Great. I go back downstairs to do the best that I can: complain. Once going back down, I stand in an upset position and cross my arms.

"I have nothing to sleep in," I groan.

"Then take one of my sister's clothes and then sleep in that," he says and looks back on his phone.

"No!" I yell, "I'm not just gonna steal-"

"It's not stealing if I give you permission," he smiles.

"I want to strangle you right now," I say, "you know, just wrap my hands around your neck and squeeze."

"Then do it," he teases.

"Why?"

"Because you said you wanted to," he winks.

That strangling idea is looking real good right about now. "Can you just please please find something for me to sleep in." I say with puppy eyes.

"Fine." He rolls his eyes, "come on." He goes upstairs and I follow behind him. He opens his closet door and digs through, "here." He says and throws me a light gray t-shirt, "and... here." He turns and throws me thin, flannel pants.

"What are these?" I ask.

"A pair of clean clothes that I sleep in," he answers.

"So what will you be sleeping in," I ask embarrassed.

"Naked." He says with a straight face, "I'm kidding, I have my own."

"Once again, my hands, your neck."

"I think it's cute how you want to hurt me so badly, or at least say you do," he smiles and picks up an envelope off the floor.

"I'm not cute." I say.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"No you aren't," he says quickly.

"Yes I am," I get fooled, "dammit!"

"I got you," he laughs.

I look on the back of the shirt. It has some Spanish writing from marker on it, but I can't read it.

"What's this say?" I ask, "I don't understand it."

"That's because it's in Catalan," he answers and takes the shirt, "my first language."

"Really?"

"Well, I was learning both at the same time so I don't really remember which one came first." He says.

"Why do you speak Catalan?" I ask.

"Because in the Spanish province of Catalonia, we speak Catalan." He answers, "like in Barcelona."

"Oh, what's it say."

"It's from my friends," he answers, "that's one is from my friend Alejandro and it says 'have fun'. That one is from my cousin, Consuelo, and it says 'please stay safe out there'. There's a lot more but they're all goodbye messages basically.

"Oh." I say and he hands me back the shirt, "then why were you speaking Spanish we I was here a few days ago?

"Because we usually along speak it when we have people who only speak it around. Just go into the bathroom to get changed," he says and continues to clean up the mess that is his room.

"Okay," I nod and leave.

I go into the bathroom and take off today's clothes and throw on the clothes Miguel gave me. This bra is freaking killing me! The bathroom is large and has a wall in shower the size of my room itself! After changing I look in the large, golden mirror and the clothes are huge on me, like it's a freaking dress! I have to roll up the pants so they don't drag on the floor when I walk.