The Friend (English)

The Model

Jupiter was asked for a shoot at the beach. Last week when we were walking over the boulevard a stranger came up to us and told Jupiter she was a perfect model. I couldn't agree with him more. She was beautiful in a precious way.

So she asked me to come with her that Wednesday to her fist shoot.

Her: If Ezra hears about this. He is defiantly going to beg for me.

I hated to talk about Ezra, like he was a god. Like he was the only one Jupiter could ever love.

Me: So you are still not over him?
Her: No, how can I forget that sixpack.

She laugh, but I couldn't.

Ezra didn't know how blessed he was to be with someone like Jupiter. Yet still he wouldn't see how much luck he had.

Her: Believe me, in a week, when these pictures will be revealed to the word, he we call me.
Me: If you say so.

When her make-up was done, they brought Jupiter to the set.

She had to lay on the sand, walk along the water and stare mysteriously in to the camera.
Every picture was spontaneity spontaneously beautiful.

After the shoot we decided to have some drinks on the boulevard.

Her: How did I do it?
Me: You were amazing.
Her: I told you I would crash it. Trust me, I give him a week.

A week later the pictures were in several magazines and Jupiter's instagram followers went from 267 to 524. It was madness.

But Jupiter didn't seem to care. The whole time she would check her phone. But even after nine whole days Ezra still hadn't called her.

It drove her crazy and that evening she knocked on my door. Tears running down her face.

Her: He doesn't want me.

She screamed her face totally wet of all the tears.

I let her in. Let her cry on my shoulder until she went home for dinner. But while I was sitting at the table eating the rice my mom had cooked I felt this strange feeling inside of me.

Me: I have to go.

I said, without an explanation. I took my jacket and made my way outside. I ran over the sidewalk, making my way to the next neighbourhood.

I knew it was foolish, it was far, maybe half an hour, but I didn't stop until I saw the house at the end of the street. The house the apple tree in front yard.

I rang the doorbell.

Ezra: Destinee?
Me: You don't know how lucky you are?

I screamed but I did not care if someone could hear me.

I was furious.

Ezra: Destinee, what are you doing here?
Me: Do you even realized or are you too stupid?
Ezra: Realize what?
Me: That she loves you.

He looked confused.

Me: You really don't care do you. You don't know how happy you should be, that someone like her, loves you. You are an asshole and you don't deserve her, but still, you get her.
Ezra: Jealous?

I hesitated for a moment.

He put on the face he had put on whenever he stole my lunch in 5th grade.

Me: No. I just want to look out for her.
Ezra: You don't have too. Boys are made to do things like that, so please leave her alone. She will never like you. Jupiter is not an lesbian and if she was. You would not be here type. I wonder if you are anybodies type.

He laughed.

Me: Please don't treat her the way you treat me.
Ezra: Trust me, I won't.

I wished I could believed his words, but I couldn't.

Ezra: Go and never come back. If I will see you even near her, looking at her boobs, fantasizing dirty thoughts, I will tell her, and we both know that won't be good news for you.

He didn't knew, for me, it wasn't about boobs or dirty fantasies. For me it was about love. I loved her. Really loved her. More than he could ever love anybody. But I knew if I wouldn't be careful, I could loose the love she felt for me. And I rather was liked as a friend, than as a freak, she would be afraid of.

So I walked away.

Without even looking back, while tears filled up the corners of my eyes.