Maybe...?

CHAPTER 22

This is an awkward situation.

I'm sitting beside Richard, and Lucas is sitting beside Luis.

We're around a square table, having dinner already.

After knowing that the other child of the house was Mr. Fuck boy, I literally wanted to suicide myself.

WHY DESTINY?

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?

I observe the soup of my round plate. It looks delicious, but it's hard to eat it If you have six eyes looking at you.

Well, Luis has glasses so I guess that they are eight, right?

No?

Bad joke.

Okay, I'm nervous, leave me alone.

"And... guys you say that you knew each other already?" Richard asks.

I nod.

"Yes, and we're really good friends." He says.

It's cool the fact that I wasn't drinking the soup because I would have choked myself until die.

"Hey, I hate you If you've forgotten that." I aware.

"She likes to joke a lot." "She likes me."

"You're insane," I tell him standing up.

"Lea, calm yourself." Says Luis.

"Sorry..." I sit again.

Lucas winks at me while he's drinking his soup.

I hesitate.

UGH.

"I don't want to turn this into an uncomfortable conversation, but guys, we have to set some rules." They say.

"We're listening." Lucas declares.

"Stop talking for me." I gaze him irritated.

"Well, first. We don't want bad habits here. Someone will have to do the laundry, for example, every weekend, and other will have to do it the other days. Okay?"

We both nod at the same time.

"Second. No bad words inside this house."

"That will be hard for Lea, she's like the living dictionary of bad words."

"Oh, shut your fucking mouth up." I roll my eyes, too late to know that I've already said that word.

"And three. We don't want any love-relationship between... you two."

"What? HE... AND ME? REALLY? THAT WILL NEVER EVER HAPPEN."

"Who knows." Benjamin says laying on his chair, pleased.

"See? So, yeah, no kisses or other things like that. You're now like brother and sister."

"Got it?"

"Totally," I say.

I see them walk away, toward the living room.

I wash the dishes tonight.

While I'm taking them to the kitchen, I see him behind me.

I put the plates on the sink and with the soap I start to make bubbles when I rub the spoons.

"But, yeah, I like Game Of Thrones." He murmurs. "And that's full of incest."

I close my eyes.

Tired.

Of.

His.

Foolishness.

And with all the intentions, I begin to splash water towards him.

"Oh, you want to play that game right?"

And I see him wetting my hair within a second of doubt.

We continue showering each other, util Luis and Richard come.

"I'm aware that's not going to end in a kiss." Luis says worried. "Stop and go back to wash the dishes.

What the hell happened to me?