We Should Talk. (Book One)

Nothing.

"Hey, stranger." I hear, opening my eyes and realizing there is someone in my room.

Horacio.

I look at my digital clock sitting beside me in the table stand and see it's one forty seven AM.

He closes the window door from where he came from, stumbles on my carpet and sits on my bed.

"I don't think I can be mad at Gus for much longer. I mean, we do live together." He continues, as I turn the lights on and sit on the bed with my back to the wall. "Plus the twin thing."

I stare at him. "I won't be upset if you do. I figured you couldn't stay mad at him forever."

"Neither can you, you know."

I sigh. "He can live without me."

"Well, I can't. And we're twins. So don't be so sure."

For some reason I blush when he says that.

"I'm sure you could if you had a really good reason like I do."

"Nope. Not even for a week." He says, this time making me notice his breath.

"Are you drunk?" I ask.

He smiles in a tipsy way. "No. Yes. I don't know. Probably." He laughs. "I think so."

I laugh. "I think so too."

I sit beside him and touch his shoulder.

So that's why he's saying this. Ace gets way too honest when he's drunk.

But we try not to take any advantage of it. It wouldn't be fair.

It's like me when I sleepwalk at night sometimes, I would want to start saying everything I've been keeping to myself for a reason to just any person out there.

"Let me get you some water. You're gonna be so hungover tomorrow."

He leans over and kisses me.

I lean out.

"What the hell Ace?!"

He sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean for our first kiss to come out like that. Shit!"

"Our first kiss? As in the first of many?"

"Well, that's what first means."

"Ace. You're insane."

He spins his head, as if the room were turning upside down making him dizzy. And then he stops and smiles, still dizzy. "Oh, come on, Tobes. You know. You know we'd be genius together. You also know how irresistible you are, and that I am only a human being, immune to your charm."

I don't know what scares me more: The words coming out of his mouth or the fact that he still speaks like a college professor even when he's drunk.

Probably the words, though. "I'm gonna get you some water and then you're gonna sleep over. Your mom can't see you like this."

"What about your dad?"

"He's in the hospital for the night shift today and the whole day tomorrow. Don't worry."

He moans.

"But I wanna kiss yooooouuuu."

"Ace, stop saying that! You can get drunk all you want but stop saying bullshit. I don't have patience for your stupid comments."

"But it's true! I've been wanting to kiss you for a loooooong time."

I sigh sharply and push him on my bed for him to lie down.