It was a Saturday. An excused day for the procrastinators. Following stress from school related activities. I was in my room laying stomach down on my bed, my ankles were flimsily hanging from the box spring, that was partially detatched from the framework. My hands race across the screen, I can only say honestly that I have grown accustomed to text work, and I can easily text my friends within a minute. A very great skill to own. Unlike many of my other skills including fishing, bird watching and hide and go seek, texting is useful for an obsessed city boy like myself.
"Jaro, hola?" My mother calls after she has just entered the screen door to our well earned house.
"Sí, mama" I reply. She leaves me alone for another hour.
We have moved illegally from Honduras. Actually, my parents have moved illegally, I am a certified American. My mother knows little to no English and my papa is a white lawyer. Papa was visiting Honduras on vacation but got lost on his way to the airport, wound up in an authentic neighborhood. Found mama and stayed awhile, until he knew enough Spanish to ask where the airport was. During that period I guess mama and papa fell in love. It's a tricky situation that my Papa works for the law, but is constantly disrespecting it. He says he has to earn enough money to bail him out of jail once he legally certifies him and mama as Americans.
I hear a shrill bell sound. I pound down the stairs And unlatch the locks to see Aura standing there. I smile at her and welcome her inside. She gives me a weak nod and steps inside. I can feel her tension building up. My guilt and her anger form a bubble of emotion around us. She can be such a drama queen sometimes, I think.
"Hey, Jaro"
"Hey," I reply "Aura, babe, what's up?"
She smirks. I know the answer already, but she mumbles something anyways. She is mad at me for leaving for Honduras tomorrow. I am visiting Nanna and Abu. I will miss her debut for some beauty thing. I honestly don't care about her shallow beauty life, that kinda stuff is not why I fell for her.
"Well, I just wanted to say goodbye" she glares.
"Bye, my love"
We make out in the doorway, I check to make sure mama is not peaking on us from behind the cupboards that lead to our kitchen, where I can hear her opening the fridge. Aura's soft lips press hard against mine. Kissing always makes me uncomfortable, but it seems like the only reason Aura isn't dating my friend, Marc. The last time we made out at my house mama video taped the whole thing, and Aura broke up with me for 36 hours.
"I will miss you"
"Me too"
I close the door softly behind Aura. And think about what I have done.
