10 Years.

Burning lights.

We came back to Joe and me's flat with Paul.
I made him sit in the living room and went to bring some alcohol and bandages.
Joe was discretly laughing at Paul's complains that it was burning.
" Stop moving!"
" But it fuckin' hurt!"
" No one even told you to fight that big fat cunt."
" I did it for you.. "
" Thanks but I can defend myself."
He stayed silent for a moment before grabbing his jacket and standing up.
" I'm going home. Thanks for the bandages."
I knew at this exact moment that I hurted his feelings.
Joe and I accompanied him near the door, waiting for the cab we called to come.
We were sitting on the bench facing the block.
" Joe can you let us alone for a moment? " Paul asked
Joe seemed unhappy with it but left anyway, while I was desperatly looking at him with hopeless eyes.
" That moment at the concert, The Kiss, it doesn't represent anything to you right? "
"Well, you didn't had to hurt yourself for me, I was perfectly able to handle the situation.
It does, really. If I didn't I wouldn't have tell him that I was lucky to have a caring handsome man and that I.. I..."
I looked down and sighed with frustration.
The introverted me couldn't admit it.
He stopped my thoughts by gently grabbing my face with a hand and passing his other one in my hair, locking his soft warm lips to mines.
It lasted an eternity or maybe some seconds, before a klaxon would bring us back to reality.
Some minutes ago I didn't want to look him in the eyes, now I didn't want to let him go.

I locked the door and went upstairs to take a hot shower before hiding to my room.
Joe wasn't in the living room, and his room was pretty calm so I assumed that he was already sleeping.
I dried my hair and went to my bed.
I was thinking about this night when I heard someone opening my room's door.
The person did three steps in the dark before literally hugging the ground.
I turned out to see Joe trying to recompose himself.
" What's wrong with you, making such noise at this time of the night?"
He grinned and came sitting in the floor near my bed.
" Still mad at me?"
" No.."
" You sure?"
" Yes."
" Really really? "
" oh my God Joe you're annoying I'm not mad at you and never been otherwise I would put fire in your room or something, now let me sleep."
He calmly laughed, lent a kiss in my cheek and was going back to his room.
" Hey hey Joe did it hurt?"
" When I fell from heaven?"
" No when you almost crushed on the floor some minutes ago." I laughed my guts off.
" Yeah yeah laugh at me. I saw you kissing that handsome bastard anyway." He said while closing the door.  Lucky him, the pillow I threw didn't reach him.