Saying I'm nervous, is a misunderstood. I'm not nervous, I'm not afraid, I'm not anxious. I'm happy.
I dream about this day since I started talking to that red dyed hair boy, but I never thought it would really happen. Or if it did someday, not so soon.
We started talking a month and a week ago. Just a month. Five weeks. What's five weeks in a life? Nothing.
Although, this boy, this special boy is flying half of the world to see me.
I think it's insane.
So fucking insane but I feel so special. I do feel special. How could I not feel special when someone is doing this big for me?
He told me if he didn't come this week, he would come after his tour. But he didn't want to wait 10 months.
But maybe that's what he should've done.
Wait just more 10 months so we could finally meet. It would turn this entire situation less awkward.
We would be even more friends and even more close.
But Michael is a stubborn bitch and he wanted to visit me now.
Although how much I think this too soon, too stupid, too everything, I couldn't say no to him or no don't come, I don't want you to come. Because if I said that, I would be lying to him and myself.
"Carolina." Nat calls my name in a warning tone making me turn my head to face her.
"Natália." I say her name in the same tone she said mine.
"Is this guy really coming?" She asks and I nod. "Don't you think it's strange?"
"What do you mean?"
"C, he's in Australia, you talk for only a month and he's flying half of the world to see you." She tells me.
"Tell me something I didn't know yet, please." I roll my eyes and she sighs impatiently.
"Carolina, admit it. It's stupid." She says harshly.
"It might be stupid, but I don't really care."
"Still stupid." She scoffs.
"And I still don't give a single fuck, ok?" I'm sick of this stupid conversation already.
Nat have been telling me the same things since I told her Michael was coming to spend a week in Portugal. In other words, she's been saying the same bullshit for an entire week.
"He probably is not even coming." She blurts out.
"You're right." I nod. "But I do not care." I cross my arms over my chest.
"Sorry, I'm here now." Rikki enters in her room, closing the door behind her and walks to her bed where Nat and I are sat down.
"So..." She sits on the bed across me. "Are you going alone?" She asks and I nod in response.
"Raquel, please, tell this stubborn bitch this is stupid and not normal." Nat says angrily and I roll my eyes.
"Honey," Rikki turns her gaze to me and grabs my hand. "Do you really thing this is a good idea?" She asks sweetly and kindly making me sigh in annoyance and take my hand off her grip.
"Yes. What's your problem?" I ask setting up from the bed. "Is it because he's 20 and I'm 17? Or is it because he's famous? Are you jealous because I have a friend who doesn't mind to cross half of the world just to see me? Are you saying I'm not worth it?" I start yelling and pacing around the room.
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