Carefully, your Alex

First Sunday

My mother, she's the first person I see every day. I don't use an alarm, why should I? My mother wakes me up in the sweetest way and cheers me up to start a new day at school. Except for the weekends. Those days I do whatever I want.

This Sunday, a Sunday just like any other, I woke up way too early. I grabbed my phone, it was 10:30. Yes, I know, it's too early for someone who usually sleeps until 12. I don't know what happened yesterday when I went to go to bed that early, sorry, in fact I do remember, I want these bags under my eyes to go away and nothing works. Next weekend I'll just go to bed late.

It was currently 11 a.m. and the house  was too quiet, so I decided to take my dog out for a walk. Usually we just ignore each other. Bruu (that's the name of my dog, my sister is very original and chic and Bruu is a very chic name, just bullshit.) showed me his usual route, the one he does with his super chic owner. We come up to a park and he stops, looking up at me expectantly. We looked around at the other dogs who ran around. I then looked back at hom to find that he was looking at me the same way he was a few seconds ago and sigh. I take the leash off of him.  He started to run in less than a second, it was his goal and I never understood dogs. I sat in a bench, increased the volume of the music, which I listened as always with my headphones on. We had a great relationship, she understood me.

In certain moment of my life I usually hide inside myself. By this I mean that I think, a question leads to another and it all begins, It's a vicious circle, some smoke cigarettes, other use drugs. I think, sometimes it's worse than drugs, you can never get rid of your mind. Someone took my left headphone off.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I complained.

"I'm whatever I want. Now, leave."

"You..." I pointed at him with my finger to scare him, but he was the scary one, well, intimidating. "Hey dude, what the fuck are you thinking?"

He pulled my finger aside and not too carefully.

"You are on my bench. Now, leave."

"Sorry, didn't know it was your property" I replayed.

"Look kiddo, you don't know what you are talking about. You better leave now."

"Oh, is your name written somewhere on this bench? Or what?"

The guy stood up, his leather jacket made him look more dangerous. What's with his attitude? I hope the cigarette he has on his ear lights up, so it burns his black hair. It was too black to be real. He was not only self-centered, he was also dyed, anything else?

"Get your ass off of my bench" I stared at him, who the hell did he think he was? He tapped me with his boots, he was lucky I liked his boots. He's desperate. "Come on, not only you are stupid, you are also slow, stand up and you'll see that this bench is mine." I stood up because I wanted, not because he told me and with a terrible calligraphy, it said: << THIS BENCH BELONGS TO ALEX.>> I understood what was written on the bench because I'm good with hieroglyphs.

"You wrote it or was a 5 year-old-boy who did it?"

"Stupid, slow and jealous. It's an excellent calligraphy." Maybe it wasn't that bad. "Now, leave."

"You are lucky I had to go, nice to meet you, Alex." He didn't even look at me. He sat in the upper part of the bench. Grabbed a cigarette and lit it up.

"Selfish, smoke, and..."

"You still here?"

"Asshole..." He looked at me this time.

"What did you just call me"

"Oh, come on. You can't listen to it on repeat. Those words are my property. Listen carefully next time."

He half-smiled. I got to see his brown eyes behind those black eyelashes, what a crappy look. They could, at least, be green.

"Good one Martins."

"You'd better go home, now.

I was on the couch. That Alex guy intrigued me, but I was proud of myself. I had been able to handle the situation perfectly. Someone rang the bell. I opened the door. There he was, Alex.

"What are you doing...?

"You forgot your dog."

"Fuck. Fuck. Mmmm thanks, I guess. Bruu get in."

"Bruu"
"My..."
"Your sister." He always had to interrupt me.

"How do you know...?"

"Everybody knows where your sister lives."

"Right. Thanks for bringing the dog back. You are still being idiot."
I closed the door. My sister. She was everywhere.