The ride

CHAPTER 4

VICTOR

I woke up on the same bed from of yesterday. I couldn't remember actually going to sleep, but somehow here I am. Cole was sleeping on the floor. I thought he must have gone crazy, because that bed had a lot of space. I checked the time and jumped a little surprised. 18h20. We really needed to get some rest.

I was feeling really better now. I also saw that the money that I had left before on the bed was next to me. Cole didn't want the money, but I was with him, he must accept it. When he wakes up I'll talk to him.

I sat on the bed and started using my laptop. Writing. I always loved to read and wanted to write something, but my creativity wasn't enough, now I write though. It is not the time to show to anyone what I write, so to prevent someone snooping around my things, I write in different languages each part.

Yes. People usually think that I am dumb and stupid because I can't exactly express myself the way they do – talking. But I can understand them more than they think I do, not really their emotions by just looking at them though. Actually, people come to me every now and then asking me for advice. From where I am, I'm known from being as honest as I can be and looking through every point of view. Sometimes they think I am being rude, but they asked for me to say what I think! Quem fala o que quer, escuta o que não quer, I always repeat it to the people who know me and more importantly, I repeat it to myself to remember that the truth is always better, no matter what. Yeah, I have learned it in the hard way...

"Good morning gray man", Cole said, taking me back to reality again. Gray man? What the hell?

"Good afternoon,", I corrected him, "Ginger", I said with a grin.

"No cool man... Call me everything you want but Ginger", he begged a little angry.

"Uh, okay. But don't call me 'gray man'. It's not gray, it's platinum. And 'gray man' looks like I'm a sad man", I bargained.

"But your hair is so cool! I mean, look at this clumsy gray hair with this unshaven black beard. Oh, I'll just call you 'goldfish'. Why, you must be wondering. I mean, look at your eyes. Yellow-ish. Wow, you must be really good with the girls, right?", he simply said. That's what I liked most in people: saying what they think. And it is true that Cole pays attention to the physical appearance. He just described me before and now. I haven't really looked at his appearance, just his red hair. He's actually pretty handsome... Lucky bastard.

And that's true, the contrast between my almost white - but natural, shall I add - hair and black beard were good on my face, not to mention my amber eyes, I was always told that it was an extra charm, so I think it must be good, right?

"Actually no", I replied. "Usually I'm good with boys. Specially the hockey players", I teased, making him shift a little. His face from my joke was priceless, but I could tell he knew I was messing with him.

"What? You're gay? Dude, you don't look like the... I mean, you're way too handsome to be gay, I mean, not in a gay way, you're manlier than the other gays I know", he corrected himself, or tried... "Girls must be very upset when they find it out, eh?", he asked confused, sitting on the floor in front of me. But he was more surprised than any other thing.

Although I hated this kind of commentary, I didn't want to fight with him plus I was very interested in the way he talked about me or looked at me. First it was on that hockey rink, and now here we are. "I'm sorry, but do you think I should be gayer?", I said amused, trying to avoid other thoughts, making him laugh.

"That's your choice.", he said with a smile, "I'm going to eat something then we can continue our trip. Are you hungry?"

"Yep.", I nodded and followed him.