Seasons of Love || Richard Camacho

12

March 26th

I can't believe my ears. Kat just keeps talking about how wrong my lifestyle is and she doesn't seem to care about the fact that she's telling all of this shit to some boys we've only met yesterday. 'I think you should grow up and be normal.' There's this word again. 'Listen up Katarina. You don't have the right to decide what's normal in this world and what's not, okay? I am a grown up and at least I've got the decency to not tell someone else's private shit to 5 strangers. You know what, I am fucking done with you.'  Before she can speak, I get up and get out of the ugly tea house. Who the fuck does she think she is. 'Summer?!' He comes running towards me and I want to throw a bench towards his perfect face. 'Just leave me alone Rick, I don't need more people talking about me like I'm a fucking child, okay?' He chuckles and shakes his head. 'Not gonna do that. And it's Richard, by the way.' I sigh and sit down on the bench. 'You know, this is exactly why I didn't want friends in my life. It only makes things difficult. I don't need opinions or people caring about me.' 'You don't have any friends?' 'Listen up Ricardo, we only met a few hours ago. Don't expect me to tell you shit about myself just because you are incredibly handsome.' He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. 'I just want to help, you know. Katarina really seemed very worried. People who care are good additions to your life.' 'Honestly Ricardo, I don't need anything. My life is pretty fucking good at the moment.' 'Richard.' 'I'm going home.' 'This really wasn't how I expected our hanging out to turn out, I am sorry Summer.' 'Maybe it's for the better.' 'Can I at least bring you to your house?' I sigh. 'Yeah sure, but no more talking about feelings or people or anything.'

We talk about Amsterdam and about things he should see before he leaves. We don't talk about how he met his friends. "Because we're not talking about people." Richard used my own words against me and I just laugh. I tell him they should rent water bikes or maybe just normal bikes. Or go to the Banana Bar or see any show near the Red Light District. He laughs and tells me Erick is probably too young to go there. 'Well you took him to a club yesterday, which is not allowed either.'
He tells me that his group is going out again tonight and that they made a deal with the bouncer that he would let Erick in if he promised not to consume alcohol. Just as I'm about to tell him that I'll be going to the same club as yesterday, a bright flash almost blinds me. I stumble back and Richard's arm is behind my back. 'What the...?' Without saying anything, he grabs my hand and pulls me with him when he starts running. 'What are we doing? We lost him?' I say after a while. He starts laughing like a crazy person and it's contagious. I start laughing too and we only stop running because we're at my front door. 'That was nice.' He has a really nice smile. But that is not the reason for people to make photo's of him. 'You are coming up and you are going to tell me what the fuck just happened.'