Finding Love

Chapter 4

1º de julho (July 1st)

The semester passed and little things have changed. Vic and I were inseparable. The butterflies in my stomach every time she touched me hasn't changed, the laughter, the moments, the unpretentious looks, the secrets, the phone calls ... None of this has changed. I was starting to think that this were never stop. It was like a mixed feeling that never goes away.

We did several tests. We study together for most of them and get along equally well in all. We passed with an average up there, everything was hitting. The only thing that I couldn't change was the feeling that something was misplaced, things were still out of order and for the first time in my life, I didn't know how to fix that. I didn't know, I couldn't, I didn't want to ... I could not admit.

The semester ended and the holiday began. Both of us were super excited, combining thousands of things, in our agenda there was no night free. And without realizing I was even more addicted to that beautiful smile that Vic had. My brain insisted that everything was normal, but my heart, and the crazy beat ir had insisted in telling me that everything was different now.

On the very first day of our holidays we were going to a new club that had opened with friends of our College. No Carlinhos or shadows of the past, the evening would be ours. Much more "ours" that I could ever imagine.

Jeans, red high heels, a black shirt with red print leaving my lap a little shows. Makeup worthy of attention, imported perfume, earrings and rings. Dressed to kill.

Vic was not behind. She was with a short skirt, a boot of long pipe and black high jump with some details in red choir. A colored shirt, untied hair and a pretty lace that finished accurately where the breasts joined. Beautiful.

It was not normal, but this time we didn't drive. We knew we would drink, so Vic and I went by taxi and then we would sleep at my house. Just for practical purposes. Crowded place, even bigger queue, a lot of people known, many friends, smiles and laughter, good night vibe. I was starting to forget the feeling that something was out of place. I began to see things in a positive way. Less crazy, more enjoyable.

As usual, we didn't face line. We entered direct considering our names were on the VIP list. Inside was already on fire. Beautiful people, loud music, dance floor full and the bar with two empty seats waiting for us. As agreed to start the evening, two shots of tequila.

Tequila is the kind of drink that can destroy your night or turn everything in the best night of your life. It goes as fire, leaving a trail wherever it passes. Tequila is like the passion you know? Burn, burn, can take you out of the course, but can't live without.

We were happy and ecstatic, like I haven't felt in a long time. I wasn't worrying about anything, not with college or feeling much less with unknown sensations that roamed my body. That night I knew that I could blame the tequila for everything that might happens. I was satisfied with this theory and anxious with the possibilities that my mind were creating for me.

The dance floor was hot as hell, sweat dripped, the music cradled me and the night was at the best moment. Vic was dancing very close to me, close enough that every move she made with her body, she always touched me and in every touch my heart insisted on speeding up. But as I said, I liked the idea to blame on the tequila.

For those who don't know, when you go out to a club, there's some rules. One of them is that when you go out to dance, the drunks that will be behind you to try to kiss you is part of the game! Actually we usually have fun with them, but only to laugh later. That moment we didn't want more than just dance until our bodies stop.

With some sexy hip hop playing, Vic pulled me by the waist and fitted her legs between mines to dance together. It was normal to do this sort of thing, but my heart insisted in remember me that with Vic, normal had a difference meaning.