The Wheel

2. Miguel

"Do you want to say something to the camera, David?" I said, smiling.

"Yes," he said discontentedly. "Why are you always recording us? Isn't your hard disk full of your videos yet?"

"Come on, man," I laughed, "many years from now you will be gladly watching my videos."

"Yeah," he shook his head skeptically, averting his gaze from the camera, "I have a huge collection of home videos at home. Sometimes I'm tempted to throw all of them away, but my parents are against it."

"You are a bad boy, David."

"And you're 'an angel from above', Miguel."

"I don't know. Aren't you bored with swinging here? Let's go inside!"

"I'll go," he dusted off his light-blue shirt, "but only to get Emma. She is sitting there alone in that noisy crowd. Miguel, turn off your camera and stop recording me."

"No, it's the dirt on you! If you don't start having fun, I'll send it to your parents right away."

"Screw you," a smile finally appeared on David's face, "do you have nothing else to do?"

"What do you mean I have nothing else to do? I'm recording all of you here. You'll thank me in the future for saving these moments."

A second later I turned the camera to the side: a red pickup truck was pulling up on the driveway. Oh, the angry jock is back!

"Help Michael with the food and booze that he brought" David pointed at the red pickup truck. "I would help him, but he's so grumpy today, as always, actually. So I'd rather not talk to him. But shhh!"

"Okay, I won't tell him you are afraid of him!" I shouted a little.

A wallflower David turned around and looked at me in shock.

"Be quiet," he hissed. "I'm not afraid of him. I just don't want to confront a gold medalist in boxing. I try not to talk to him at all."

"Because you are afraid of him."

David shook his head and moved towards the house.

"It's enough, Miguel, leave me alone, please. I'd better go and get Emma out of that noisy hell."