It has been two weeks since that night we spent it together, now we talk daily since we wake-up till we go to bed, everything we do the other has to know, Andrea didn’t talk to me except one time and I didn’t try to talk to her. How can she make him sad? My feelings for him are growing but it must be kept as a secret, Hidden.
I wake-up by the sound of my phone, I like that song a lot, You’re the one by Elliot Yamin , the song we danced on and agreed that it would be ‘Our Song’.
“Waky waky” Oscar shouts on the phone
“Why are shouting?”
“You got a beautiful sleepy voice.”
I think he knows that my cheeks are red now. “ok,Thanks.”
“Wear some clothes and let’s go out now.”
“Now? It’s…..uh 9 am”
“so? C’mon please!”
“say Pwease” I can’t hold the laugh
“What Alana Ruiz?”
“PWEASE!!”
“ok ok ! PWEAAAASEEEE” so do he , he couldn’t keep the laugh
“Fine, meet you after 20 minutes.”
“Great.”
Then he hang up, I get out of bed, have a shower, brush my teeth and hair, wear a white floral tank and jeans. I didn’t bother myself to have a breakfast I’ll have a one with him.
20 minutes and he shows up , he is wearing a v-neck black t-shirt and black jeans, the smile he had once is now faded, He’s upset from something maybe that’s why he called me.
“What happened?” I ask with a worried voice
“what?!”
“Why are you upset? What happened?” I ask again with the same voice
“How did you know there was something?”
“ ‘cause I know you and can see it in your eyes”
“Get in and when we arrive to our destination I’ll tell you everything.”
“ok”
The ride is too awkward and we didn’t say anything, he looks so sad I’ve never seen him like that before, the only thing I’m thinking about what made his smile fade even for seconds, it must be something important and not easy. The sound of my phone pull me out of my thoughts as I pick up I regret.
“Hey, Andrea. Long time no calls.”
“Are you with Oscar? Or talked to him today, yesterday, any other day?!” she says in the same aggressive way
“uhhh…no”
“Great, don’t talk to him” she hang up before I say something
I look from the window to find a park full of trees and beautiful flowers and there’s kids playing and having fun without regretting.
“Do you want to stay in the car or walk outside?” he says as he park the car in the lot
“walk outside”
It’s so beautiful, everything in the park is beautiful, perfect, maybe?. But all of these things didn’t make me forget why we are here or what’s going on with him. I try to speak but once again he speaks first.
“What would you do if you’re mad or upset?”
I try to search for an answer as we walk further into the park or it’s some kind of wood .
