Tú Eres Mia. (Bad Bunny)

"Is this you?"

A month later, I was sitting in my room. It was a typical Friday night, which meant that I was sitting in my room, reading a good book and every now and then, I looked at my phone to either change the song I was listening to, or to reply to a text. Benito was still one of the only people texting me. Our date had went very well - we had gone to an amusement park by the way; I got to know him little by little and I actually started to like him. The only thing that, bothered me a little bit was that I barely knew anything about him; he had dodged a lot of topics, especially about his past relationships. We had talked about my last relationship and of course, I had wanted to know about his as well, but whenever the word 'ex-girlfriend' had been mentioned, he had frowned and immediately had changed the subject, so I had given up. I got the hint that maybe he needed some time to open up and that was completely okay for me. Biting my lip, I flipped the page in my book. Since I started to get thirsty, I put my bookmark into the book and got out of my bed. Yawning, I walked into the hallway, only to hear Spanish music blasting from the TV. Felícia was cleaning the living room and when I passed it, she was singing along and dancing around. Laughing a little, I entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. Just when I took a water bottle out of it, I heard Cia yell my name. "Casey! Oh my god! You need to see this!" she sounded excited, but shocked at the same time. Confused, I walked over to the living room to find her, pointing at the TV screen. I looked at it and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a music video and Benito was the artist of the song. "Isn't this Benito?" Cia asked shocked. "It could be, but he looks so different." I answered slowly. "Hold on, let me google this Bad Bunny guy." she then said, grabbing her laptop from the coffee table. While she was typing on the keyboard, I kept staring at the TV screen. "Listen to this: Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, born March 10, 1994, known by his stage name Bad Bunny, is a Puerto Rican and singer." she read out loud. That was his name, the birth date was the same as well, and the country was also correct. "That's him, without a doubt." I then whispered, sitting down onto the couch next to her. "Did he tell you that? I mean, you look shocked." Cia said, looking up from the screen of her laptop. "He did mention that he was making music and that it was going okay, more or less." I answered, looking at her. "More or less? Honey, that video alone has over 600 million views and Jesus above! He was streamed over 30 million times on Spotify and has over 10 million followers on that platform, and on top of that he has over 14 million followers in Instagram." she explained. I didn't know what to say nor what to think. "What?" I then asked because I couldn't believe what she was telling me there. "Girl, that dude is a star in Latin America, he literally gets paid to post a single picture on Insta and I'll be honest the songs I've heard so far, were on fire." she explained to me. I felt like my whole world was crashing down, but I needed to hear it from himself, so I quickly got up, went into my room to get my phone and headed back into the living room. "Cia, how did you find that music video anyway?" I wanted to know, while googling Benito myself. "I had a Reggeaton playlist play on youtube while cleaning and since I liked almost every song by Bad Bunny, I clicked on the first music video that came up." she shrugged. I nodded, before I took a screenshot of the Wikipedia article and sent it to Benito aka 'Bad Bunny'. 

Benito

José, Nick and I were relaxing in my backyard, when I received a text from Casey. Smiling, I reached for my phone. "His girlfriend texted him, look at how happy he gets when she does!" José teased, before taking a sip from his beer. "She's not my girlfriend." I mumbled and unlocked my phone. "What is she then?" Nick questioned, stretching. "A friend." I answered, clicking on the message. My smile faded, when I read through it. Casey had sent me a screenshot of a Wikipedia article.

Bonita🌺: Is this you?

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I started to type something, but quickly deleted it again. Shaking my head, I tried to find the right words. "What happened?" José asked as soon as he saw my face. Without saying a word, I showed the message to him. "La has cagado, Benito." he sighed, after looking at the screen of my phone. "Sí, lo sé, pero es que no sabía como decírselo." I answered, rubbing my forehead. Taking a deep breath, I replied to her message. 

Conejo🐰: Yes... I know, I should've told you, but I didn't know how to tell you... I'm sorry 😞

Bonita🌺: Didn't know how to tell me? Benito, you basically tried to hide your whole identity from me. 

Conejo🐰: I know...

Bonita🌺: I really just wanna know why. Tell me, why you thought it'd be a good idea.

Conejo🐰: I'm used to people only liking me because I'm famous and not for who I am... It was so nice that you didn't know who I was...

Bonita🌺: And you thought that my feelings towards you would've been different if I had known from the start?

Conejo🐰: I don't know it they would've... Look, I don't trust people and you liked me for my character not for my money or the fame. You didn't care about that and you made me feel normal...

Bonita🌺: I honestly don't know what to say... Give me some time to think, please...

Conejo🐰: I'll give you as much time as you need, just please don't give up on me like that 😞

Bonita🌺: You lied to me, Benito, and I told you on our date that I hated being lied to. I don't know, if I'll ever be able to trust you again.

Conejo🐰: I know, I'm sorry...

She had seen the message, but didn't answer. I mentally slapped myself for not telling her. Casey was right, I broke her trust and I didn't hold it against her that she reacted that way. All I could do now, was to wait and see if she would eventually forgive me. Since Nick and José both looked at me with an expecting expression on their faces, I both of them the chat. "¿Estás bien?" José asked, when I put my phone back into my pocket. I simply nodded but stared at the bottle of beer on the table in front of me. "I'm pretty sure, she'll forgive you." Nick then said to break the awkward silence between the three of us. "Yeah, and from what you told us about her,she seems like the type of person who won't just leave it like that, but think about it and tell you what her decision would be." José agreed with him, nodding. Again, I nodded, but didn't say anything. The good mood I had been in all day, had completely vanished.