Should I call you a cab?

Chapter one

It's there another way of saying "I don't care about you" or "I already got what I wanted, now leave" than saying "Should I call you a cab?" right after having the most intimacy act there is to have with someone? Vienna definitely didn't care. That was the usual process. Meet them at the bar, flirt a bit, grab a few tequilas, and when things turn spicy, the phrase "I live across the street" sealed the deal perfectly. Random people would do the job. At the begging she tried getting to know them a bit, like how do they make a living, or where do they live, normal things you might know about the person you're having sex with. But after a few moths of the exercise, she didn't even asked for names.

It wasn't about a weird sex addiction or fetiche, it wasn't about proving anything to anyone. It was about being bored. Feeling like a boring person. You wouldn't hear this from her own lips, not even if you ever ask her, but this life, this attitude of not caring, not wanting anything but to please herself, it was out of spite. Out of a huge weight she felt on top of her shoulders. A mix of emotions like pain, sorrow, and anger. This was Vienna's not completed grief. Grief of love. Grief for Bruno.

Because, you see, Vienna wasn't like this, before. She was sweet teenager, caring, even a bit naive. Little girl with big dreams of marrying, having a family, with the big fancy house and the white fence. She had straight A's and cool friends. Going out to the movies and flirting with older boys. She was happy, full of plans for a that big future her parents always pushed her to pursue. That future involved him. Bruno was not the classic, great hair, jog boy. Nothing like it. Bruno's family owned the movie theater in town, he was obsessed with filmes, pop culture and comics, of course. That's how, despite going to the same school since they were toddlers, they met after a late night movie, while Bruno was working. Things between them didn't evolve fast. They matched, yes, they were amazing friends. Shared whole evenings at the school's sports field, smoking weed and eating junk food. She was not the puritan, fake virgin, blonde popular girl, and he was not the shy, clumsy, acne popping boy. They were just normal, just themselves. And that's what brought them even closer. They didn't fit in any of those cliché categories that every high school has. So they felt different, together. While every other girl was crying to fit on a tight dress for the parties, Vienna and Bruno would cook, and then eat, a whole tray of brownies in one sitting. While every other boy was training his ass of to be the toughest guy in school and of course get in bed with the bimbo girl of the class, Bruno and Vienna would have sleepovers to watch horror filmes while being high.

And that is what everyone in school thought was weird. Are they together?

Is he gay?

I she gay?

Cause clearly friendship between a girl and a boy it's something high school kids can't wrap they head around. They did everything together. Vienna's parents loved Bruno, they really thought her daughter was a bit stiff and complex, but he was the other way around, and made Vienna realized that life was more than just grades and projecting. Bruno's dad was just happy that his son had someone to talk to. He was very quiet at home after his mother passed when his little brother was born. They complemented each other so well. So, it wasn't a surprise, when they said they where moving out of town together, to Republic City, to study at the same community college. They saved every penny for months and got into a students pension house sharing a room. It wasn't until they were out of town, looking for jobs, scared to fail in the big city and missing home, that they started to look at each other differently. Vienna was a gorgeous young woman, and though she had a few issues with her look, deep inside, she knew she was hot, and how to manage what she had to impress. And Bruno changed so much after graduating, he got to grow the great beard he always wanted as a teen, started his chef studies and turned out to be the ladies man of his class. They shared everything as usual, but being older, more mature, conversations got deeper. And feelings to. Bruno realized he started looking at the other girls, and immediately thinking they weren't good enough. Cause their hair wasn't blonde enough or her laugh wasn't as pretty as hers. And Vienna classmates in "Communication Major" were plain stupid. Guys that didn't understand the difference between Communication and Flirting. She used to laugh about them with Bruno when they shared dinner time.

- I promise, this guys have never ever talked to a real woman Bruno, I mean, today one of them literally dropped the "Was your dad a boxer? Because damn, you're a knockout!". I'm not kidding, I almost spit my latte.

Bruno held his giggle and took another bite of his chinese takeout.

-You're being mean. Is not his fault nobody taught him how to be human. -He shrunk his shoulders and Vienna rolled her eyes at him.

-I am not! Is it so hard to talk like a normal person?, like you and me? c'mon. 

I'm not sure who started having feelings first, I'd like to think the love was always there, but it evolved. One night, all the students on the pension were out at this big party. But Vienna was not the kind of party girl, plus it was pouring rain and Bruno was out on a date. So she wanted to be there when he got home to ask every tiny detail of event. Although being excited, she fell asleep on the couch, in the common area. She woke up when somebody sat next to her feet, and despite being dark, she recognized Bruno's shadow. He was very wet and had an awful face.

-Hey, I didn't hear you come in. -she sat on the couch, rubbing her eyes. He was too quiet, distant- Bruno, was it that bad?

-It was worst than bad, I am worst than bad. -He's voice sounded broken, disappointed.

Bruno walked anxiously towards the bedroom and Vienna went behind him. He explained how the date went perfectly, the food was good -of course he picked the best restaurant he knew- the girl was sweet, good looking. They talked, the whole night. But after dessert, Bruno felt he didn't wanted to be there. He felt she wasn't good enough, she wasn't witty enough, she just was not enough.

-C'mon Bruno, it's okey if you don't match with the first date you have here, there's plenty to come- Vienna tried to soothe him, hugging his shoulders from behind while they were both sitting on one of the two single beds. Bruno nodded.

-You don't get it, I don't match with anybody but you Vienna - Bruno looked to her eyes over his shoulder.

I couldn't tell you if it was the rain, the fact Vienna was sleepy, the fact that Bruno was wet, whatever it was, they loved each other, and that was the first time they actually put it in words. Or actions. Sex was good. Was actually perfect, they knew each other for so long, talked about it plenty of times, that was the only thing they didn't share before. And that's how they started dating, cause they were already in love.