Summer In Barcelona

F O U R

Not going was a choice, a choice so tempting it made his stomach fill with butterflies. He could stay home, try to deal with whatever he had to deal with. Jorge seriously considered this choice, until there was a knock to his door, and he came back to the place he lived known as Earth, because if you stayed in the clouds to long you would become one.

"Ya voy!" (Coming) he called, pushing himself out of bed. He had been lying awake in bed for the better half of an hour and his legs were stiff. He wrestled with lock before he was able to pull the door open, revealing Benji. He was wearing dark blue overalls and a Madonna t-shirt.

"Buenos Dias!"(good morning) he smiled, all too happy for so early in the morning. Jorge nodded, squinting against the sunlight.

"Uh, um, just wanted to wish you good morning" he nodded awkwardly, his cheeks red.

"Good morning, Benjamin" Jorge smiled at him. Benji smiled, ducking his head.

"Aw, shucks" he mumbled. "If your not busy later, we should do something" he blurted out, smiling hopefully. Jorge chewed his lip. He really didn't want to do anything that involved getting out of bed, but he felt as though he had been rude to Benji the night before. He found himself nodding, smiling at how happy he looked.

"Okay, okay, okay" he stammered. He was looking at anything but Jorge, more than likely planning out whatever they would do. "I get off work at four, so if you just tell me when you get off that would be great and we can meet up here and figure it out then" he said, looking at his watch.

"I get off at five" he informed, not hating the way he fluttered around.

"Okay" he repeated, tripping down the stairs, spinning around, scratching his neck sheepishly. "Okay" he nodded, walking back to his apartment, daring a glance back over his shoulder before disappearing inside. Jorge shut his door, smiling bright. The happiness was soon replaced with anxiety. What would he wear? Was it a date? Casual? Black-tie? Staying home from work was no longer an option, he had to talk to Noen.

*

"No way! You got date with Benji? Already?" he exclaimed Jorge nodded. He was two seconds away from panicking.

"¡Ni siquiera sé si es una cita! ¿Cómo puedo saber qué ponerme si ni siquiera sé lo que pasa si me equivoco y él tiene la idea equivocada y todo es "quién no es una cita" y me siento avergonzado?" (I don't even know if it's a date! How can I know what to wear if I don't even know? what happens if I'm wrong and he's got the wrong idea and it's "whoa it's not a date" and I'm embarrassed?) he ranted pacing along the room.

"Jorge, I only understood half of that" Noen informed, pushing his glasses up his nose. Jorge plopped down on his stool.

"Do you need a hug?" Noen asked. Jorge just huffed. Noen spread his arms, nodding.

"Come on" he smiled, walking over, wrapping his arms around Jorge's shoulders. Jorge

"Seriously?" he asked, but it was muffled by Noen's shirt. Noen pulled away, shaking Jorge by the shoulders.

"You got this man! Where you cutest outfit and paint the town red, if not for you, for me" Noen ordered. Jorge inhaled.

"Okay" he nodded and smiled at the word.

"Good, so where are you guys going?" he asked, smiling. Jorge shrugged.

"Well, may I suggest-"

"No, no romantic places Noen, Benji is planning this, not you" Jorge reminded. Noen nodded bashfully.

"Sorry, I just really need something interesting to happen" he said. "Have you thought anymore about my offer?" he asked. Jorge nodded, even though he hadn't. He had honestly forgotten about it.