“Liaaaaammmmm” Karla bellowed.

I think it's time to put a stop to this stupid love movie my teacher wanted us to watch. I really do not know what is the purpose of watching this shit show, where the typical pretty girl tumbles over the handsome dude like if it were the latest novelty. Then, they fall in love and go through this path of obstacles that will enforce their connection. If this scene had not been repeated over one hundred times in different movies I wouldn’t know which world we are living in.

One of the things that I always have hated about life is cliches, like what makes you think that at an exact moment in your life you will find love, the job that you have always wished for and the life you have always wanted. It is stupid, ri…

“Are you coming or not?” Karla screamed in an annoyed tone which makes me roll my eyes. I think she is going to skin me alive at this point. She is not a patient person. I don’t care, I enjoy pissing people off.

As I turn off the tv and go downstairs to see what she has done for dinner, I hear some noise coming from outside. If I am not wrong, Karla said the house next to ours has been sold, so I think it must be the new neighbors moving in. I should go say hi, shouldn't I?

 “Like hell I would ” I say while going to the dining room and laughing. You might now sort of guess how sweet I am.

The nice smell of hot pancakes is the first thing my brain assimilates while sitting down. There is also a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows melting on the surface “I am going to die from diabetes one day”, I say. Karla has already taken a seat by my side with a bowl of chopped fruits and some avocado slices with toasts. People would think this is a breakfast, but it is not. It is a cozy saturday night and, isn’t it nice to eat something sweet and soft to light the soul?

Karla, my sister, is one of the best cooks where we live, she has her own restaurant that allows us to have the life we have. I love her food, the girl was borned for this. She has taken care of me from the day our parents died in an airplane crash, it was bad! It was not that strong for me as it was for her. I was just 10 when it happened, she was 20. I mean taking care of a devilish child is not easy, while thinking about how to maintain a house and its finances. So yeah, I owe her a lot for not throwing me out even when I know she has no patience at all.

“Who is in charge of the restaurant today?” I ask. It is good to know about the family business.

“George, you know he is the only one that can handle a saturday night without the need of calling for unnecessary things”

“Good, he's got a knack for this, don’t you think?” I have known the dude for two years now and he is someone you really want in your life. I mean, he likes dad jokes. He is really cool at the end of the day, though.

“Yeah, anyways, what the hell were you doing the other night on the rooftop?”

I laugh it off and say “having sex”. she just rolls her eyes and stops the conversation. “ In fact, I was painting, somehow that is a place to get inspiration from. And talking about nights, what were you doing last night that I had to cover my virgin ears from the things I heard. Don’t you have mercy for your sweet, angel brother?” her reactions are hilarious, her whole face went red within seconds, even the tip of her ears are pink.

While I am having the time of my life she says in a soft voice “I thought you were sleeping.”

I answer that by saying “ Certainly, I was not” she just makes a face and starts laughing as well. Actually, I think she has come to like the way that I am. I am her brother and we have each other nonetheless.

While we are finishing the last bits of food on our plates she is telling me that the restaurant is doing pretty well due to the new hotel that opened just some weeks ago, it seems that tourism in this city is increasing rapidly.

“What will you be doing tomorrow?” Karla says.

“Actually, I’ll have to print a project downtown, the annoying assholes wanted it with some specifications that a normal printer cannot do.” I say. I don't know why teachers gotta be so annoying, they just want us to spend more money unnecessarily. 

“Well, if that is the case. I thought you might have wanted to go to the beach but if you are busy…”

“Ughh, that’s unfair. I would have loved to go, but I have to do this shit” life is so hard sometimes, stupid project. If it were for me, I would leave everything to go to the beach. I mean, sun, water, sand, sweet tropical drinks. That is life if you ask me!

“I will have to pass this time, I don't want to lose money just because of a stupid project I did not present. Maybe, you should go with someone that was here last night” I say that last sentence in a mischievous tone.

What, she is the one that put herself in that situation!

While I say goodnight and come back to my room I realize the noise coming from the neighbors has stopped. I supposed they already moved everything in. Good for me, I would have thrown a fit if they were moving things at this point in the night. I guess I will have to finish the movie I was watching. I am such a perfect student, I do things that I hate just not to lose money, more precisely.

“Well, this is it for tonight” I say while I go to sleep, the movie will have to wait. I don’t have enough energy to watch that bullshit.

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Waking up today felt kinda strange. It is not like something bad was to happen. More like, the vibe today feels weird. Maybe, I am just gonna get a cold or something. Thinking about it gives me the chills. I hate being sick, it's awful. 

After taking a long hot shower that left me revitalized. I go down to get something to eat. Today’s breakfast is going to be hot chocolate and toasts from last night.

That I got myself full of energy does not mean I am going to cook.

 It seems that Karla has already left. I am regretting not going with her to the beach now that I think about it.

Getting myself ready is one of the things that I enjoyed the most. I begin to comb my longish hair? I mean it almost reaches the middle of my neck. I started dying it black when I was fifteen. It matches my personality better, the blondish brown tone wasn’t doing it for me.

The pale white skin is screaming for a little bit of sun, clear brown eyes meet the mirror while  I dry my hair. A specific lotion awaits the moment to touch my skin. And a perfume that is not made of herbal things (they smell awful), is sprayed over my neck and hands.

I am in the mood to wear something cool today, but at the same time something that is not too much or too less. After thinking for a while, I decided to wear black dress pants with white vertical patterns, a simple soft cotton white shirt, a pair of patent leather boots ,and last but not least a brown leather jacket. Such a sophisticated look!

Well, I will not lose more time at home. I have to print that shit and after that is done I will be able to come back and do nothing for the rest of the day. I mean it is sunday, is it not the day that was created to rest? I shouldn’t be here, I should be taking a sunbath and drinking alcohol.

Going outside, I kind of feel that I made a good choice. It is a warm day and I feel cozy in the outfit I picked. One of the things that I can say about myself is that the world loved me enough to give me a decent face. People have always looked at me in the streets, events and college as well. Perhaps that is the reason I might seem arrogant and kind of cocky? I am that though, but people shouldn’t judge out of how someone looks.

Where I have to go, it is going to be crowded today. Couples and their annoying kids are wandering at the shops, buying ice cream or fast food, as well as making a long line for the movie that is going to be streamed today. Thinking about it, most of these people look so unhappy. It is kind of sad to think that they made a lot of choices in life to be where they are now. I don't know the purpose of making a family when in your whole being you never wanted to. I guess my theory about masochism comes to explain why all of them live this way.

It is kind of comforting as well, I pretty much know most of them have done awful things. Don't get me wrong, but sometimes life gives us what we deserve. You should have made someone miserable in order to receive this treatment from the universe. I do not think that you just go in life doing whatever you want with other beings without receiving something of their feelings back.

Somehow there are still some people that look happy. Some with their kids doing silly things, having a meal while telling what happened during the week and other people just enjoying the small things in life. It makes me wonder how things with my parents would have been. I know that I was 10 when they died but I really do not remember that much about them. It is weird, like if something there is missing. 

Anyways, I got myself into this place for a simple task. PRINT THA FUC**** PROYECT, I remind myself. The store is quite busy. I wasn't expecting it to be this crowded today. There, I find several classmates and people from college that I fortunately don’t talk to, 'cause’ it would be boring as hell to make small talk with them. Some dude I don’t even know tries to make small talk with me which resulted in me giving him a dark look that drove him away. I know it is heavy but, why would you try to talk with someone you don't even know?

It seemed like hours later by the time my turn came. I tell Jessie, a middle aged woman that has worked her life off just to give her kids the best possible, to print the project I was working on with the specifications that were given to me by those angelic beings called teachers. She listens carefully and goes to the special printer that has been squeezed to no end today. While I wait for it to be over, I listen to two girls talking about someone new in town.

“Ooohh, and have you seen the guy that was with them in the moving?” the girl with blond curls and naive expression says. 

“Of course I have, It is their son, you dumbass” a girl with a lip piercing and pink and black dye hair answers to her friend.

The other girl just laughs it off and starts saying “He was so handsome, do you think he will go to the same college we are in?”

“I do not know, do you think I am…”

“LIIIIAAAAAM” Jessie says in a loud tone that takes my attention from both of the girls. Why was I even listening to them in the first place? My project, that is why I came for.

“I have been calling you for ages, what were you doing?” with a concerned expression she looks at me.

“Nothing, just got myself a little distracted from” I answer. She just gives me a smile and passes me the project completely printed. I checked it, don't want to come back later, and it seems that everything is perfect. I put it back on its case, say thanks and bye to Jessie, and go straight to the door. Today is over and I want to go to bed rig…

“BAAAMMM” “AUUCCCHH” The first thing I feel is pain on my chest and then a burning sensation over my torso. I closed my eyes from the pain I am feeling when someone say “Are you okay” deep voice by the way. “am I?” I ask in such an irritated tone that the other person just stays quiet. Until now I didn't realize I am wet, what the fuc*? “ Did you just spill your coffee on me?” I say while grunting from the burning, I hear people whispering by my sides and I don’t care. “It was an accident, I did not want to cause you any harm.” an interesting way of phrasing is the first thing that comes to my mind, it is kind of funny if it weren’t for the burning feeling in my skin. 

Still with my eyes closed I say in an annoyed tone, “At least, do you have something to dry myself? ” a soft cotton texture is passed to my hands, it smells like polished furniture and sweetened essence products to clean. I opened my eyes just to look where the burning was and how bad it was to realize I was wearing such a perfect outfit and now it is ruined.

I feel rage boiling my blood and raise my head just to look into green eyes. All my anger goes still for a moment and I just feel distracted by a pair of eyes that do not leave my face as well.

“Don’t worry, I will pay for your clothes and the bill at the hospital for the burning” this time I get myself fully aware of what is happening and I am like what the hell were you thinking? I am not going to fall for this bullshit. Some of the annoyance has come back and I just blurt out.

“No, thank you” In a bitter tone that makes him flinch. I just take my things and leave for home. people are looking at me while I pass them, and I feel so annoyed at myself and everyone. I just want to get home, see how bad the burning is, fix it and go straight to bed.