The car pulled up to my house, but I didn't really want to get out. I was having some difficulty deciding which door to get out of. It was really late, and I was tired and disorganized. There was a second of contemplation where I was thinking about what to do.
When I first got to the party, I was really scared. I was the only English-speaking person in the house besides Carla's little sister. I sat at the table with Carla's two aunts and watched as her mother prepared some food for the party. I sat quietly, sipping from a cup of tea every so often and greeting people as they came in the door. At one point I felt someone's hand run down the length of my arm, and I turned around and looked up. I said hi, and so did he, smiling shyly at me.
Next big moment comes when Carla arrives. Look of total surprise as she walkes into the door. Everyone starts singing a birthday song that I have no idea what the words are. Everyone eats cake and has a good time.
I go in to sit and watch satellite television from Brazil with all of the people at the house while Carla goes around and greets everyone. Strange situation sitting in a room with a bunch of guys who are probably talking about me and I have no idea what they're saying. Carla comes and rescues me. We go to another room with her friend Luana to talk about life and things that have been happening. I call Kathleen because she was supposed to be at the party already, and I knew that if I didn't call her, then she wouldn't show. I didn't even care if she was there or not because I was having a good time, but I knew that Carla wanted her to be there to celebrate with us all. I called, and she grudgingly admitted she would come. He comes into the room with a video camera, and wants us to say hello. I wave and try not to say anything that will make me look stupid later. After I left the room there's a lot more people in the house, all chatting about something I can only pick out bits and pieces of.
Went to watch television again, this time with Kathleen and the little sister. Kathleen looks bored to tears, and I'm mad. I was having a great time until she decided to be so lifeless. I know that she hates situations where she is sort of an outcast, but I never see it that way. Being in a place where everything is foreign and new is not so bad. Sometimes I think she's just jealous that there's someone that likes me. I met lots of people, I enjoyed the party. Carla goes in to take a shower because she's going to go out to Venu. Everyone wants Kathleen and I to come along, but we can't get in, and we don't want to try again. (I'm still waiting to get the fake ID, by the way...) Plus, it's a school night. Okay, so maybe that is a lame excuse, but it's my freaking excuse.
As I stand in the corner waiting for everyone to get ready to go, he comes up to me. "Listen," he says with an adorable accent, "I'm really sorry about that Saturday when we were supposed to go to the movies. And uh, we can still go another time. It's just that I had to go to work that day. And I really didn't want to, but..." "It's okay.", is all I could say, with a smile. You can just tell when someone is genuine.
So, we get into the car. Kathleen is dropped off first, thank God. I'm sitting in the back seat with him, and the smell of his cologne just made me so dizzy, but in a good way. That was one of those brief moments where I was actually happy.
I finally decided what to do. "Obrigadooo!", I said, as I wrapped my arms around him. I felt his arms around me and then he said, "Carla will call you this weekend, and we'll go out to the movies and a party. Okay?" "Okay.", I said, and I felt a kiss brush up against my cheek. It was really nice.
So I hopped out of the car, hugged Carla and wished her a happy birthday, and then ran up my driveway to my house. I could still smell the cologne on my clothes, and it was really nice too.
Now, it's been a week and a half, and still no word. I saw Carla today, and she was going to call me tonight, but I'm guessing that she had to work. I don't know. If she doesn't call tomorrow then I'm going to call her and ask to make plans for the weekend. I really want to go out with him, even just once to see what he's really like. If I don't make plans the next time I talk to her, then I'll be damned. I have a lot of things on my mind lately, but I guess this just sort of occupies a lot of my thinking. I don't care what people say about my decisions, because I know that I make the best decisions I can for myself. That's more than I can say for a lot of others.
Well, I'd better get to bed, 'cos it's getting really late. I know that sooner or later I'll be getting sleepy. If you read this, say a prayer for me, okay? I could really use it this time around. Thanks.
Ciao.
Oh, I almost forgot that today is Chris's birthday. Happy Birthday, you bastard!
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