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-You are the worst!
My hysterical laughter has no effect. Blake continues to push me down onto the mattress.
-Last night you didn't think so. Not this morning, not half an hour ago, not...
-Please, it's your sister's birthday and you can count on us.
Mentioning Mariam makes him hesitate long enough to release me. Since we woke up I have not managed to distance myself from his bed more than three steps. I could say it's because of him, that he's irresponsible and doesn't think about commitments, but that would be a blatant lie. Lying in bed with his arms crossed behind his neck makes it too hard for me to want to leave his side. The naked body is an appetizing morsel capable of choking any girl. And I've always been one for
Blake and I are a couple! The more days go by the less I believe it. He chose me! Maybe my mother didn't see enough value in me to stay by my side, but he did. He did! In the face of all the people who passed me by and left, he stayed. He is with me. He says he loves me for who I am. And I believe him.
-Is something wrong?
-You are insatiable.
I lie. And not for fear of confessing my feelings but because my mother and her abandonment no longer deserve a place in my thoughts. No longer.
-Says the girl who just took my pants off to eat me....
-Blake!
-Come on, the last one and I promise to set you free.
Arms stretch out trying to hold me and I walk away as offended as I am amused. I am happy. My eyes scream the good morning with a riot of zest for life, I've done it, I'm a Mr Wonderfull notebook!
-I don't see what's the point of leaving me in this state.
Blake stands up shamelessly showing me his hardened body.
-It's getting late!
My squeal is mixed with a laugh that makes him lose his seriousness. I run to the bathroom, but Blake catches up, weakening my resolve. My last protest of being late is drowned out by hot kisses under the warm shower.
Anthony's terrace is the best place to organize a party. Just looking at the decor is enough for me to accept the defeat of my small apartment. Colorful balloons, wide-backed armchairs and tables with Elvira's best appetizers mingle with the scent of burning torches. This place is a feast for young girls looking for a good time.
-How did it look? -Anthony stands next to me watching the candles burn.
-You want me to admit that it is so beautiful that it looks like a terrace in front of the sea in Ibiza, but I will not do it.
-And that's why I love you. Proud to the end.
-You put up balloons and torches! I've never had a birthday like this. Mariam comes bounding up to us. Blake accompanies her, trying to hold her back.
She is so excited that she throws herself into my arms. As best I can, I raise my head above my elbows. And not because I'm short, but because I don't wear heels for comfort.
-Let her go! You're going to drown her.
Blake reaches out and rescues me.
-This party needs some music.
-Yes!
Mariam accompanies Anthony to the deejay table. The wide hooves in the ears of the musical genius and the melodies reviving the dead rise up giving life to the night. The guests begin to perk up and the singing voices begin to be heard as loud as the music itself. Anthony raises his arm and the young girls jump up and down giving it their all. On one side Laura and Karina sing along as they place trays laden with snacks on the tables.
The dusk begins to fade giving way to the burning night. The glow of the torches on the corners lights up the atmosphere with passion. At this moment Barcelona would envy our style of partying in Madrid.
Contemplating the happiness on the faces of the three friends, we were stunned, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Anthony, who, in front of his microphone, pointed at us before playing a very lively song. With our fingers pointed at each other and the music blaring, we accepted the challenge. We bounced around so much that our manes crossed and tangled with each other. As the laughter began to hurt our stomachs, Anthony's deep voice rose again from the mic calling Mariam. The guests opened an aisle and the birthday girl joined us, swinging the bangs of her dress back and forth. Within minutes the four of us were singing loudly as we jumped up and down. In the distance Blake raises his glass to me. I blow him a kiss just as his sister grabs me by the neck and we start flying through the air.