The bad guys
-I can't believe you like so much nonsense.
-And there goes our hopeless romantic. Laura replies with a clownish grin as she stretches her legs out on my tiny couch.
-I am romantic. Very romantic. Very romantic. The problem is not my love but the asshole men that abound in the market -. They look at me as if the last spoon of ice cream was a piece of bitter ice -I am! I believe in love -Urge defending my ideals-. It's not my fault or my feelings. The problem is Netflix!
-Netflix? -Karina twists her neck like a curious heron. Backwards and with bulging eyes. Laura just counts the stippled ceiling.
-Of course.
-Both movies were adaptations of books. Laura answers distractedly, forgetting the specks to focus on her nails.
-It's all the same. They insist that the love of the lying bastards is the best thing in the world. We weep until they deign to change.
-They are not bastards, they are reformed toxics. Karina answers with laughter, hitting Laura's raised hand. I shake my head and start to pick up the plates with tortilla leftovers. I hate that they take such a serious problem as a joke.
-Don't get angry. It's fiction. A romance book or a movie is not the beginning or the end of anything.
-Indifference is the origin of small evils. Imagine those poor street girls who, desperate and believing themselves to be Anastasia, let themselves be beaten like a punching bag. It is a very serious problem. Some insist on romanticizing violence. They seek to present toxic men as the best men in the world. Badasses reconverted by the force of love. The hell they are. In the real world, toxic people are born and die as bastards. Real couples treat well, care and protect because that's what love is. Love that hurts is the antonym of what we deserve. only bring evil.
-But they are so cute!
-And so sexy...
They both sigh, leaning back on my couch with two tiny bodies. They exasperate me. I bang the dirty spoons and stack the glasses in a perfect pyramid to save them from arriving in the kitchen in mush. I don't understand why they expect daisies in a planting with tons of thorns. You can tell they were raised with cotton candy caresses. I know grief because I have lived it. Too much I have with losing it to look for a new one. Love is love and unfortunate people are unfortunate. End of discussion.
-Christian is wonderful.
-What Christian?
-Christian Grey. Sofi, where were you?
I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher so as not to recognize that after After I was fried.
-Karina seems to surrender to my ideals. I clap my ears because my hands are in the dishwasher.
-Of course I do. And that's why I plan to be very careful before I fall in love.
-Says the one who dated Rubén for two years. The jewel among jewels. Laura hits me with my own truth in the nose.
-We don't go out, we sleep together," I defend myself quickly and swiftly. From that to love there is a sky of infinite possibilities.
-He's toxic. You sleep with him when he remembers to call you. You were in love with that scoundrel.
-I was in bed, which is very different. And I don't go to bed, I went to bed. We haven't talked in months -I can't hide my bold laughter-. Besides, he's hot.
Both of them throw cushions at me, which I avoid with my hips trying not to spill the tray with coffee cups loaded to the top.
-Well, if you were sleeping with Ruben, I'm entitled to a Christian Grey.
-And that they make your ass red? Because if that's what you want... -I answer Laura while she squirms to get rid of my blows on her buttocks with the napkin.
-You'll be an idiot. One day you'll fall in love for real and you won't care about the past," she squeaks, her voice locked against the cushions.
-I don't mind anyone's past. I answer, throwing myself head first on the sofa.
-So what are you afraid of? -Karina asks, making room for me so I don't crush her.
-Bad guys lie, use and cheat. But they never, ever transform. Lying is a faculty that liars never lose.
-I believe in love," Karina stretches out her arms, sighing.
-And me. But in the real one.
-And that is? -Both are waiting for my answer.
-The one who paints your world with colors and not with sufferings. The one who holds your hand in the park and buys croissants for breakfast. The one who kisses you in front of the orange sky of a calm sea, and yet, the one he looks at with admiration, is you.
The girls bow their heads and seriousness envelops the atmosphere. I'm so sorry for getting philosophical. Sometimes I should be a little more dovish and allow myself to lose a feather or two in the wind. But there are subjects that get to me. The sorrows of love are like colds, why look for what will come sooner or later?
-On second thought, Christian is ready to pull down his pants and give him a good spanking. I say trying to find the good vibes lost because of me.
-How about Christian's second? -Laura is an inveterate dreamer when it comes to love. In her world there are only the good and the reformed. The rest of the people are inventions from fantasy books. Wild animals, spiky things, poisonous plants, serial killers, they all hide kind-hearted souls.
-Yes! Karina is euphoric. The other claps her hands. Both are my basket case.
Laura searches up and down the screen with the arrow. Karina takes off her shoes and I wonder at what point I chose them as friends.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
-I'm coming!
Saved by the bell.
-Whoever it is, get it out of the way fast. This part is the best.
-Good.
I answer trying not to show that seeing Christian Grey in the middle of the bed and half-dressed excites me more than allowed. I have ideals, but Mr. Grey is worth a paradigm shift. I open the door with laughter biting my cheeks.
-You?