(Next day)
*martina's pov
I open my eyes and i look at my watch. Time to work tini. I get ready and i start. After some rooms i come near by jorges room. And ofcource his room was open.*
Jorge:Hehe, there you are
Martina:You were waiting for me? *giggles*
Jorge:Yeah
Martina:Don't you have any friends?
Jorge:Eh yes
Martina:Oh really?
Jorge:Yes..
Martina:Who if i may ask?
Jorge:You..and eh..Josephine
Martina:She is your sister and I'm your girlfriend Jorge
Jorge:Okay okay. Alba?
Martina:Grn..jorge she is my friend*laughs*
Jorge:So?
Martina:Okay you don't have anyfriends
Jorge:So what? I am hap-
Martina:Happy enough with yourself?
Jorge:Yeah
*i stare at him. And i only have to laugh. I can't stop myself*
Jorge:Oh what are you funny
*he closed the door in the front of my face*
Martina:Love?
Jorge:Shot up!
Martina:You forgot your breakfast hun
*the door opens. He took his breakfast the room in and he closed the door again.*
Martina:Jorge!
*he didn't answer. Maybe this was mean from me? I mean..no..he is here all these years. And he never made friends before??*
Martina:Love? Love open the door
Jorge:I am not your love today!
Martina:Oh. Okay! Then i go! Really slowly. I leave your room now! Really..really..really ..slowly..step by step..I am almost gone
*the door opens. He grabs me by my arms and laughs*
Jorge:I tought you had friends
Martina:I do
Jorge:Oh really?
Martina:Yeah
Jorge:Because it seems like you want my company
Martina:I-
Jorge:Never said that?
Martina:Yeah
Jorge:Well..
*he pushed my body closer to his*
Jorge:I know you
Martina:Oh really?
Jorge:Yes. Every single inch
Martina:So?
Jorge:Nothing so. It is just reality
Martina:I don't follow you anymore
Jorge:No one does
Martina:You're talking bullsh-
Jorge:Shh..don't ruin the moment
*he kissed my forhead. And i stare again at his bright eyes. They are beautiful*
Alba:Hello tinita! We still have work to do!
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My Summer Love (part 1)
Random(I'm re-writing this story into a new book: Blow Me Up) •• Martina, a just started artist on her way to her dreams. All she gotta do is own money to bring her album on the market. This summer she flies for the first time to Mexico City. On her way s...
