Hi readers! My second work in fictionpress in English, please consider my first language is Spanish and I write in English because I love that language the most.

This is based in a real experience, dedicated to him, the guy who in this story is called Mario. I never wrote anything to him, though now I realize, it’s something I feel like a must. I owe something to the person that once was a writer. Yeah, he wrote too. There’s when I started liking him, when I found out he loved writing as much as I do.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

Rejected.

I knew him from school. He was the cool guy, the untouchable famous boy, the one who had never gave himself to anyone, he was there, I almost had to put up my eyes to see him. He was so big, intellectually, I mean. He was, at the same time, the guy I liked.

I would sometimes find myself similar to him, in many ways. We were both cold, with a passion for the perfect technique and highest possible quality, that desire that became the ultimate necessity for both of us. That would be, in some way, the link between us.

For some school reason, I went to his house, with my best friend Mora, her boyfriend, and another classmate. It was a work for Philosophy class I guess. Or maybe Psychology, that has no importance at all.

I don’t know how it happened, but when we finished practicing everybody turned their attention to the zapping that Mora was doing in the TV. Then Kane turned to be leaving, that would leave Mora, his boyfriend James, Mario and I alone all four.

I was sitting in one of the two small sofas that were in the living room. Mario was sitting next to me, and James was with Mora in the other sofa. He smirked in a moment, his girlfriend left the remote control in the sofa, and the then he looked at us.

“okay let’s put things this way: Mario wants to kiss Erika, Erika wants to kiss Mario, then why don’t you kiss and so?” he asked, so bluntly. I felt like killing him, as my cheeks started to go deep scarlet and I lowered my head. I laughed sheepishly, while Mario didn’t seem to care, and kept looking blankly at the TV.

Then James grabbed Mora’s hand, and looked at Mario. “hey, we’re going to take your room for a moment, be careful and don’t lose your time” he said, again, speaking about us as if there was something between us.

There was nothing, nothing at all. He didn’t like me, for sure.

But my vision had to change, in some point. He grabbed the remote control, and after doing zapping for a while, he stopped at a music channel.

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

I stared at him, and hugged him as I liked so much doing. It was a friendly hug, definitely, there was no place for confusions there. While he kept his hand behind my neck, mine reminded behind his back. It was as if we wanted to extend that hug as much as we could, without needing excuses.

He rested his head on my right shoulder, I was at his right so he had to cross above me to do this. His left hand… I think he placed it in my shoulder, or in my right arm. While his right hand was still behind my neck.

I listened to the music, and hugged him back. He moaned slightly, at first I didn’t understand a thing. “Take into account, I’m not very good on this things” he said, like warning me from something. Then I realized something was going to happen. Seriously.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world

In the moment his lips touched mine, I thought for a second that he was ‘My Man’, that he was the person I’d love for the rest of my life. That he was the perfect guy, that one I deserved. I had broken up with my boyfriend three months before that, and I wasn’t very happy with the experience.

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

When his thin lips touched slightly mine (what I still remember clearly), I imagined how my life next to him would be if things went on well, what I thought, in that moment, would happen for sure.

Those three words
are said too much
they're not enough

Now I realize that that kind of things happen to many women, and it’s not bad itself to be ingenuous and imagine how your life will be with that person at the time you kiss him. It just can hurt badly, that’s all.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

His tongue and mine parted each other lips at the same time. They mixed, we hugged while kissing, my left hand rubbing his back slowly, his left hand holding my head in such a sweet way, his right hand on my upper waist, and my right hand… I don’t remember.

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

I just remember how sweet he was. How innocent and at the same time passionate kiss that was. I guess we kissed twice, because as soon as we parted, we looked at each other and kissed again.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

I had to open my eyes in a moment, it was just a second, but I needed to make sure what was happening was true. I had liked him for so much time, and now it was happening.

He kept on kissing, I kissed back. I realized I had never experienced such a feeling in so much time, even though I had kissed three guys before, all of them, ‘more experienced’, as everybody would say. He was the best kisser… at least, from my point of view.

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never change for us at all

I didn’t want it to end. Not now. Never.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

It ended, nevertheless. Everything good has an end. Soon the song finished, and we stood hugged for some time. He stood up. “I’m… going to have a glass of water.” He said. “Want some?”

I walked towards him, and followed to the kitchen. When passing through his bedroom door, I wondered what the other two would be doing.

That day, a couple of events more happened… but they’re of no importance. Until the time to say goodbye.

I had to return home, Mora and James too. It was late. Mora and Mario were good friends too, they hugged and said goodbye. At the time I said goodbye to Mario, I kissed him in the cheek, something normal in my country.

And I didn’t turn back to see his face. I was over happy, I’d probably be Mario’s girlfriend in some days more. Mora and James knew about us, but nobody else should know.

What I wasn’t expecting, was that the following day, everything would be over… when he told me, “I don’t want anything serious. It just happened, that’s all.”. I felt my heart breaking slowly… I felt my world collapsing.

Slowly I closed my doors and promised myself not to be in love with him ever again. Month passed… many, about three months.

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mikaera