Chapter 11: The Boy of the Winds
Synopsis:
Everything was perfectly normal in Thiago's life, until the day his best friend and roommate, Bruno, discovered that an old friend returned to the city.
Felipe, or Bip, is a boy in early adulthood who left college and his own home to live traveling through small and large cities, making friends and teaching things - even if he didn't know it.
Tormented by the fact that Thiago never left his homeland, Felipe takes him on a journey through the greater São Paulo, in order to live new experiences, this time, together.
However, fate is not in favor of either.
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The wind ruffled the boy's freshly colored threads that took pictures of the landscape uniquely enjoyed from the Christ the Redeemer viewpoint. It was cold at that time of year, and the boy thought he was stupid for believing that the worn sweatshirt he loves so much would help him in such a circumstance.
He decided to make his way to the bus station after sorting the photos he had taken and smiled nostalgically when he remembered his best friend complaining about the lack of selfies in the boy's gallery, who argued that it was useless to take pictures of him at attractions, unless you are the attraction . He dragged the cell phone notification menu to confirm the time and date, then took his wallet out of his pocket and checked his finances, happy with the idea he had.
He picked up his suitcase lying on the floor and put it on his shoulder, beginning the walk to the bus station in quick steps. At the box office he bought a ticket to his hometown and threw himself into a bank, taking the opportunity to get his cell phone and send the news to his friend:
Hey, Bruno, promise in progress. I arrive in the city in about 5 hours.
By: Feli Desch
He packed a pillow and put on the headphones, he had three hours for the bus to arrive and five to fulfill one of his last promises. His muscles ached and a coughing fit started, making him cover his mouth with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, his chest hurt, but he had gotten used to it.
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I picked up my backpack tossed in the corner of the room and tossed it on my back while fixing my tuft in front of the mirror. I take the phone out of my pocket and check the time. Holy shit, I'm late again, I mentally complain as I leave the apartment I share with my friend and walk quickly to the bus stop, signaling when mine approaches.
I sit somewhere unoccupied and my cell phone vibrates.
Brunoo: o
THIAGO
THIAGOOOOOOOOOOO
AAAAAAAAAAAA
Hi
Are you free this afternoon?
Forget it, you're always free
Look at the audacity
What do you want to do?
My friend is going back to the city
And I wanted you to meet him
Bruno, you know I'm not much for making friends
And that I prefer to come home
To sleep
And decompose in front of the tv
I know
But this guy is very special to me
You will like him
I swear
...
OK, could be
Where do I find you?
At home
But we go to that cafeteria
Right
I roll my eyes and put the device away, finding this behavior strange to the boy I live with. Bruno is a guy with dark skin, curly brown hair and honey-colored eyes that I met in the first year of my college and, after becoming friends, we decided to live together in order to reduce the financial difficulties - which was not even far right -. It's strange that he wanted to introduce me to his friend, he rarely did that, but apparently changed his mind for a day. To be honest, it is relatively difficult for me to make new friends, in the end, everything is in the hands of the other person, if he is nice I can let go, if he is shy, fucked and maybe that is why my meetings are almost endangered.
I arrive at college and run to the library, where I have to return the books. Fortunately it is still open and, after the return, I can go home peacefully. Walking through the corridors of the place I start to ask myself about what Bruno's friend will be like, there were few that I met, so the base of my imagination is very narrow. There was Marcelo, who was a black boy with a beautiful afro who played guitar in the music group, Ian who was a dark gothic metalhead and Peedro - with two ies, because they registered him wrong - who was too normal . So, in my mind, this friend could be: 1) a crazy junction of the three or 2) nothing like any of the three, there is a fifty percent chance of me getting it right.
On the bus, I randomly place my playlist and take the opportunity to recover the minutes of sleep I lost last night watching the series. I wake up disoriented with my cell phone ringing in my lap, Bruno's name on the screen gave me two options and I accept the call while rubbing my eyes.
"Hey, where are you?" my friend questioned before any greeting from me. I roll my eyes and look around, honestly I don't even know where I am, however, my only certainty is that I missed the point. "I'm coming," I replied in a slightly hoarse voice and ended the call, getting up and preparing myself psychologically to get off at the next point.
- GO DOWN, DRIVER - I shout when the bus stops at the stop, but does not open the back door.
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- Dude, where were you? - is the first question I get when I put my feet inside the apartment. I did not answer. - Did you miss the point again?
- No, I was doing my morning walk - I answer, going to the kitchen to drink water, trying to hide my tiredness. I see Bruno watching from the corner of my eye while shaking his head.
- So - starts the brunette following me to the other room. - grandfather do you really want to meet Felipe? - I look at him quickly as I pour water into the first apparently clean glass I found. - It would be a great life experience for you, that I guarantee!
- As well? - I question before taking the first sip. - By the way, how did you meet this Gustavo?
- His name is Felipe, asshole - complains Bruno rolling his eyes, walking towards the nearest chair. - We met four years ago, why? - the indignant eye inside the glass.
- And how come I never met him? - I ask clearly showing my indignation in the tone of voice. My friend looks at me as if he has just heard the biggest slander of his life.
- What part of "my friend is going back to the city" did you not read in the message? - he made quotes with his hands while arguing using the same tone as me previously. - With each passing day I give up on you more, Thiago - I roll my eyes for the thousandth time that day, three because of him and the rest for the turtle, read lady, who wandered normally on the street, honestly, I should have called IBAMA.
- What time are we going to find Peedro? - I finish the silence formed after the encouraging phrase from my friend who stared at me seriously for a few seconds.
- You are taking off with my face, right? - Asks supporting his forearm on the table in front of him. - It's Felipe, Thiago. PHILIP. - repeats slowly and I shrug.
"I'm not good with names," I argue, going to the sink to wash my glass. Habits of those who live without their parents.
"You are not good with life," I roll my eyes again. - Today at half past ten - he answers me by turning on his cell phone and starting to work on some social network.
I place the glass upside down next to the sink and shake my hands with the intention of drying them. I imitate the acts of the other and check the time, opening Instagram next and accidentally enjoying some random photos. It's half past nine, so I decide to take a shower so Bruno can't use me as an excuse when I'm late - which will certainly happen when talking about my friend.
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The sun's rays illuminate the environment while waiters and waitresses serve customers. Bruno fanned himself with a menu, not content with the fan's work falling apart, and I was chatting with a friend from college on WhatsApp while we waited for orders to arrive. Halfway through, the brunette explained a little about this Felipe, in short he travels to some cities, stays there for a while and starts the cycle again - interesting? Maybe, but I don't think a lifestyle like that would apply to someone as routine as me. It is ten thirty-four - incredibly Bruno wasn't late today, which makes me wonder how important this friend is to him.
- Bruno - I call, turning off the screen of the device in my hands and placing it on the wooden table. The brunette looked at him, still fanning himself. - How is your friend?
The boy raises his eyebrows and smiles sarcastically. - Curious?
"Go to shit," I say, rolling my eyes. Bruno laughed weakly.
- Okay, do you want to know the personality or appearance?
- If I answer "appearance" will you think I want to get the kid? - Bruno nods. - So the personality.
- But then you fuck me - points out the brunette. - I have no idea how to describe Feli. He is very spontaneous and random, very good vibes and never stops with a hair color.
I stand for a while, looking at my friend's face while I think if this description fits in any of my deductions of how Felipe can be - and I got it right, by the way. I end up noticing that my friend is anxious, his feet do not stop shaking and he checks the time every minute. Is that kid really that important to him?
- And the appearance? - I ask imitating his act and looking at the time on the cell phone. Bruno sighs slowly, as if forcing the memory of the last time he saw his friend.
- He 'had white hair, and he still had only one or two tattoos - he started looking at the ceiling. - I still had only two bracelets and an amethyst necklace - the confused eye when it ends.
- How so yet? - I question as soon as our orders arrive, drinking a generous sip of the juice I ordered.
- Before he started this "backpacking" around the country, he told me that for every place he traveled he would buy a bracelet from there and tie it on his arm, like the ones he sells on the beach, you know? - explains the brunette who waits for me to nod my head to face his hands on the table. A nostalgic smile is born on his lips. "I wonder how many he's with today," he says loud enough for me to hear.
- Seventeen - I am startled by the voice behind me that, although sweet, caught me off guard. Bruno raises his head quickly and looks at the boy who answered him. I turn and face the same, he has dyed hair in a mixture of blue, pink and purple very pleasant to look at, as well as different colored eyes and a beautiful smile on the lips. - Hi, Bruno and Bruno's cute friend, can I sit down?
I nod with my head still processing the greeting I had received. Bruno's cute friend, really? I let out a weak laugh between parted lips that accommodate the straw then, I took a few sips while Bruno gets up quickly and goes to hug Felipe, who reciprocates the act and, right after they split up, sits next to me. The smell of your perfume reaches me, a smell that I had no idea if I was going to forget or not.
He's wearing a white T-shirt with yellow accents that matches his right eye. Looking at him like that, he looks like he's nineteen. He looks at me with the same smile as before. - What's your name, young padawan? - Asks me while stealing some of the chips that Bruno ordered.
- Thiago - I reply, holding out my hand, which is then squeezed, I can then notice the bracelets on his right hand that were really many. - Your? - I reply more politely, because reaching out to someone saying "My name is Thiago and, relax, yours I know, you don't even need to tell me, because I'm sick of him only for the twenty minutes you were late" is too rude even for me.
- Felipe, it's a pleasure to meet you! - answers me cheerfully shaking our hands. His hand is warm, as if to show the life that ran through his veins.
- Or Bip, for the intimate ones - Bruno intrudes on our presentation and Felipe looks at him a little "oh fuck, shut up". - If you're going to introduce yourself, present yourself right, Beep - emphasizes the last word and the confused look (this is something that is becoming normal today).
- As well? - I ask making Bruno's smile double in size and Felipe release my hand and lay his head under his arms saying something like "the world turns against me" in a dramatic tone. I smile when I hear a little bit of his drama, I honestly think I will get along with him.
- Feli has heterochromia, right? - the brunette looks at me and I look back, he is straight what? - Eyes of different colors, Thiago, let's stop being stupid - he explains to me and I thank him internally even with the cursing at the end. - Except that he is straight, he has nothing, so I say he is bipolar, because he counteracts even his most striking illness. This is great, right?
Felipe raises his head and looks at me. Its colored strands drooped into view. - Look at him and say this sucks, please - asks me. I can't stand it and smile playfully, for some reason I feel that I can be myself close to this kid. It exudes a positive energy, from those people who always seem to be at ease with life and willing to help others. I take the menu beside me and open it.
- What to ask for something, Bip? - I ask, calling him by his nickname, making him roll his eyes and return to his previous position. Bruno and I laugh, and I hear a muffled "you pay me".
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- So you started traveling around recently, right? - I ask Felipe and he agrees. - And how do you sleep?
- I usually close my eyes - he replies with a mocking smile. I roll my eyes. It's been fifteen minutes since we talked and I could see some things about your personality, like, for example, your stupid answers to stupid questions.
- He lives for a short time in the homes of unknown people, and I keep saying that someday, he will sleep at the home of a gay rapist with colored hair, tattoos and piercings - Bruno intrudes with some cheddar in the corner of the mouth.
- Oh shut up, Bruno, it's not so much.
- How can I not? Then I will find you in an alley, naked and dead. How do I look?
- I hope not that hard - replied Felipe looking at him strange and I laugh. I take one of my friend's potatoes and dip it in the yellow sauce before eating.
- Do you already have somewhere to stay? - Bruno asks, looking at me complicit, but referring to Felipe. Does he want Bip to stay at home?
Understand, when you spend too much time with someone you end up understanding looks, after all, for a couple as sedentary as us, all you can do without wasting energy is profit and talking by exchanging looks is one of those things.
- No, I was going to Bertioga after Socorro, but I decided to come here since it was closer - explains the boy with dyed threads.
- So you want to stay at home? - I ask, even though his eyes widen minimally behind the strands, but soon he composes himself, shaking his head afterwards and an embarrassed smile on his lips.
- I'll find a place, it looks good - he replies. - Do not want to disrupt.
- Stop your sweet ass, Felipe! - exclaims Bruno a little too loudly. - You will not disturb, we have a room left over there and ... - the brunette loses his speech and faces his friend. - I fucking miss you - he completes softly and embarrassed.
Honestly, I don't know who is more impressed and without action, me or Felipe. Look, Bruno is one of those guys who do things for you and shows consideration through deeds and not words, in fact he has an immense difficulty even to thank without the mocking and ironic smile and tone. Hearing this from him is like buying a charger in some street vendor and it works for more than two months, it's impossible! I look at the boy next to me who seems to hold on to not laugh at Bruno's embarrassment.
- What do you say? - I ask taking the drink to my mouth again in order to finish it. Felipe looks at me, and I feel a shiver go up my spine when those two-colored eyes meet my brown ones.
- Okay, but if I see that I'm getting in the way, I'm leaving, okay? - Beep makes a positive sign with his hand and I copy it.
- Hi! - I answer then, looking away from the smiling brunette and Felipe does the same.
- What? - asks Bruno, making me remember that cliché of The fault is of the stars. The dark-haired boy nods and stands up saying that he will pay the bill. We both watched the boy walk over to the counter. - Bruno has such a cute little ass, right?
- Hi? - I reply pretending that I didn't hear correctly.
- Bruno has a tight ass - he repeated in other words, turning to me.
- Am I supposed to agree? - He shrugs.
- Only if you really do it, otherwise, deny it, hey. People spend a lot of time wanting to please the ears of others - he comments getting up and taking his bag that I had not even seen him put there. Hold out your hand to me. - Come on, Thiago? - hold your hand and get up.
"Come on," I say, walking to the establishment's door. I stop a short time later when I realize that Felipe is not by my side, I turn and see him approaching.
- You have a very tight ass - he said in the same tone as when he said that of Bruno, emphasizing "you". I blushed a little.
- Is that your tare? - I ask following the same when he starts walking in front of me. - I would even praise his ass if the shirt didn't cover her - I comment mockingly, staring at the long hem of the shirt and his sweatpants, which, honestly, I don't know how he's managing to wear in this heat. I hear a short laugh and we leave the cafeteria, Bruno was waiting for us on the sidewalk and started to accompany us when we passed him.
On the way back we made fun of some commercials and imitated some memes. I'm looking forward to spending time with this guy, but something deep down inside tells me that it's not right for me to get attached and get involved with him. I shake my head in order to remove that thought and leave my reverie when I hear Felipe start coughing intensely. He leans on the wall of a house and when the crisis ends he stays there, Bruno and I don't know what to do, the boy with dyed threads has his hand squeezing where his rib is, a feature of pain is present.
- Are you okay, man? - Bruno asks approaching, Felipe denies with his head and a mocking smile and a little forced back to his lips.
"It's just the flu," he says quietly, moving away from the wall. - There in Socorro the weather was a little strange and, you know, my immune system was always a little fucked up - explains walking again. Bruno agrees with a nod, but I don't think it's a flu.
We got home and Felipe went to take a shower while we tidied up the room where he would stay. The room is a little forgotten, so it has dust and old sheets, which we have to change. I take advantage that Bip is not with us.
- Bruno, do you think that is really just a flu? - I ask still putting the bed linen. The brunette sighs.
- I have no idea - he answers me sincerely. - But I hope it is - he whispers more to himself and I agree, however, the same place that says not to get attached to the boy, says that it is not a simple flu.
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