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chien_rouge525Prologue
I sat at the back of the car staring whist-fully out the window My earphones playing out on maximum to drown out the sounds of the outside world. Beside me, I could feel the leather move to the direction of two of my companions horsing around and making fun of the otherwise sweet and sappy scene playing before them. In the driver’s seat was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo busily tugging and playing with my Feliciano’s tiny hands while being busy with the maneuver. Even as I put my attention out the window, watching the houses and trees blur as we pass by or to the ridiculous duo of the Bad Touch Trio being themselves, I could literally feel one of Toni’s arms draped over my fratellino’s shoulders. Occasionally, I would jive in with Francis’s and Gil’s shenanigans. Teasing, making snide remarks and linking them together; I would do that with a huge grin of mischief plastered all over my face. I’d make weird gestures along with the other two, all the while avoiding the scene and keeping my eyes on something else.
I would do that. I did that every day like it was no big deal. And much to nobody’s surprise, everyone joins in as we have always hinted there was something more between them than being just friends. I’d have Matthew, my other close friend helping them get together per Toni’s request.
But, to be honest. It hurts. It fucking hurts. Seeing that sight made me realize one thing: I always have been and always will be number two.
I sat at the back of the car staring whist-fully out the window My earphones playing out on maximum to drown out the sounds of the outside world. Beside me, I could feel the leather move to the direction of two of my companions horsing around and making fun of the otherwise sweet and sappy scene playing before them. In the driver’s seat was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo busily tugging and playing with my Feliciano’s tiny hands while being busy with the maneuver. Even as I put my attention out the window, watching the houses and trees blur as we pass by or to the ridiculous duo of the Bad Touch Trio being themselves, I could literally feel one of Toni’s arms draped over my fratellino’s shoulders. Occasionally, I would jive in with Francis’s and Gil’s shenanigans. Teasing, making snide remarks and linking them together; I would do that with a huge grin of mischief plastered all over my face. I’d make weird gestures along with the other two, all the while avoiding the scene and keeping my eyes on something else.
I would do that. I did that every day like it was no big deal. And much to nobody’s surprise, everyone joins in as we have always hinted there was something more between them than being just friends. I’d have Matthew, my other close friend helping them get together per Toni’s request.
But, to be honest. It hurts. It fucking hurts. Seeing that sight made me realize one thing: I always have been and always will be number two.