domingo, 10 de junho de 2012

Can't Live Without You - Capítulo 13



Virei para o Justin e levei um susto tão grande com o filme que pulei no colo dele, olhei para ele para pedir desculpas, mas nossos olhares se encontraram e eu esqueci de completamente TUDO. Ele foi se aproximando de mim devagar, eu puxei ele de uma vez e o beijei. Ele começou a me deitar no sofá, o clima realmente já estava esquentando, até que a campainha tocou, resolvi deixar pra lá, mas toucou mais uma vez e outra... Enfim eu perdi a paciência e fui atender. Eram a Cait, Jas e o Ryan, mas o que eles estariam fazendo ali?
Cair: Olha, a culpa não é nossa! Nós te ligamos trocentas e você atendeu? NÃO!
Eu: Ah..desculpa eu tava assistido um filme com o Justin.
Jas&Cait: O Justin? 
Eu: Sim.
Ryan: Só os dois?
Eu : Sim
Ryan: É meninas... vamos embora porque o clima lá dentro deve estar quente, amanhã a gente vem aqui de novo.
Eu: CALA A BOCA RYAN!! Vem, podem entrar.
-------------------------------------------------- Justin On --------------------------------------------------
A (Seu Nome) foi atender a porta e quando voltou estava com a Jasmine, o Ryan e a Caitlin. PORRA!! Tava difícil ter uma noite com essa menina!! O Ryan veio falar comigo.
Ryan: Eaeeee Justin!! Que filme vocês tão vendo?
Eu: Um de terror aí... Ryan, vem aqui.
Puxei ele pra cozinha.
Ryan: Que foi Justin?
Eu: Ryan, dá um jeito de sair daqui com as meninas, eu tô querendo ficar com a [S.M] a muito tempo, vocês são os segundos a interromper a nossa noite.
Ryan: Tudo bem, vou dar um jeito aqui, mas como assim "os segundos"? Hahaha quem foi o primeiro?
Eu: Cara, teve um primo dela que veio aqui, longa história... Dá um jeito aí pra mim.
----------------------------------------- Ryan on ------------------------------------------
Saí rindo da cozinha e fingi ter guardado o meu celular como se estivece conversando com alguém, falei pra Cait que queria dar uma volta com ela, pensei um pouco e percebi que não era só por causa do Justin, acho que estava meio afim da Cait já fazia um tempinho e tirei proveito da situação.
Logo que saímos a mãe da Jasmine ligou pedindo pra que ela voltasse pra casa. Hahaha Parece que você se deu bem ein Ryan... Hahaha. Eu e a Cait estávamos andando pela rua e bom, na minha visão, qualquer um que olhasse para nós dois iria nos ver como namorados. No meio do caminho ela simplesmente me beijou, UAU! Que beijo... Eu conhecia a Caitlin faziam anos e agora, eu estava gostando muito desse momento meu Deus que beijo era aquele.
Nós terminamos o beijo,  ela virou pra mim e disse:
Cait: Meu Deus, eu acabei de beijar meu melhor amigo, e fui eu que quis. Como assim? Ryan, isso não pode acontecer de novo, vamos esquecer isso e vamos continuar no mesmo de sempre ok?
Eu nem consegui responder nada, ela se virou e saiu andando. E agora? Fui pra casa, coloquei meu pijama e me deitei, mas alguma coisa me impedia de dormir, queria falar com ela e resolver essa história. 
Dormi muito pouco, no outro dia liguei para a Cait várias vezes e ela não atendeu, de tarde, depois de deixar vários recados na caixa postal, acabei indo até a casa dela. A mãe da Cait me atendeu e disse que ela tinha ido para o Manisse's. Aquele lugar marcava muitos momentos meus com a Cait quando eu tinha me mudado pra Stratford, ela foi minha primeira amiga.
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Primeiro dia de aula na cidade nova, de Toronto para Stratford, odiei me mudar pra cá, todos me olham como se eu fosse um mutante só por que eu vim de uma cidade bem grande. Cheguei e me sentei no fundo, não estava prestando muita atenção no que o professor estava falando, até que ele usou aquelas palavras que eu menos queria que ele dissesse no meu primeiro dia: "Trabalho em dupla, eu escolho os pares.". Meu par foi o penúltimo que ele escolheu, Caitlin Beadles, ela era o meu par.
No intervalo ela veio falar comigo.
Cait: Oi, tudo bem? - ela dizia com um sorriso lindo - Então, o trabalho é super fácil, nosso país é a Inglaterra, a gente só tem que pesquisar sobre a cultura deles, a música, essas coisas.
Eu: Então tá, quando que a gente começa?
Cait: Que tal amanhã de tarde? 15h?
Eu: Onde?
Cait: Boa pergunta... - Ela parou pra pensar um pouco - Já sei! Vamos no Manisse's.
Eu: Onde isso fica?! Esqueceu que eu sou novo aqui? - risos
Cait: - risos - Mesmo que não fosse provavelmente você não ia conhecer lá - risos - É um café na parte mais distante da cidade, tem pouco movimento, mas tem vários livros e uns computadores pra gente pesquisar, pode ser lá?
Eu: Pode, mas vamos fazer assim, eu te pego aqui na escola umas 14h30 e você vai me explicando o caminho, ok?
Cait: Ok - Ela deu mais um sorriso, ajeitou a mala e foi embora.
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Eu estava indo para o Manisse's pelo caminho mais longo que existia, queria pensar em algo pra dizer quando encontrasse ela, mas nada além das minhas lembranças vinha na minha cabeça.
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14h20, já estava pronto, peguei meu carro e fui para a escola. A Cait estava lá na entrada, ela entrou no carro e foi me explicando o caminho até o Manisse's, a gente ria muito, parecia que nós nos conhecíamos fazia anos. O café ficava bem longe da cidade, chegamos lá depois de uns 40 min de estrada. O Manisse's não tinha muitas pessoas, nós nos sentamos numa mesa no fundo, perto da prateleira de livros e ficamos fazendo o trabalho e as pesquisas. A Cait pegou um livro, deu uma olhada em algumas páginas e depois me chamou. Ela abriu na última página, fez uns desenhos de bichinhos e falou:
Cait: Sua vez! - risos
Eu: Ok
Peguei o livro e o lápis da mão dela e ela falou:
Cait: E aí, o que vai fazer?
Eu: Você mostrenga, seja minha musa.
Cait: Monstrenga? Falou o mister universo né?
Eu: Cala a boca Caitlin e faz logo uma pose pra eu te desenhar - risos
Ela fez uma pose e eu comecei a desenhar ela, mas eu não estava desenhando nada direito, quando "terminei" tinha um belo borrão no livro. Eu mostrei pra ela e ela só riu.
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Nos reunimos mais algumas vezes para terminar o trabalho, sempre no Manisse's, mesmo depois de já termos terminado, entregado e recebido nossa nota do trabalho continuamos a nos encontrar lá. E toda vez que nós íamos lá, deixávamos um desenho ou frase no livro que acabou se tornando o nosso livro, o Manisse's era o lugar que mais marcava nossa amizade, depois de um tempo nós paramos de nos encontrar lá, fizemos novos amigos e o Manisse's foi esquecido.
Quatro anos se passaram, eu estou indo encontrar a Cait no primeiro lugar que nós nos encontramos, agora eu estava com sentimentos totalmentes diferentes pela Cait do que os que eu tinha antes, eu estava amando minha melhor amiga. Entrei no Manisse's e fui direto para a nossa mesa de sempre, a Cait estava lá, chorando em cima do nosso livro, aquela cena me doeu muito. Eu me sentei do lado dela e a abracei, eu conhecia a Caitlin e sabia que nada que eu dissesse ia ajudar ela, sabia que o melhor a fazer era demonstrar que eu estava lá pra ajudá-lá, não importa o que acontecesse.
------------------------------------- Ryan OFF/ Cait ON ------------------------------------
Eu estava lá no Manisse's, o lugar que mais me lembrava o Ryan, chorando. Desde o beijo eu percebi que era ele que eu queria, eu tinha me apaixonado pelo meu melhor amigo, eu sentia que de alguma forma aquilo era errado, ele nunca demonstrou que queria algo comigo além de amizade e era por isso que eu chorava, por essa confusão de sentimentos dentro de mim: amor, insegurança, medo de perder aquela amizade incrível que tinha entre nós dois... Estava tudo confuso dentro de mim.
Ele chegou e me abraçou, estava chovendo muito lá fora, o Manisse's estava vazio como sempre, eu me encostei nele e me aconcheguei em seus braços, tudo que eu ouvia era o barulho de chuva e as batidas do coração do Ryan. Depois de um tempo eu parei de chorar, ele me deu um beijo na testa, me sentou em seu colo, mas de um modo em que eu pudesse ver seu rosto. Os olhos dele estavam um pouco inchados, acho que ele tinha chorado comigo. Ele respirou fundo e começou a falar:
Ryan: Caitlin, quatro anos atrás eu me mudei para essa cidade, naquela época eu me sentia totalmente diferente de todos, ninguém falava comigo. Você foi minha primeira amiga, nós nos tornamos melhores amigos e este lugar, este livro - ele apontou para o livro dos nossos desenhos, que estava molhado por causa das minhas lágrimas - se tornaram a prova da nossa amizade, mas de uns tempos para cá meu sentimento por você mudou, ontem eu achava que gostava de você, mas depois daquele beijo, depois de tudo que aconteceu hoje, eu tenho certeza que eu te amo, então, eu te peço - ele se ajoelhou - namora comigo? 
Mais algumas lágrimas escorreram pelo meu rosto, mas desta vez de felicidade, eu peguei na mão dele, o levantei e disse:
Cait: Sim!
E o beijei.
------------------------------ Cait OFF/ Justin ON (na noite anterior) -------------------
Eu já estava em casa, deitado na minha cama olhando para o teto sem consegui dormir, ficava lembrando de tudo que tinha acontecido na casa da [S.M] depois que as meninas e o Ryan saíram.
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Nós estávamos sentados no sofá, eu estava com meu braço ao redor do ombro dela, ela estava aconchegada nos meus braços, o filme já tinha acabado, estava tudo apagado, a única coisa que nos iluminava era a luz da rua que vinha do lado de fora já que a janela estava aberta. Não precisávamos falar alto, na verdade nós falávamos quase sussurrando, nenhum barulho interrompia nossa conversa.
[S.M]: O que você disse pro Ryan?
Eu: Nada, só perguntei o que eles estavam fazendo aqui, ele disse que na verdade queria sair com a Cait, mas ela estava com a Jasmine e elas estavam vindo para cá, por isso ele veio junto,  cá entre nós, acho que ele tá curtindo a Cait.
SN: - risos - Desde o meu primeiro dia aqui eu já sabia. Você acha que eles vão ficar hoje? Eu: - risos - Com a Jasmine lá? Com certeza não. Já seria muito difícil eles ficarem sem público, imagina com alguém.
SN: Sei lá, acho que a amizade atrapalha um pouco eles, sabe, eles tem medo de perder uma amizade grande. Já passei por isso.
Eu: Aé? Então eu não sou seu primeiro amor? - risos
SN: Quem disse que eu te amo? Tá com muita moral ein menino! - risos
Eu: Eu disse! E posso provar.
SN: Ahan... Como?
Eu não pensei duas vezes, fui me aproximando dela e ela deixou, na verdade ela também foi vindo para perto de mim, nos beijamos, um beijo calmo, não era como os de antes em que eu tentava levar ela pra cama e nem nada assim, era um beijo apaixonado. Ela parou o beijo com dois selinhos e sorriu, eu sorri com ela e disse:
Eu: Assim.
FlashBack OFF
É... Eu não conseguia parar de pensar na (Seu Nome), no jeito que ela sorri, as caras e bocas que ela faz enquanto fala, tudo, tudo nela me encantava. Faziam algumas horas que eu estava sem ela e tudo que eu queria era levantar da minha cama e ir pra casa dela, beijá-la no momento em que ela atendesse a porta, queria sentir o perfume dela, eu estava amando ela, é isso?! 
Cala a boca Justin, olha o que você tá falando! Lembra da Megan, lembra do quanto ela te magoou, do quão mal você ficou depois que ela sumiu? Aquelas várias semanas sofrendo? Lembra da promessa que você de não se apegar a nenhuma garota para não se magoar? Cumpra a promessa Justin, dá um jeito de se distanciar da (Seu Nome). O problema era: Como fazer isso?
CONTINUA....

Ficamos muito orgulhosas com esse capítulo, pelo menos eu né, Isabela. A ideia surgiu na viagem e eu realmente gostei do resultado desse capítulo, esperamos que vocês gostem também.
Desculpem por esse bege que fica atrás do texto, desde q a gente começou a digitar os capítulos pelo IPad eles tem vindo assim, o importante é o que está escrito né? hahahahha
Aviso:
Vou começar a responder comentários viu gente! Tô muito carente e quero conversar ahhahaha Então se quiserem falar com a minha pessoinha tão bela podem falar pelos comments aqui. Vou responder todas.
Primeiro eu quero agradecer a fofa @purpledojustin, meu deus eu te adoro viu menina! Você comenta em todos os capítulos, muito linda.
"comentem mesmo se não gostarem HÁ ate parece que alguem não ia gostar né? kk": Curti você, curti hahahahaha 
incrivel que pra responder comentarios entra no pc né? " Olha, sem querer arrumar encrenca aqui e tals, amamos nossas leitoras, mas véi, é difícil aqui sabe, não é simplesmente entrar no PC e digitar, a gente se preocupa com o que posta, então a gente demora por que tem que surgir a inspiração, somos 2 autoras então a gente tem que decidir o que vai escrever juntas, por isso demora. Aí vocês vem, pedem pra postar logo e reclamam em capítulos curtos meo! Assim que a gente conseguir um super poder pra ter ideias incríveis, digitar rápido e postar rápido a gente talvez consiga agradar você né? Só acho que você não devia ficar assim, vamos tentar acelerar as coisas aqui.


Beijoos - May & Isa voltando de viagem (viajamos mas escrevemos isso o feriado inteiro ahahahhaa)
18 comentários para o próximo ~~

27 comentários:

  1. \o/ a primeira a comentar \O/\O/\O/\O/ uhsauhsauhsuahushasuh que perfeito, auhaush 18 comentarios? eu vou ter um filho daq a pouco kkkkkkkk zoa zoa so por favor não peça mais de 50 comentarios um dia kkkkkk

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  2. Primeiro Isabella, eu não falei com você, Falei com a sua amiga, Mayara, Eu não gosto é dela, de você eu gosto, mas me diz uma coisa agora so falta copiar a Fla né? só falta colocar um macaco no fim da Ib pq a Flavia que responde comentarios, mas enfim, otimo foda-se eu não vou mais ler essa merda de Imagine Belieber que sinceramente eu so estou aqui para passar o tempo mas a sua Ib não da sério é horrivel e eu ODEIO ela. so vou vir nesse site de merda para ver se me responderam ou mandaram indiretas, ou aquelas suas Leitoras que vão vir me xingar, xingem suas merda, suas borsas, vai la pagar pau pra Mayara e para a Isabella.. vem me xingar eu adoro brigar com pessoas idiotas.. u.u sem mais

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    1. Nossa garota para de se idiota, a ib delas é d+ e PQ vc tem algo contra a May? Vc é idiota ou o q? Elas tenta fazer o melhor possível, vc q é uma idiota, e se elas tiverem copiando a Fla qual é o problema ? Ela paro de faze isso mesmo, e eu acho isso muito legal ok! Meu vai arranja o que faze, no mínimo deve te sido vc q hackeo a ib da fla só PQ ela n estava mais respondedo né? Meu menina vai cata coquinho vai

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    2. pq eu iria hackear a fla? eu amo aquela garota, amo e ib dela.... pq a troco de que eu iria hackear ela? eu não vou mais ler isso.. podem me xingar do que quiserem mas não vou responder mais NADA. Mayara, eu disse isso na raiva.. desculpe qualquer coisa

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  3. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CONTINUAAA

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  4. SÉRIO PERFEITA DMSS, CONTINUA LOGO *U* @purpledojustin

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    1. é, ta demorando mt os comentarios :((((

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    2. posta assim mesmo.. usahusahasuhsa ja deu p fazer um capitulo né?

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  6. Respostas
    1. CARALEO? EU FALEI ISSO MESMO? KKKKKKK

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    2. ahahahahahha esperem um poquiiiiinho só, o capítulo ta no caderno, vo digitar e postar ok? hahahahahahaha amore que amor pela nossa IB ein hahahaha

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  14. PERDI UM BOM TEMPO FAZENDO ISSO NÉ? KKK JA DA PRA POSTAR

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Um comentário é igual a um beijo do Justin under the mistletoe