***
When they returned to the main hall of the ' Omnia, Fabrizio was gone. Probably had migrated to some other group of girls or point to one and ask if they had already met the week before the Sahara . By the end of the night and the center would have won a prize to be proud of the next day. Moreover, the appearance was playing on his side.
Simon and Erika their way through the crowd, he decided to go to dance before you weigh anchor and leave the party in high school who had not been particularly exciting. They stopped next to the deejay station, a short distance from the speakers that gave off a loud music, high enough to be the source of intoxication like alcohol and tobacco use. Letting go at the pace, you set off on the notes of the pieces that were the most that beginning in 1984, What a Feeling to Moonlight Shadow , via I Like Chopin Gazebo and the great Thriller by Michael Jackson, which was launched a few months before. Lost in a sea of drunk guys dancing and music and strobe lights, they spent a good half hour of fun overall.
"And now a moment's attention," the deejay announced at some point, slightly lowering the volume. "Here it is serious, folks. For the beautiful Simona, by Fabrizio ... I want to see you raise your hands to heaven for this extraordinary piece! "
Simon realized that he had not heard the name until he saw the wonder on his face drawn by Erika. Then she looked rather frightened, watching her friend open-mouthed and quizzical look. "But how ...?" He began, but already Erika shook her head and opened his arms. But Simon did not have time to finish the sentence because his attention was caught by the new disc that the deejay had made. The only took two seconds to recognize the introduction of Radio Ga-Ga of the Queen . Her mouth dropped open even more, as if his chin had decided to break off and go dancing on his own.
Erika laughed, leaning on her knees like a grotesque imitation of the girl he had met there earlier in the bathroom, only that the dinner was pouring on the floor instead of crack up with laughter. Simon was speechless for a moment, then his eyes wandered behind the deejay and around the point where they were to find her and Erika Fabrizio, but did not see him. The song went to the disco chorus and the whole charge seemed to explode right then, as Simon put aside any thought and jumped as he had never done until then, loudly singing his favorite song and thinking that, yes, could say that the evening was a blast and would remember with pleasure.
***
They met no more Fabrizio for the rest of the evening. After unintentionally scared Simona, was as gone, it was not for the dedication requested the deejay.
"It's unbelievable," said Erika soon as they were in the car, ready to go home with a cold tremendous him and ears ringing. They had pretty much talked the last half hour, when Radio Ga Ga was over and had wandered into nightclub before deciding it was time to quit. "How did he know it was your favorite song? You have to admit that scored a million points, with a stunt like this ... "
Simon was silent and thoughtful for a moment, feeling the sweat that you went on the drying front in the frigid temperatures of that Saturday evening in early February . It would certainly caught a cold slap. "It is truly another amazing thing," he explained. "The deejay said that the dedication was for Simon to Fabrizio, but I remember I never said my name."
Erika's eyes widened so funny. "Wow! I never thought of! I was convinced that ... Wait, maybe I heard while I was talking about when we were going to the bathroom ... "
"No, not you call me by name, I do not think."
"... or maybe you already knew of view and was informed by someone in there, there was basically the whole school and everyone knows you. "
"If so terrifies me" Simon confessed. "I do not want it to be a pervert who has set his heart ..."
"I'm not like these thoughts from you," interrupted Erika. "It gave me the impression of a bad lot, that can be had feelings and that, having started on the wrong foot, he tried desperately to recover. If a guy asked me how I know him I would call a, a name does nothing ... "
Simon thought. He smiled, turned to Erika, visibly relieved. "You know you're right? I must be tired and paranoid. It certainly went well. And the song is one that is more now, coincidentally just guessed my favorite. "He paused. "Anyway it was fun!" He concluded, setting in motion. "If I'd seen even a peck gliel'avrei as if he deserved it," she added slyly.
"Maiala," scoffed the Erika, laughing.
***
Three days later, Simon collapsed onto his bed. Studied for nearly two hours and had a headache from hell. He decided that was enough for now. It was almost four and wanted to take a walk outside before it became dark. She went downstairs, where his mother was watching television, and announced who walked Kitty, their dog.
"I do not want you to pee against the gates of the neighbors' advised her Isa.
Simon went out and retrieved the leash by one of the chairs in the garden. Kitty, who had joined her as soon as she heard the door shut, began to saltellarle around, excited. "Good, good, beautiful," he complimented Simon, stroking the head. "Let's go."
There followed the usual path that Simon gave his dog at least twice a week: went up the long street where they lived and then take the road leading to the square of the small village on the outskirts of Parma, where Ketty Simona freed, leaving it running around in a tiny patch of lawn that could not be considered a real public park. The dog loved that moment where you fiondava sniffing every inch of ground to mark their territory urinating. It was difficult to meet with other dogs, so there was no risk that azzuffasse or, worse, to mate. Simon had never been favorable to sterilize it.
"Kitty! Come on! "Called her back after about ten minutes, noting that the temperature had dropped and that was likely to be late: he would never find the strength to start to study if he had hesitated for a long time. He hung up the leash to the collar of the dog and started walking back toward home.
Not traveled more than a few tens of meters away from the square, before his attention was caught by a person who walked out the door of the tobacconist. Her heart leapt in my chest and felt bubbling cheeks, her eyes seemed to want to explode from their sockets in disbelief. The wonder only lasted a few moments, before suggesting the rationality of looking down and away as quickly as possible with her Kitty.
Fabrizio was making out with haste, two packs of cigarettes in one hand and a bunch of keys in the other. He was wearing jeans and a heavy coat, both of the utmost elegance. He walked to his car, parked right in front of the tobacco and it was then that he noticed Simon. "Hey!" He called. "Hello!"
Simon decided to ignore it, but it was so damn unsure of itself that he made a couple of steps before stopping and turning toward him. He pretended to look with his eyes the origin of the salute, as if the road was full of people, rather than accommodate only two of them, as if he had not already noticed Fabrizio. When you looked at him, leaning with her elbows on the hood of his car and smiling, she performed in an attempt to appear that would have pulled a surprise even to a cheering audience of children. "Oh, hello" he said, while Kitty was pulling the leash.
"Do not tell me ... Do you live here? "Said Fabrizio, breaking away from the car and crossing the street to reach it. He walked confidently, like a catwalk model, with the blond tuft fluttering and bright smile by American actor.
"Yes," said Simon, the lead passing from hand to hand, and thinking it would be a problem-free in a short time and would be forced to remain on the books even after eating. Kitty resigned and sat down, panting with his tongue hanging out. "You too? I've never seen before. "
"No, not me," said Fabrizio. He was faced with Simon and she could smell it, it was intriguing and convinced her that if she had smelled a long time, could push it to jump on him and strip him. "I was driving home and I stopped to get cigarettes, I was short ... bad habit, smoking. You can not do without it for a minute, when he calls, he calls. "
Simon nodded. He could not explain why he felt so embarrassed. He had to deal constantly with other boys, for years, but with Fabrizio was different. He did not un
derstand how, but different . He found himself fix them on your hands, and big toes that seemed carved in marble, so much had defined lines and sharp edges, and again, with astonishment and shame, he thought it would go into a trance if he had felt on their skin, and strong wrap.
"How strange, though," Fabrizio continued. "Before we never met and now twice in a few days. Maybe it's dest ... "
"It's always like this" said Simon, relieved by the fact that he can keep his perverted thoughts.
"How?" He asked, without the smile had cracked considerably since they started the conversation. A Simon recalled a wax figure. Even the skin was shiny and taut in an unnatural way.
"It's normal," he explained. "You can see a person a thousand times a day, but if we ever do unless you have known. It is likely that we have crossed at other times if you live here in the area ... Do you live here in the area? "
"Why do you care?" Said Fabrizio, mischievous.
"Oh, sorry. In this case I wonder why we are here talking, I have nothing else to do in ca ... "
"Stop, joking" he interrupted. "I thought that we begin to make progress, if you already ask me where I live."
"Do not get strange ideas" Simon noticed that Fabrizio was very different from the previous Saturday, a much more direct and arrogant. "I'm just polite."
"But yes, I live not far from here," he replied evasively. "Let's say that if you call me in ten minutes are in your house," he added.
"Ha-ha," Simon responded. We could do, was to give him that.
"Want to try? You want my number? "
"Of course I go straight to the point, eh?" He remarked, amused. Kitty was raised, and stared earnestly the direction they were headed before this unexpected meeting. "No beating about the bush."
"And what should I do? I was lucky to meet you after seeing you on Saturday and if I can not hope that the fate bring me back your way for a third time. I do not know if you understand, but I like you mean it. "
"Physically" specific Simona. "I've only seen outside, if anything, can you tell me that I appeal to you, but before you say that you like me you should at least know."
Fabrizio shook his head and chuckled. "You were always so pragmatic? All right, and as you say. Then give me the chance to meet you, I'm sure I'll regret what I said and it'll run away with your tail between your legs. "
Simon frowned and stared at him with an expression which was showing him that he was incorrigible, but that was making fun. He spread his arms and she sobered. "How'd you know my name?" He asked, recalling the doubts that have arisen after the disco party.
"I asked a boy who was near us when I almost dropped," said Fabrizio, no problems tuning the frequencies of the memory of Simon.
"And the song? Who told you this was my favorite song? "
"You."
"How? I've never ... "
"Now," Fabrizio said with satisfaction. "You told me you now. Your favorite song, eh? What a stroke of ass that I had, eh eh. "
Simon was speechless, as if he had slapped her. Fabrizio stared into his eyes, sensing in a single moment that Kitty was beginning to pull to move forward, the cold that had become bitter and penetrated the dresses and the light of day had dropped sharply. Then she burst into a laugh worthy of the best moments with Erika, so that the same Kitty raised his ears and turned to look at. He laughed long and Fabrizio joined her.
"I have deserved your number?" He asked after a while '.
And, without thinking twice, Simon informed him.
"Do not ask for anything else," Fabrizio said, raising his hands as a sign of surrender and retreating to his car. He was visibly excited. "I will not pull the rope, and I thank you ... I'll call you! "He turned, clenching his fists, exulting to himself.
Simon watched him coming up in the car and drove away. He did not move for a few seconds after he had disappeared from his view. When he started walking, satisfying the desire of Kitty, who was thirsty and tired, was still smiling.
***
Simon went into the house as if he were walking in the air, blown by a breeze of excitement. He closed the door behind him with a distracted gesture, and with the smile on her lips like a tattoo and staring, his coat hung the coat. "Ciaooo" cried her mother, wherever she was.
He started to climb the stairs and went to his bedroom, where he intended to reopen the books and study the pages that were left - not until you have telephoned to Erika and told them the news - when Isa looked out the kitchen door with a spoon of wood in his hand. He watched with a serious expression.
"Are you okay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, why?" Said Simon, as if they had just asked the most obvious thing in the world.
"I do not know, you greeted me as if he seen me in two days and you're there, you ride out the ass ..." This was an expression that did a lot to Isa.
"The walk me relaxed," said Simon, but his tone of voice implied that he was not deliberately let the truth. In her heart she hoped that her mother insisted on questioning her, because he wanted to tell her about his encounter, as if the joy within him should find relief valves to keep it from exploding. Part of her wondered how it was possible to be so excited just to have met a nice guy and breezy, it was like under the influence of some powerful drug, but was feeling anything but negative, then it was not worth asking too many questions.
"Maybe ..." Isa agreed, becoming darker in the face and back into the kitchen to get back in the kitchen.
Simon was a bit 'disappointed by that reaction, but wasted no time and ran up the stairs. Erika was thrilled as she ... that envy had not always had the upper hand, which had already happened in the past and brought them to the brink of breaking their friendship.
"And when you see? 'Isa was, back on his feet, her face raised to the landing stairs in the middle.
Simon froze and turned, trying not to let it shine his satisfaction. "Who?" He asked, making a fake dumb.
"You and the guy you know." His mother's expression was neutral, as if he had not realized how Simon was exalted, or as if he was deliberately ignoring.
"How do you know?" She again asked, amused.
"I'm your mother, Isa said, lowering his eyes to the floor as if remembering something. A Simon seemed to see her sigh. "And I am a woman, as old now."
"Oh, you! However, I still know nothing, for now we've just talked about stuff '... think, I met Saturday night at the disco, and luck would have it I've seen now in place, it is not ...? "
"Coincidence" said Isa for her. "A fortunate coincidence."
"Precisely. I thought it was a Saturday stupidotto but today I spoke ten minutes and I find it fascinating, fun ... "He shifted his eyes dreamy and swayed from side to side with the whole body, holding the handrail as the railing of a ship was driven by crashing waves.
"I'm happy for you," said Isa, but his eyes seemed to tell another story.
"Do not say" Simon objected fact, suddenly becoming serious, like a child that some kids were threatening to steal your favorite toy. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no, I figured," he hastened to justify Isa, recovering energy. "I'm just tired, but I'm glad to see you so. Are you ... Solar. "He made a smile.
"True," confirmed Simon, returning to the state of exaltation and lightness typical of falling. "I can not even explain to you what he sent me, has not done anything in particular. It made me laugh, yes, maybe it was that, but not only. Maybe when they speak of love at first sight think of something like this, inexplicable. I do not know if you ever, even with dad, but at some point it was as if ... "
"As if I knew him all along?" Ventured Isa.
"Exactly. It's happened to you? This is my first time. "
"It happened to me, yes," he recalled, unable to withstand the gaze of his daughter. "Not with his dad, but it means nothing, now I'm fine with him. But I've tried what you say and I understand perfectly. "
"And is not it wonderful?"
"Yes," said Isa, but the words seemed sharp shards of glass that ca
me out of his mouth, lips martoriassero. "Incredible," he added.
"Perhaps not the right time" even suggested Simon. "I've found a lot of stupid, who knows ..."
"Do not go too fast now," he interrupted excitedly Isa. "Non .. expects to make plans. "
"You're right. Anyway I gave him the number, was stronger than me. If you were to call a guy ... "
"Okay, I understand," the anticipated his mother.
"And do not say anything to Dad, for now. You know him ... "He did not finish the sentence, but Isa knew that he was referring to the fact that Aldo was jealous of her daughter and did not see a good eye on the kids who came with her, especially considering that at nineteen years he was still little more than a child.
"All right. However he is basically happy, wants you to be happy. If he saw you now would be in seventh heaven. But I'll shut up for now.. "And then it was never more certain that he would keep his promise. There was no alternative, however.
"When he comes back, anyway?"
"They were a new customer, in Florence, he and his representative, must know that when you find new customers want to be there personally, because he says that the business owner has to put his face first. I do not think I'm home before ten o'clock tonight. "
"Um, okay." Simon thought it was getting excessively late. "I'm going to finish studying now."
"Vai, vai. If you succeed "joked Isa, dedicating another tiring smile. Then she went, feeling the weight of a terrible millstone gravarle on consciousness.
***
Eventually Erika took the news anything but negative, revealing a loyal friend. "I'm happy for you," he said to Simon on the phone, after she had told her the details of the meeting with Fabrizio and she had let go a thousand fantasies of how she could continue the story. "Even if I repeat that I would not bet five hundred pounds on a guy like that, thinking about how you are you and how I saw it Saturday night ..."
"Never mind, it's strange for me," Simon revealed. "I can not explain it, it's the same feeling I had when we met at ' Omnia : I draw a lot, but I do not know what I like in him. It is a set of physical appearance ... "
"On what nothing to say, looks good," agreed Erika.
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