10.

On the morrow of that great night, he found a post-it on te mirror that was opposite the bed. It said:

"I have gone to write to de park, 

yes, today you are my ideas"

He smiled, took his camera and went out the door. Because today, she inspired him too.

When she arrived home she found him making  lunch and also she found something that she never had seen in the house before, a camera. She took it and saw all the photos that were already in the walls, the new photos of today and some photos of her while she were writting...

-Oh! you´re you! You are the "J" in the photos! Why did not you tell me? Are really good!.- She shouted.

-Simply, I didn´t want any contact with you, remember? I work as a waiter at my favourite bar, the photos are only a hobby that I reserve just for me.

-Not only for you if I am in your photos...

-No...you shouldn´t have seen that! Give it back! 

-Tell me your fucking name once!

-JACK.

-Ok Mr.Jack..I´ll give you the camera if you...

She stopped to talk, took a photo of him, she begun to laugh a lot and said:

-Take it if you can!.- She kissed him and ran fastly to the shower.

9. Her thoughts

It was our first date, but my desire for him was a long time in my heart that I could not take it anymore. He was as always talking and talking and laughing with that crooked smile he had, which made ​​me shudder every time I see it.
Happened many times in my head all night that idea, and already, in that bar full of art and jazz, nest of any musician, while he talked and laughed and laughed and talked, while we werw facing each other, I stood firm, without hesitation, I stood before him, and I kissed him.
And then I felt I had ever felt for anyone. Suddenly the kiss became more kisses, the kisses in caresses and  and sighs in the ear, and sighs in  faltering breath .. The next day was a precious gift in my sheets, it was He.

8.

One day, she was writting in her notebook, the notebook which she never let anyone read it and he took it just to fuck.
-Give me, it´s not your toy!!.-She shouted.
-Oh! come on! Someday I had to do it!.
But the notebook fell off to the floor, and from the leaves left a photo. She began to cry.
And it happened what they were waiting for.... That incident brought them closer together.
-Yes, she is my mother, if I am here it´s not for other thing that her. Where I lived, I felt overwhelmed, I needed air. She died two years ago, of cancer. This was her favourite city. I know it like I was from here. And because of this I´m back. For feel myself like her when she went to here, free, for write everything and more, when she was in her dear Barcelona.
He didn´t say anything...Just he embraced her. And he understood some things.
And, obviously he fell in love a little more with her.

7.

They don´t know how do it, but they don´t stop to argue, why? They don´t know it. About that there are clothes all over the floor, about who clean, about who pay, but without realizing also they argue about who go out with someone, about "see, how she is seeing you"or " see how he has touched you" but they don´t know  or they don´t want to admit that they look for them in the house, that one of them waits for the other watching TV at night, they don´t want to admit that they look for some excuses only for talk... Who understand them? They don´t want to admit that they are falling in love..

6.

On the other side of the world, a boy of 1 meter 78 doesn´t stop tossing and turning in bed. All he does is think and think what do ... He is the only one who knows the truth, he wants that she retunrs. Why? a word can explain everything, Love.

5.

One night, she didn´t have anything for eat. She took him and they went to a nice restaurant that was in their street. It called "Sensations".
They ate to burst. At first, they were rude, like angry, but over time he began to see her with new eyes, "she´s really beautiful". He thought. They were very different, but also they were very similar. That night something changed in the mind of him, and also in her.

4.

It was him, the most stupid person in the world, the same that was sat next to me in the plane.

-Oh, sit!.- It was the first thing that a could say in that moment.

-I love you too!.- He said with a big touch of irony.- I need the money and you need a place where to sleep no? So we don´t need any type of contact

-Quiet, I wouldn´t pretended it, can I come in?

-hmm…yes, you can.

It was the most beautiful  penthouse that I´d ever seen. There were a lot of photographs, in all the walls. They were wonderful. All of were signed with a letter, a J.

-They are very nice, who is the author?.- I asked.

-Tss! I don´t know… I bought them in Candem.

-I´m really angry…Have you got something for eat?

-No for you, but you can take something of the fridge, just today. The food runs of your count.

-I got the idea.

3.

On the plane, she´s nervous.
-This sit is mine!.- Shouted a boy. A nice boy,he had , green eyes, two days beard, a tattoo and glasses of pasta and he was tall.
-Oh sorry! could you say it more politely no?
-Oh shut up, I´m not happy today.
That boy is really rude!.-I thought.

When she arrived to that place, she didn´t undesrtand nothing, she had to find a place to live. she  tried and tried to find an habitable place but she didn´t find anyplace. But suddenly she saw a poster on a flat. She went up to the last floor,the top-floor apartment, knock on the door and someone opened..
She couldn´t believe what she was seeing.

2.

I don´t know what to do, or say.
-Please, don´t  go,  don´t do this, don´t do this for us
'I have to do.remember of the agreement, as if this conversation we hand´t ever had.
-Fuck.

Although I didn´t get a "ok" for an answer, I knew that "fuck" was a "yes, for you I do all, you know."
I took the bag and went out by the door.

1.

- I want  to go out of this city.
- Why? .- He asked worried.
-Because I have nothing here to do, I want to get away from all this city, people, look for life, study in other place, meet new people, making money for myself, fuck up from time to time , go to parties, drink, fuck, go with the car with loud music to the rhythm of Nirvana, get drunk and wake up with a new tattoo, I want to scream to the world that I am the happiest girl in the world and I am young fuck, I am made to enjoy life. And I can´t do it here.

The begining.

Hi all! I will use this blog to write a history. I hope that you like!  Don´t doubt in write coments, opinion or all of you want, if you want to send me some ideas or questions I will answer you delighted (:
xoxo.

Myself.

Hi all! As a first blog post, I will introduce myself.
I am a 16 year old girl addicted to fashion.
I'm stubborn, honest, but  when I lie it´s not to hurt people I love. I am reserved and lazy. I love surprises. I hate this unjust world, people are false, xenophobic, racist ... And also,I hate when people call "culture" to kill a bull.

I'm in the humanities. I don´t like feeling lonely, and I hope people quickly.
I would love to go to New York and live there for a while.
Sum up I'm a happy girl and  I don´t want any trouble but as there are always problems ... Don´t worry, be Happy!(:
Hello, nice to meet U!