Berta
I was about to leave the bathroom when she spoke me.
"Would you like to go somewhere to dine? Today is a beautiful day and it's not raining at last."
I agreed, because I wasn't going to sit in the dormitory all day.
"May I ask you?"
"Of course."
"Why don't you make up?"
I felt embarrassed and felt how my face got red.
"Well...I don't like to make up"
"But it would be great for you."
"Mhm...I think that you are more suitable for make up than I do."
"Why?"
"Because you're just beautiful."
Norway blushed and chuckled.
"Guys should tell me this..."
"Don't they say?"
Norway sighed and smiled at me, but didn't answer me. And then we drowned in our thoughts. I don't know what Norway was thinking about, but I was just happy. This was the first time when I had lunch in a restaurant with someone else, not with my parents. It was like a date for me. I wanted to ask Norway a lot of things, but I didn't dare.
"Am I so hopeless? They're simply unbearable!"
"Not all guys are bad. I had my best friend, he was the best boy in the world," I smiled.
"Was he your boyfriend?"
"No. We were kids, Norway. We climbed to the trees, played pirates, we were doing homework together... He was like a brother to me... In general, I was lucky to be friends with boys more than with girls."
"Really? Were you friends with the boys? I envy you..."
"And I'm now friends with boys."
"Oh yes... I noticed this."
"I hate myself for this. Whatever I don't eat, I am still fat..."
In fact, she felt very much like me. But I hated my body not because I felt fat. I hated it because it was strange to me. But apart from the fact that we felt alike with Norway, I couldn't agree with the fact that she considers herself fat.
"You're fat? Listen, it's totally bullocks!" I started to laugh. "Look at the mirror! You're very beautiful..."
"No way!"
"Drunk Drunk!" She gently poked me.
I laughed and poked her back. Norway was right. We both were pretty drunk. But it was still not enough for us.
Then we dressed up and went to the guest room. We wanted to be alone and continue our evening. And in that room I decided to reveal my secret to Norway.
"Come," Norway waved me crawling on the bed. "It's the best place in the world to relax and talk about everything in the world," her voice sounded carelessly and cheerfully.
I followed Norway. I didn't even feel like I told her everything what I didn't tell a single person in this world, except when I told my mother about how I felt.
"How? Really? Does that mean I have a boyfriend tonight?" Norway giggled.
"Probably. But you can have a boyfriend the next evening and the other next evening..."
"Yes", I was sincere.
"And you really feel like a guy?"
"I'm a guy... Well, I'm a girl, but I'd like be a boy. That would be better."
"Very complicated... I don't really understand, but... Don't be angry."
"I'm not angry", I calmly answered.
I was probably a little frustrated, but I thought that Norway just needs a time. After all, not everyone can think like me...
"I want you to be a guy."
"I can be it."
And then we heard like something rustled. It was Enrique. He quickly closed the door of the guest room so we didn't have time even to react to his presence. But the evening was already ruined. Wine Spells scattered. Norway pulled from the bed and said that she felt very tired, wished me a good night and disappeared leaving me alone. I stayed alone on the bed. I felt stupid. But I thought that maybe she was scared? In addition, we really drunk a lot of wine. I never had a girlfriend or boyfriend, so I thought that it would probably be a good idea to be in relationship with Norway. She is warm, sincere and friendly, very beautiful... I got into my dreams that night so much that I almost didn't sleep. Her lips are soft and gentle, she is warm like the sun, and just remembering that kiss the whirlwind was so thrilling me that I woke up million times in the night.
But the next morning all my dreams were wiped off from the ground. When everyone gathered at the breakfast table, Norway even didn't look at me. It was not hard to understand that she avoided me. I felt... How to say... Like a shit. And then I saw Charlene looking at Norway and everything became clear to me. Welcome back to Earth, Berta, as Thomas says.
And later I found a note:
"Dear, Berta,
Forgive me for yesterday... This is what happened between us was a mistake. Forget it. Let's stay friends.
Norway "
Okay, I can forget that. I've never tell others about what Norway told me about herself, but I don't know whether she will do the same with me. And that was definitely a mistake. I probably scared her. A girl who says she feels like a guy... It should have looked absurd in her eyes. Nonsense. And Enrique. Probably he hates me, too. All my life is some kind of nonsense. Chaos. And I myself... I have no idea what's happening in me. I like Charlene, but I kiss with Norway. I've never kissed with someone before. Maybe I'm really abnormal? Most likely, Norway was thinking so about me. It would be much better not to be than to be rejected. But in the morning the sun will rise again and the new day will come... And everything will remain as it was.