Page 32 of Wishing for La Luna

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Something’s obviously going on. Let me know when you’re ready to talk.

Zao

Pero por poco te la comes ahí mismo, Manin.

He’s not wrong.Yo le hubiera comido esa boca, if she had let me. And I still want to. So fucking bad.

That’s why this is not fun. This chick is crazy and she hates me. She’s playing a role too freaking well. We both are. My body doesn’t know it, though. Neither does my brain. It keeps replaying every moment of tonight over and over. It keeps begging me to ask questions.Was it all an act? What if it was? What if it wasn’t?

I pull up her name on my phone, start typing a “Hi,” but hit backspace and exit. No, this is what it is, and I’m not going to push that. I’m going home to sleep.

On the radio, the Niko block is on fire. They’re playing his third album, the one where he experimented with sounds that normally don’t go with reggaeton. The track I’m listening to, ‘Biología,’ is a chill, lo-fi type of song with soft lyrics. As the song plays, new lyrics sprout in my head.

I wish I didn’t get in my head

Me convierto en cientifico and dissect

Every look, every breath

Under the microscope in my brain

This should be simple

Tas soltera y yo I’m also single

We should let our bodies mingle

But we’re not normales

We act like breeds of different animales

Si fueramos planetas

Yo sería Venus y tu fueras Marte.

Are we going to keep circling the wagon

Or move on to the good parte?

I jot them down quick to make sure I remember. Hmm…I think they’re kind of fire. I switch to my messages app to message Niko.

Me

Listening to Biología. You got a remix in the future?

He responds almost immediately.

Niko

What are you thinking?

I copy the lyrics I just wrote and shoot them his way.

Niko

Uff.

Hitting up Vampiro. Stay tuned.

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