My cheap mouth (2)

"Why didn't you-" like me back? My question gets cut off by the entrance of one of the actresses. Can these people not understand that I'm trying to get some answers here? How frustrating! I not only have to deal with the dense woman in my arms, but also with the people that come in the worst time.

The woman freezes by the door after taking in our position, gaping like a fish out of the water. I glare at the woman, whose eyes widen in realization. Good, at least she knows not to interrupt in the future. Reluctant, I let Heidi slip from my arms. Her warmth remains, but it is not the same as having her pressed against me.

That makes my anger boil hotter. I'm not going to forget all these little interruptions! You hear me?

"Heidi, we're going to rehearse the play again." The woman finds her voice, at last, and speaks up.

"Oh, ok!" It is not ok, you! I inwardly sigh. It is a lost cause with Heidi, who am I trying to deceive? The woman nods and hurries away, leaving us alone once again. Heidi, blissfully unaware of what transpired, animatedly chatters. "Then, Aldo, it was really nice seeing you. Are you coming to see the play? I don't think there are tickets available, but I have one free. If you-"

"I'll take it." I hurriedly say. I don't know what I'm going to do with you, but it's time for me to take everything I was denied from you! You're not tied by marriage as I guessed and there are no wild monkeys (I think), so it's a green light for me.

"I'll give it to you before it starts. So, call me when you're here." She widely smiles as she leaves, and I can just stupidly stare at your leaving back.

It sure brings back terrible memories…

I cannot forget that hot day when I tried to hide my tears on my sweaty face.

From that day on, I could not get interested in anything. My life became a dull repetition of days and nights. Now that I am an adult, I understand that you were not any puppy love, like our mothers thought, like I thought; you were my first love. That one love I could not forget. Cannot forget.

Back then, my mom worried so much by my sudden apathy, that she signed me up for all sort of courses; swimming, football, tennis, karate, even singing and dancing classes. Just for the fun of the it. And they were all fun. It was singing and dancing that got most of my attention though.

When I became a trainee in Seahorse Entertainment at the age of fourteen, I stopped thinking romantically about you. I forced myself to stop thinking about you. I deceived myself to give it for granted that I was never going to see you again. That you would just be a very beautiful memory in my childhood. A distant memory…

But the fates are cruel and do not think highly of me because here I am again, falling under your charms; that can be counted with one hand to be honest. I mean, what else do you have but your lovable smile, your lovable personality, your lovable energy, your lovable wit, your lovable humor, your lovable bad-girl attitude, your…?

… see? You only have lovableness!

I, on the other hand… I think I learned how to be a bad boy from you.

What would you say if I tell you that some – alright, most! – songs I wrote, I did it while thinking about you? Would you be endeared? Would you be surprised? Would you be upset? Would you think I am a bad man? Though, that is the last thing I want. Am I an idiot for hoping for you to like me? To correspond my feelings even after all this time?

Well, I guess I truly am an idiot.

I only had to lay my eyes on you for a moment, then all those forgotten feelings bloomed once again; like a resilient wildflower on the sidewalk.

As I drive back to my house, I still cannot take her out of my head. Her whole womanly figure is already imprinted even in the deepest recess of my mind, that slim waist, that soft bosom, that swaying hair, those shapely arms and legs, completely replacing the thin and klutzy image of her young body.

Today is the day to remind me that you are my unforgettable first love; specially, when the first song I wrote about you sounds on the radio.

>It's only when I see you, that I think of my broken heart.

What did I do wrong? Tell me.

You're a heart breaker walking on this world.

Even if you say you'll leave me, I won't acknowledge it.

You still want to go?

Fine, let's see how well you live without me.<

I must have been crazy to write that about her. The funniest part is that some of my ex-girlfriends think those songs are about them. If only they knew… If only Heidi knew that she has always had a special place in my heart. That I did not only write about how bad she was, but also about the type of feelings she evokes in me. For that reason, I was once known as 'The Eternal Lover'.

I wanted to be your eternal lover…

But that image was thrown aside after I started writing about other stuff.

When I get home, I realize the door is unlocked. I remember I locked it before leaving. Has someone come? Very few people can enter my house. Is it mom? Reggie? My sister?... Or is it a thief?

I slowly open the door and peer inside. The lights are on and…

"Aldo!" This familiar voice… I do not want to hear it today. I quickly dodge the incoming human bullet and leave him sprawled on my entrance. Then, I turn around to leave the house.

There's no way I'm dealing with him today! And, I definitely would hate for his smell to get all over me when Heidi's is still fresh. And, yeah, I'm starting to sound like a pervert! But that's who I am! Sue me!

"Aldooo…" The unwelcomed guest whines as he grabs my leg, preventing me from taking another step.

"What are you doing in my house, Niccolo?" I sigh. Well, I guess I have to deal with him, the recently debuted singer from Seahorse, my junior. Niccolo Zino is an impressive singer. His range is quite wide and is very receptive to advice. That is why I have some songs featuring him. I have also written songs for him. His whole debut album was written by me actually.

The downside of working a lot with him? He is too clingy. Too nosy. Too gossipy. And he seems to know everything about…

"Aldo, you smell like a woman." … about women. It must be his perverted nature. I cannot hide anything from him! He is like a radar that can detect the presence of a woman, even if minimal, on others. He is a flirty guy, and kind of a womanizer. Yet his fixation on me is what makes him scarier. "Have you gone on a date? With whom? Do I know her?"

He shoots his unending questions as I make my way to the living room, with him obviously following me.

"It was a childhood friend, I bumped into her today." I say, trying to act casual as I throw myself on the sofa.

"Are you going to see her again?" He quickly returns.

"Yes, actually-" The moment I realize what I admitted to I quickly cover my mouth, and turn to look at Niccolo. Oh no, I'm screwed. He's giving me that sly smile of his; he wants something, I feel it! Please, just don't let it be what I'm thinking.

"Take me with you." He sweetly says.

Next time learn to shut up, Aldo. No wonder my manager says my mouth is cheap. It can't hold any secret! But I won't fall into Niccolo's demand! Not with this!

"No." I reply with finality. Seriously, just because I am a nice senior, he thinks he can take advantage of me? Besides, it is Heidi we are talking about. If I wanted to present her to any of my friends, Niccolo would never cross my mind. Just no!

"I'll tell your manager about Susie, about Aurora, about Jess, about Adelaide, and what was the name of that trainee…?" Niccolo hums, tapping his chin as if in thought.

If looks could kill…

I really want to kick him out of my house and be done with him. However, as much as Niccolo bluffs, because he would never say anything, he truly is a snitch. That is the reason why nobody liked him when he was a trainee. He was supposed to debut together with a group – Galaxy, Constellation, or something like that—, but everybody complained about his attitude. AKA, his snitching.

The saddest part is that he is an accidental snitch. No, he does not do it on purpose, but he could truly ruin careers from the things he knows and his loose mouth, which almost competes with mine.

In summary, yes, I have dated several women. The ones he mentioned, though, were those with whom I went a bit beyond just dating, and with whom I have had a few… scares, let's say.

The things women do just to tie me down, really…

So, no, my manager does not need to know that. I only have to learn to shut up, and keep Niccolo happy.