And history repeats itself...
...
"—Ah, I didn't get it," I said when the movie ended.
"—What exactly?" Chris asked, sounding a bit distracted.
"—I think the whole movie, honestly," I said, scratching my head. I was a bit slow today.
"—I'll explain it to you. There were five of them and they'd always been friends, but one of them was bullied by his own friends. He was a bit of a nerd, so the others made fun of his intelligence, but he was a bit of a pushover and let things happen, you know?"
"—I got that part, Chris."
"—But then they grow up, and one of them apparently dies in an accident."
"—Yes."
"—Except it wasn't an accident; the nerd had been planning it for a long time. One of them dies, and they talk about starting a business where the four of them are partners, but they don't have money to finance it. Then the nerd says he has someone who can help, and everything looks beautiful."
"—That's what I thought."
"—But suddenly the business goes bankrupt, their shares are worth nothing, and they owe 400,000 to a guy who turns out to be in the mafia. They don't have the money, so the mobster makes a deal with them because his niece was kidnapped by the nephew of another mobster. So, the guy who kidnapped the niece has a brother, and the mobster says: 'Bring his brother to me so I can trade him for my niece, and we're all good.'"
"—But then there was a twist I didn't get."
"—Right, but remember the nerd? The guy he went to ask for money is actually his uncle. He talked to his uncle because he discovered that the brother of the guy who supposedly 'kidnapped the uncle's niece' is a snitch—you know, those guys who are in the mafia but give information to the police. The nerd told his uncle that the nephew is one of them, and the uncle said he'd give 2,000 dollars to whoever found the nephew. He set the whole thing up with his uncle to screw over the friends who always made fun of him. He made his friends kidnap and kill someone, and he walked away with the two thousand dollars," Chris explained.
"—That was a lot of intelligence from that nerd."
"—It was. Too interesting to be true."
"—Want to watch another one?" I asked, because today was movie marathon day and we'd already seen about three. He didn't even have a chance to answer before I heard my phone ringing in my room. I excused myself, leaving Chris and a sleepy Lia on the sofa, and went to get my phone.
When I entered the room, it stopped ringing. When I picked it up to see who it was, it started calling again. It was Bruno.
[Phone Call On]
"—Hey, Theo."
"—Hey, Bruno."
"—I hope I'm not bothering you."
"—No, no, I wasn't doing anything interesting anyway," I said, sitting on my bed.
"—Oh, that's good... mm... do you... Mmm... want to go out with me?" he asked with pauses in between.
"—Sure, when?"
"—Today."
"—Today? Isn't it a bit late?" I asked, checking the time. It was already eight at night.
"—You're absolutely right, I should have called earlier. I apologize for bothering you, Theo," he said, and I could tell he sounded a bit discouraged.
"—No..." I thought for a second. "Why not, actually? Can you pick me up in thirty minutes?"
"—Seriously? Sure... I'll be there in a bit."
"—Sure, see you then."
"—See you, Theo," he said and hung up.
...
"—I think I shouldn't have chosen a romance," Bruno said.
"—Why?"
"—The whole way to the cinema, you wouldn't stop talking. But after the movie and on the way here, you've been completely silent."
"—I am so sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable... it's just... it was an interesting movie. And sad."
"—Sad because he left? He had to leave; the illness he had could have killed her," Bruno said, taking a sip of his Coke.
"—No, because... even though he loved her, he realized they couldn't be together because of the circumstances," I said thoughtfully.
"—I think, in some way, you identified with that."
"—Not exactly... Chace and I, we broke up."
"—I didn't have time to apologize for last time. I shouldn't have acted that way. I'm sorry for that."
"—Water under the bridge, Bruno," I said, still pensive.
"—And do you... want to talk about it?"
"—'It'?" I asked.
"—You and... Chace."
He spoke, but I noticed he was a bit hesitant.
"—I think it would be uncomfortable for you to hear a woman complaining about another man," I said, feeling a bit awkward.
"—Ah, but you wouldn't be complaining. We are two adults who decided to have a conversation. Everyone talks. You don't need to feel shy with me. If you want to talk, I'm listening."
"—Yeah... but it's hard."
"—Sometimes talking to a stranger is more comfortable and easier than talking to an acquaintance."
"—True," I finally said after a few seconds.
Here it goes, then.