in here i have all the official and canon stuff i've written about them, its not a lot and i don't always feel like they are very good but whatever, theyre fun to write. i might some day edit them to add all the capitalizations and apostrophes and written accents.
language is stated between brackets on the title, i reccomend the spanish ones more, its easier for me to be proud of those.
emilio y fabian son mejores amigos desde segundo grado de la primaria, hace ya unos 12 años. ambos solian ser chicos bastante solitarios, dos raritos que se encontraron. durante la secundaria, fabian fue gradualmente cambiando, se hizo mas popular. emi se quedo exactamente igual, la unica razon por la que conoce gente nueva ahora es porque fabian lo obliga a ir a fiestas y boliches.
despues de las jodas suelen ir a la casa de alguno de los dos y dormir hasta el mediodia (a veces en la misma cama). fabian se conoce con todos en cualquier fiesta, tiene muchos 'amigos' y le encanta chamuyar y boludear gente. emi de mientras, pasa su tiempo discretamente (o lo que el cree que es discretamente) siguiendolo como un perrito perdido, odia cuando lo ve a fabian levantandose a alguna chica cualquiera. fabian siempre se da cuenta de cuando lo esta mirando, no le disgusta pero le genera muchas preguntas.
una noche, los papas de emi no estan en su casa asi que van ahi despues de quien sabe que fiesta. ambos estan muy en pedo (emi no se aguante ni dos birras) (a fabian le gusta mucho tomar), tropezandose con todo hasta llegar estrellados hasta el sillon mientras se rien de.. algo. una vez se calma la risa, fabian decide quitarse las dudas y preguntar:
-"¿por que miras tanto cuando me estoy chamuyando alguna piba? pareces un celoso"
-"nada que ver"
-"van a pensar que somos putos"
-"ya lo dicen"
-"si, porque vos insistis en seguirme a todos lados como un perrito"
-"mentira"
-"no te hagas el boludo, y no me respondiste la pregunta"
-"no es de celoso, es que siempre estas con cualquiera"
-"¿y, que tiene? si son lindas.."
-"pero vos no sos cualquiera, y a veces ni son tan lindas"
-"¿que, decis que me merezco algo mejor?"
-"supongo"
-"y a ver, ¿que seria algo mejor? ¿vos?"
-" ¿eh? no, nada que ver, yo no soy puto"
-"debatible"
unos minutos de silencio pasan entre los dos.
-"¿y si yo fuese una mina?"
-"¿eh?"
-"si yo hipoteticamente fuese una mina, ¿te pondrias asi de celoso tambien?"
-"si vos fueses mina ya serias mi novia... hipoteticamente"
-"¿ah si? ¿y si yo ahora fuese una chica que? ¿cual seria tu hipotetica accion?"
-"te rompo la jeta de un beso"
-"a ver, dale, hacelo"
silencio. emi parece estar considerando sus opciones, a fabian le da risa su cara, parece que esta haciendo una division larga en su cabeza.
-"¿que pasa? ¿arrugaste? que cagon que so-"
el beso es una mierda, descordinado, como si estuviesen intentando devorarse mas que besarse y quizas con demasiado entusiasmo pero mas o menos funciona. por solo unos segundos. emi se aleja bruscamente, como sorprendido de sus propias acciones. los dos estan un poco sin aliento, mirandose fijo.
-"no me digas cagon"
-"cagon"
-"cerra el orto"
esta vez es un beso mas cordinado, de alguna manera mas agresivo tambien. manos sin dueño se mueven hasta tocar caras ajenas pero conocidas, hasta agarrar, tirar del pelo de ese otro. con un golpe seco, la espalda de fabian choca contra el sillon, emi cayendo por encima. su mano eternamente fria comienza a hacerse camino por debajo de la camisa de fabian, haciendolo reaccionar ante el contacto. quizas el sonido de un auto acercandose a la casa es lo que en realidad lo hace reaccionar. viendo como despues de sus labios haber perdido el contacto emi ni siquiera atenta a moverse de encima de el, prefiriendo quedarsele mirandolo, fabian dice:
-"correte, tarado. ¿o queres que nos vean tus viejos?"
-"¿eh? ah, si, perdon"
alejandose como si lo que recien habia estado tocando se hubiese repentinamente prendido en fuego, continua:
-"vamos a mi cuarto, no tengo ganas de saludarlos ahora"
-"que apurado, ¿no queres saludar a tu mama teniendo la pija parada?"
-"¿que? no tengo- callate. no es eso, es que son como las 3 de la mañana y estas borracho"
-"vos tambien, sos mas corajudo cuando estas en pedo"
a los tropezones y casi tirando varias cosas, llegan al cuarto de emi. despues de armar la cama extra, armar la cama en esta situacion solo significa tirar un colchon al piso sin sabanas y con una almohada de re mierda, los dos se acuestan, fabian en la cama chota. el se gira para el costado, quedando de espaldas a su amigo mientras el esta cara arriba, mirando a un punto fijo en el techo. despues de unos minutos de pensar en lo que habia pasado y estar sintiendo su cara como si estuviese siendo quemada por el sol, emi pregunta:
-"¿que mierda fue eso?"
fabian esta ya casi dormido para el momento en que emi puede pasar sus extraños pensamientos a una oracion coherente.
-"¿que cosa?"
-"¿como que 'que cosa'? nos.. nos besamos"
-"ah, eso. no fue nada"
-"¿nada? ¿no es un poco.. gay?"
-"nah"
-"¿por que?"
-"porque fue hipotetico, yo era una hipotetica chica y vos eras.. bueno, vos. no cuenta"
lo dice como si fuese la cosa mas obvia del mundo, como si el haberse besado no hubiese alterado el cerebro de emi para siempre.
-"mm, supongo"
en realidad, si tiene un poco de sentido, por lo menos para su mente de borracho y con sueño.
-"ahora callate y dormite, tengo sueño"
emi obedece, girandose para el costado y dandole la espalda, quedando mirando hacia su ventana. su cerebro no esta para nada callado, pero supone que la tormenta interna que se esta formando en el fondo de su mente es problema del emi del futuro. al menos por ahora, fue a una joda mas o menos buena, tomo bastante y transo con.. alguien que posiblemente no se acordaria de eso al otro dia, y eso es suficiente para estar contento.
de mientras, fabian no se va a dormir, no por un rato largo. no era raro de el el tirar todo abajo de la alfombra y nunca mencionarlo de vuelta, pero emi es su mejor amigo, uno de los unicos amigos reales que tiene. no es culpa de el que esto haya pasado, emi lo beso a el. ¿entonces por que su mente y su estomago se sienten tan raros? el empezo con el chamuyo, pero el siempre lo jode a emi asi y nunca llega a algo serio, el colorado siempre se pone demasiado nervioso como para seguir el chiste. igual, emi lo beso a el asi que no era su culpa. incluso si el la siguio, incluso si lo agarro del pelo y de la remera como si estuviese siendo salvado de ahogarse, incluso si habia esperado un poco que los besos continuaran despues de dejar el sillon, no importa. el no es responsable por eso asi que tampoco va a ser el responsable de tener que hablarlo. emi probablemente se va a olvidar al otro dia asi que ni hay tanto drama.
emilio and fabian have been friends since second grade, about 12 years ago. they both used to be lonely kids, two weirdos who found eachother. during secondary school, fabian gradually changed, he got a lot more popular. emi stayed exactly the same, the only reason he even meets new people is because fabian drags him to parties and clubs. after parties they usually go to one of eachothers houses and sleep until 1 pm (sometimes in the same bed). fabian knows everyone at every party, he has lots of 'friends' and he LOVES to flirt and fuck around with strangers. emi in the meantime spends his time discreetly (or at least he thinks hes being discreet) following him like a lost puppy, he hates when he catches a glampse of fabian hitting some random girl. he notices everytime he's being watched, he doesn't dislike it but it makes him have a lot of questions.
one night, emis parents arent home so they go there after whatever party. both are really drunk (emis a lightweight) (fabian really likes to drink), stumbling with everything and crashing on the couch while laughing at.. something. once the laughter dies a little, fabian decides to ask:
-"why do you stare so much when im flirting with girls? you look jealous"
-"not at all"
-"people are gonna think we're gay"
-"they already say it"
-"yeah, because you insist on following me everywhere like a puppy"
-"thats not true"
-"dont play dumb, and you havent answered my question"
-"its not that im jealous, youre just always with random nobody girls"
-"so? what of it? if theyre pretty.."
-"but youre not a nobody, and sometimes theyre not even that pretty"
-"what? youre saying i deserve something better?"
-"i guess"
-"so lets see, what would be something better? you?"
-"huh? no, not at all, im not gay"
-"debatable"
a few minutes of silence pass.
-"and what if i were a girl?"
-"huh?"
-"if i hypothetically were a girl, would you also get this jealous?"
-"if you were a girl youd already be my girlfriend... hypothetically"
-"oh yeah? and if i were a girl right now what? what would your hypothetical action be?"
-"id kiss the fuck out of you"
-"ok, go on, do it"
silence. emi seems to be considering his options, fabian thinks its funny, he looks like hes doing a long division in his head.
-"what? you back out? youre such a puss-"
the kiss is awful, messy with too much teeth, like theyre trying to devour eachother rather than kiss eachother, and maybe too much eagerness but it sort of works. for only a few seconds. emi pulls back suddenly, as if he were surprised at his own actions. both are a bit out of breath, staring at eachother.
-"dont call me a pussy"
-"pussy"
-"shut the fuck up"
this time its a more controlled kiss, somehow more agressive too. hands with no owner moving to cup faces not theirs yet familiar, to grab, to pull at the others hair. with a punched out sound, fabian's back hits the couch below them, emi falling on top. his forever cold hand begins snaking under fabian's button up shirt making him jump. perhaps the sound of a car pulling up to the house is what actually makes him jump. seeing how after their lips disconnected emi would not even attempt to move off him, choosing instead to just stare at him, fabian says:
-"get off, idiot. or do you want your parents to see us?"
-"huh? oh, yeah, sorry"
backing off as if what he had been touching had suddenly cought on fire, he continues:
-"lets go to my room, i dont wanna say hi to them right now"
-"such a hurry, you dont wanna say hi to your mom while your dicks hard?"
-"what? i dont- shut up. its not that, its just thats like 3 am and youre drunk"
-"so are you, youre braver when youre drunk"
stumbling and nearly knocking some stuff on the way, they make it to emi's room. after setting up the extra bed, setting up in this scenario only means putting an extra mattress on the floor with no sheets and one shitty pillow, they both lay down, fabian getting the shitty bed. he turns to the side, facing away from his friend while he's on his back, staring at the ceiling. after a few minutes of thinking about what had happened and his face feeling like it was being burned by the heat of the sun, emi asks:
-"what the fuck was that?"
fabian's almost asleep by the time emi can translate his weird thoughts into a coherent sentence.
-"what?"
-"what do you mean 'what'? we.. we kissed"
-"oh, that. that was nothing"
-"nothing? wasnt it kinda.. gay?"
-"nah"
-"how?"
-"it was hypothetical, i was a hypothetical girl and you were.. well, you. it doesnt count"
he says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, as if them kissing didnt completly alter emis brain forever.
-"hm, i guess"
it does actually, sort of make sense, at least in his drunk and sleepy brain.
-"now shut up and go to sleep, im sleepy"
emi obeys, turning to his side and looking away from him, towards his window. his brain is not quiet at all, but he figures the internal storm that is forming in the bottom of his mind is future emis problem. at least for now, he went to a semi cool party, he drank a lot and made out with.. someone that possibly wouldnt remember it the next day, and that is enough to be content.
meanwhile, fabian is not going to sleep, not for a while. it wasnt unlike him to throw everything under the carpet and never adress it, but emi is his best friend, one of the only real friends he has. it isnt his fault this happened, emi kissed him. so why do his mind and belly feel so weird? he started the flirting, but he always joke flirts with emi and it never gets them anywhere serious, the other always gets too flustered to keep the joke going. still, emi kissed him so this wasnt his fault. even though he kissed back, even though he griped at the red ones hair and shirt like he was being saved from drowning, even though he kinda hoped the kissing would continue after leaving the couch, it doesnt matter. he isnt the one responsible for it so he was also not going to be the one responsible for adressing it. emi will probably forget about it in the morning so it isnt even that big of a deal.