tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-10919757569423212762007-10-26T13:23:00.000-06:002007-10-26T13:41:50.293-06:002007-10-26T13:41:50.293-06:00<div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>We have found a new traveling companion. He is truly a great man, this Sybriel. I feel like he really understands me. Like an angel from God. Though we do have our differences, as is expected from a wonderful angel from heaven and a lowly cursed one such as me.<br /><br />We convinced Alejandro to stop at a dress stop just a few miles east of That Really Big Rock right in the middle of Nowhere. Now, normally I don’t wear dresses. They hamper my running and I ruin any nice clothing when I cry my tears of sorrow and death. But Sybriel was so excited to give me a makeover, I couldn’t disappoint him. “OMG you could be like so hot. Not on my level, but I could get you on a totally new level for you. Trust me, it takes a woman’s touch,” He said. I couldn’t say no. He is the only person to call me hot other than Alejandro. It felt wonderful.<br /><br />Sybriel and I tried on a few dresses together, mixing and matching. I didn’t even mind when the dressing room attendants looked at us funny. It felt so great to have a friend.<br /><br />Alejandro didn’t seem to be having as much fun. He sat on a little bench glowering at us the whole time. “Poor Alejandro,” I whispered to Sybriel. “I think he’s jealous,” He let out a happy giggle and gave my arm a little shove. “OMG do you like, really think so? Did he say anything about me? Oooh, let me try on your dress and I’ll go talk to him!” I didn’t see how that would help Alejandro’s separation anxiety from me, but Sybriel was already in the changing room. Within minutes he was skipping out to meet my brother.<br /><br />I don’t know how to describe what happened next. I began to cry, which wasn’t unusual, but I think I was the one feeling jealous now. I started to panic. Sybriel was touching his arm and getting people to take pictures of them together. </div><br /><img class="preview" style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="320" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YQAZi0Vfng/RyFe9EgWVfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eu5HEiowAeI/s320/syalej.jpg" width="223" /><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><div>No one had ever touched Alejandro like that except for me! I didn’t like it. I’m not sure Alejandro did either, but that’s not the point. The point is, as wonderful as the angel Sybriel is, I began to bawl my black tar-like tears. Under normal circumstances I would have been accused of starting a scene, but since people started to fall down everywhere, I don’t think that was the result. I started to scream and jump up and down and as always, Alejandro was by my side in a moment. My heart lifted and face dried. The moment was interrupted by everyone waking up again. We all had to make a run for it and speed away in our Nissan at what I’m sure was way over the speed limit. Sybriel didn’t say much to me for an hour. Around sunset I started to cry again. “Are you mad at me Sybriel? Are you mad at meeee?”<br />“You so like him don’t you?” He grumbled. “Thunder stealer…”<br />“Don’t hate me Sybriel… I j-just love my brother, that’s all! I’m SORRYYYY!” That is when Alejandro pulled over and told us to be quiet or he would turn the van around. The angel and I sat in a very uncomfortable silence for quite sometime, silent tears sliding down my face and Sybriel looking at some magazines that he swiped from the dressing room. “Pssst… I’m sorry…” I whispered shakily.<br />“Its fine,” He said very primly, flipping a page. “May the best woman win,”</div></div></div></div>Maya Herrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07797093346876863750noreply@blogger.com5