Burbank"Come on Marky, five more and you're done...”"Yes, of course, since you are not the one who is suffering, right?” I answered breathlessly."I remind you that it was you who asked me for help.”  she countered, getting up.“Livie, don't go please” I asked her from the ground, putting my glasses on, but she ignored me and kept walking “Don't be mean! At least help me up... okay?”Livie stayed where she was with her back to me, we were just starting out and she had already regretted helping me; just five days ago I had asked for her help to exercise, because obviously, with forty kilos overweight, I was not in shape so to speak.But Livie didn’t understand the reason for my strong decision to want to lose weight."If you want my help, first you're going to tell me why after eighteen years now you want to lose weight.”  She demanded without turning ar

After Livie abandoned me to my fate on the roof, I set about fixing her private torture chamber, which had a varied space of different torture so that I, apparently, could choose my own cause of death.With the building landlord’s authorization, an old lady in her seventies, we had both set up a kind of gym on the roof of the building; And when I said “kind”, that was it, since we barely had a few dumbbells, a stationary bicycle one of the neighbors had donated to us and a treadmill that Livie's father was going to sell but, thanks to his daughter, now it decorated a specific space to make me sweat, literally, the fat drop.According to the schedule Livie had set me, now I had to get up every day at six in the morning, yes, of course, and start with that yoke where I had to last fifteen minutes on the treadmill to stretch my apparently atrophied muscles, fifteen minutes on the bike and another fifteen minutes jumping rope, ha! do

It was Thursday afternoon and I was terribly bored.I had been at work for over two hours and I had only sold one record. An eight dollars record to a crazy Britney Spears’ fan which had paid with pennies. If the girl hadn’t said that she had saved for more than two months to be able to buy it, never, not in a million years, would I have accepted that absurdity, but the poor girl would surely have even cried when she broke the piglet.At that time, I was at the counter looking at Mr. Fitcher with a certain grimace of disgust. The guy was combing his hair once more, the only lock of hair that remained in the reflection that the store's glass gave, surely that’s why no one entered the place.Suddenly, my cell phone, which had cost almost three months of salary and which I was so proud, began to ring.“Mark!” Livie's scream sounded louder on the other end of the line."Livie.” I answered in a whisper so my boss woul

Nick whistled as we entered my room."Nice.” he said, throwing himself in my double bed, messing it up in the process."Thank you.” I answered still from the door, because I didn't know what to do now.Besides Livie, no one else had been in my room before, well, except my parents of course, but the notion of now having a friend of the same gender was not yet digested by my brain."Okay, let’s do it.” Nick said, pulling me out of my thoughts, he got up from the bed with one of my pillows in hand and held it out to me, "here, this will be your girl's body.”"Okay...”   I mumbled surprised seeing Nick grabbing the other pillow and placing himself next to me."Well, the first thing you have to know.” Nick began with a mischievous look, "is that you have to be confident, therefore you have to know how to hold her.” he explained, placing his hands in the middle of the pillow “This wou

I was on the building’s roof, but this time I wasn’t on the floor sweating like a schizophrenic pig, this time I was creating the atmosphere worthy of royalty, or in this case, for Livie.I had placed a large sand-colored sheet in the part that was divided between the super gym and the laundry room. I had taken out the small table that was at home and that was not used because they always ate at the kitchen counter and placed a white tablecloth with two tall glasses and two sets of plates with their cutlery, a real luxury.I had arranged everything so we could see the small park in front of the building and since this was Burbank, in the distance you could see Warner Studios and its emblematic water tank with its logo.I’d also placed candles on all sides covered with glasses so the breeze would not blow them out.Yes, I had thought of everything, that was the dinner of a man in love.Before leaving work, I had received a message