SO... WE ARGUED!!!!

"YOU HAD TO POST THAT CECILIA BOLOCCO PAINTING ON YOUR BLOG???!!!"
I ASKED.

"WELL, YOU TOLD ME TO MAKE THAT BLOG. WITH A GUN IN MY HEAD OR SOMETHING LIKE IT" THE BEAR CUB ANSWERED LIKE NOTHING WRONG WAS GOING ON.

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!" I EXCLAIMED.

"I CAN. ACTUALLY I JUST DID. I DON'T SEE WHAT YOU GET ANGRY. I NEEDED TO DO THAT. LIKE AN ART EXPRESSION. YOU KNOW. I NEEDED TO TAKE THAT OUT OF ME THROUGH ART. THAT PAINTING LOOKS GOOD TO BE EXPRESSIONIST, YOU KNOW???"

"NOW NOBODY FROM CHILE WILL WANT TO SEE YOUR WORK" I INSISTED.

"LOOK. NOBODY FROM CHILE NEVER WANTED TO SEE MY WORK, THEY DON'T WANT NOW, AND THEY WILL NEVER WANT IN THE FUTURE, SO... WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE???"

"I DUNNO. YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED ME FIRST" I TRIED TO REASON WITH THE MONSTER.

"YEAH. I THOUGHT ABOUT IT. BUT I KNEW YOU WOULD NOT LIKE THE IDEA AS THIS CONVERSATION DEMONSTRATES I WAR RIGHT ABOUT THAT..." SAID THE CUB FROWNING UP AND MAKING THAT ---I DID NOT PUT THE FOOT---- FACE.

"YOU..."

"LOOK MIKE. THIS IS YOUR ACCOUNT. MY BLOG IS IN YOUR ACCOUNT. SO YOU CAN ERASE ANYTHING WHENEVER YOU WANT" SAID MY BOYFRIEND WITH A COLD SWEET SMILE THAT SCARED ME MORE THAN THE HOSTEL WE SAW THE OTHER DAY...

"YES" I SAID "BUT IF I INTEFERE WITH YOUR BLOG YOU WON'T LIKE IT. AND AS I WANT TO KEEP MY HEAD OVER MY SHOULDERS..."

"WE STILL CAN TALK ABOUT IT" SAID THE CUB WITH A WARM SMILE. "TELL ME THREE TIMES TO ERASE THAT POST, AND I WILL..."

"WHAT???" OH NO. THIS IS A DEJA-VU THE KIND I DON'T LIKE "WHAT? NO..."

"JUST SAY IT. THREE TIMES. C'MON. IT'S NOT THAT DIFFICULT... THREE TIMES... CAN YOU TRY???? " SAID THE CUB IN THAT MELODY TONE THAT WOULD SCARE DEATH FROM FINAL DESTINATION...

"NO, I WON'T... LET ME SEE... COULD YOU...? I MEAN... YOU COULD... I MEAN... ERASE PLEASE...? " AND I STOOD STILL "I CAN'T SAY THAT EVEN ONCE!!!"

"WELL THEN IT'S DECIDED. THE POST WILL STAY THERE. IT'S GOOD WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT AND TAKE DECISIONS TOGETHER..."

"YES... YOU CUB!!!"

SO GUESS THE POST ABOUT CECILIA BOLOCCO WILL STAY THERE. NOTHING TO DO ABOUT IT.

WHY I TALKED TO MY BOYFRIEND? WHY I WROTE THIS? WHO AM I?
THAT'S A LITTLE SECRET I'LL NEVER TELL.
YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME.
XOXO.
GOSSIP BOY.