Amori

"So... how do you guys... you know?"

I made a gesture, I'm not even sure of what I did but I tried to sound professional and not let out a slight hint of a smile on my face when I tried asking the question. I didn't even finish the question. I know, I shouldn't feel weird by asking such a simple query. I'm no psychologist to understand what these kids right in front of me are thinking of coming to me for counseling. But with one look in those three pairs of eyes, I knew there was something wrong.

"You want to know how we fuck?" the girl in the middle clarified with a piercing look in her eyes. Her stare had this intensity, I can't quite comprehend.

Well, that was a pretty straight-forward way to rephrase my question towards them. That caught me off guard. I might have even spilled the cup of coffee I intended to sip to appear all natural with my crossed legs. The guy on her right who was really silent had a short but awkward smile on his face when he saw my reaction. He quickly tried to keep the smile to himself when he realized his two companions weren't reacting in the same way.

"That's it. I knew it's gonna be like this. This is bullshit! Why did I even agree with you on this?" the guy on the left wearing a zipped down hoodie had an obvious short temper. Standing up out of that three-seater couch, he felt a hand tugging a part of his shirt down. They looked at each other, eye to eye and like some sort of understanding, the short tempered guy on the left agreed to sit back and cool his head off.

"Okay, mister, we didn't come here to be judged. We didn't come here to be laughed at, be regarded in disgust and most certainly be mocked for this thing that we, the three of us, share. If you're just gonna be like the rest of them who look at us like we're some sort of criminals, I'm sorry but we wouldn't want to waste both our time in here. Please, just be honest with us and hear us out"

He had this genuine sense of authority in him, that I can say. His way with words make him seem like he's the eldest sibling in the group. Well I don't want to think of them as siblings so I need to scratch that off my impression. They aren't even brothers or sisters. I glanced at the other two, the girl appeared serious while the other guy was as if he was seconds from raising up his hand to call for a bathroom break as he kept on crumpling the crease on his pants.

"Since we're talking about honesty here, let me be brutally honest with you. When I first got your call about seeking help or advice, it seriously threw me off. Normally, people would come to me asking for help to mend relationships and such, and they always come in pairs. Couples. A man and a woman. They're either having conflicts, physically or emotionally, one of them falling out of love, jealousy, freedom and all of those repetitive problems that I've been hearing week after week. Then I got you teenagers right here in my office. This is all new to me and I would like to learn more about this thing, that you guys have so that I can evaluate your situation. I don't really know what you want to get out of from this talk but if you really want to have an open discussion with me on here, you have to be ready to tell me everything. Everything." I told them with utmost sincerity. It was a challenge.

I watched them give each other glances until they came up with some sort of mental consensus.

"So was that really your first question?" the girl in the middle asked once more with that same piercing look.

This girl really has this intimidating force all around her. Very self-assured although likely a front when she feels threatened. She's very difficult to read as well, one minute she can show vulnerability and suddenly become a brick wall the next.

"Well, I have to admit that was the very first question I had in mind." I said coyly.

"Did you just admit that you're a pervert?" shot the short-tempered boy at me.

"It's always a threesome." the girl answered boldly.

Oh. Oh, the only sound I can muster for myself. I was half-expecting that answer, still it got my two eyebrows raised high up.

"...we made an agreement, that we shouldn't do the deed in pairs or you know, simply leave one out." she continued.

Of course. These kids care more about their feelings more than anything else. So many questions are popping out of my head every time I hear one of them speak. No, I don't judge them. No, I wouldn't think of them as immature when I haven't heard of their whole story yet. But I'm dying to know.

I was born and raised in a very traditional family. My life seemed perfectly in order they say. I didn't have any problems with my parents, I didn't really have troubles at school, I graduated with honors, I have a stable job, but I know I'm missing something. Still.

Just by looking at them, I could see the life I never had. I want to know that story, you know, if I never had it, let me at least hear it. Let me at least know.

They looked at me as if they were waiting for another inquiry. Right. I was so deep in my own thoughts. So what do I have in front of me? A short-tempered guy, an intimidating girl and a silent, weird kid. I smiled and gave them a nod while I took the cup of coffee on the table. The morning light seeped through the mixture of white and dark curtains carefully breezing its way in as the gentle wind blew.

I placed the cup back on its saucer and said,

"So... tell me, how did this all start?"