“What’s this?” I asked myself as I grabbed the tiny little silver ball I had just found at the side of the street. It was a rather small piece of metal, no bigger than a tooth, but rounder and shinier and, somehow it appeared as if the whole world were inside that little copper ball.

“Copper?” I asked myself, maybe a little too loud.

“Did you say something sir?” A surprisingly small child, who had his voice way too high and britishy for his age, asked with kind but intrigued eyes.

“Uhm… Nothing.” I quickly dismissed him, as I kept starring at the golden ball I had in my left hand.

“Sir, what are you starring at?”

Why was he even asking that? Couldn’t he see my little ball. I had it between my fingers. It was pretty difficult to miss.

        I motioned the ball to him, but he still had that blank expression in his face.

        “The ball” I said, as I showed him the little ball.

        “Pardon me sir, but, I see no ball.”

What? … I don’t need this.

        “Never mind.” I said as I kept walking down the street.

        “But siiiiir!” He screamed, while elongating the i, which was pretty annoying. But I decided that I honestly didn’t care enough to turn around so I, as you probably would’ve done, kept walking. I continued that until I reached the magnificent thing that is called “the house in which my boyfriend happens to live”, a pretty long name, I know.        

        “Edward?” I heard a familiar voice calling from inside the house. “Edward, why do you never call anymore?” I’m not sure what I was expecting from that, but I still entered the little red house expecting most things but what was inside it.

        The house was tidier than usual; the kitchen was better distributed in comparison to the dining room and the bedroom. Well, there was something far more special there:

“Edward, it’s not what it seems.” A thirty-something redhead yelled as she desperately tried to put on her clothes. At the same time, a man quickly jumped from the bed into the bathroom.

Now, for you to understand what I felt when walking into that scene you need to know a bit about myself. For starters, I am gay, very gay indeed. Next, I don’t know many Edwards, and from the ones I do know, I doubt they had something to do with the half-naked lady at Diego’s house.

“What are you talking about?” I said as I tried to make sense of all of this. “Where’s Diego?” The redhead looked at me with horrified eyes “Don’t do anything to him!” She started to scream. “He didn’t do anything, it’s all my fault.” She ran to the bathroom and firmly planted herself in front of it.

        “Who are you?” Those words did something to her, she raised both her eyebrows and slowly began to open her mouth. “I’m sorry?” She talked so calmly it spooked me a bit. “Have you no decency? Who am I? Who am I? Well, let me tell you exactly who I am: I am your girlfriend. No, sorry. I used to be your girlfriend.” I covered my face, fixed my hair and then I put my hands in my pockets and as I felt the tiny ball I looked up. Suddenly her face changed from a reddish hell, to a reddish that seemed almost guilty. “I’m sorry, I had no idea. It’s all my fault, not Diego’s.”

        As she finished saying that Diego, my Diego, came out of the bathroom. I was so confused I didn’t even process what had actually happened between the almost-naked redhead and Diego. “Gary…” Diego began to say, but as he said that the redhead interrupted him. “Please, let me talk.” She began to speak. Soft and calm. “I didn’t know he had a boyfriend, gosh! For all I knew he was straight. I’m so sorry, I’ll leave you both.” Once she finished she quickly and quietly got dressed then left the little red house.