For all those number 2 who never give up
 and fight to become number 1...
They say that in order 
to know your lucky number...
...you must add the numbers
 of your birth date,
if that number is greater than ten...
...then you must add each individual number
 until you have a single digit number.
It's very easy.
I was born on December 11th of 1977.
 So I have to add...
...one+one+one+two
+one+nine+seven+seven...
...and the result is twentynine...
...two+nine are eleven...
...and one+one are two.
Two!!!!
Always number two.
But why?
Lucky number?
Fuck that!!
Currently my theory of number two...
...is not exactly luck.
Thats enough!
You look like the Teletubbies 
playing a tennis match...
 Can we go?
Since I was born, 
a few years ago...
...the number two 
has been part of my life.
I'm the second child.
My mother had a child before me...
...my brother.
And I don't know why...
... but ever since
I came into the world in that order...
...everything...
...absolutely everything that 
happens in my life...
...is second best.
I'm currently number two...
...because I'm the second guy in the life 
of most women I know.
Their best friend...
...the person they trust.
The one to whom they 
open their hearts, to laugh...
...or to cry.
The person who sometimes 
knows his secrets...
...do not even know their parents...
...or their couples.
That...
...that is the huge and bloody difference.
Always number two!
Never number one!!!
I return now, ok?
Hey, Ferran.
And, what do you think about this, dude?
What do I think about what?
Too much fabric on the ass?
 - "Too much fabric on the ass"...?
Julia, I would grab you from behind
 and ram you against the wall.
Hey!
- What?
Nothing...
...look, you are so cute.
Im going to meet Victor.
Yes, yes but do not tell this to your brother, ok?
He will tell you off.
I give her my opinion 
so my brother can enjoy it.
A guy who sees me so harmless...
...that if he saw me naked with his girlfriend...
...he would think that my clothes
 fell off by accident.
But the worst thing...
...the worst of all,
what makes number 2 miserable,
but when I say miserable, I mean miserable.
It's when his friends start telling 
him about their sexual relations. 
I don't know what is up with your brother lately...
...we are fucking non-stop, dude.
The sixty-nine, the missionary position,
the sixty-nine, the missionary position,
the sixty-nine, the missionary position...
Of course, of course...
...she seems very distressed.
He always fucks me in the same way.
The life of number two 
is geared hopelessly to celibacy...
...or even to have people think you're gay.
Come on, brother!
- What?
So you are getting married.
So what? 
Of course 'cause you are so gay.
I'm not gay.
- Oh, really?
- So what about the girl I saw you with the other day...
...she was your friend number thirty seven?
Don't worry it's alright, today it is cool to be gay.
But...
 if I was also looking at her boobs and butt.
Oh... don't be so repressed! 
Come out of the closet at once!
If you want I will tell our parents.
You want me to come out of the closet?
That I come out?
Yes...yes, I'm coming out...
...but just to punch your face...
...or stick a hanger in your eye.
Hello?
Julia...
...look, I know it's late...
...but you're getting married tomorrow,
and I cannot let you make
 the biggest mistake of your life.
Victor is my older brother, 
and God knows I want the best for him,
and you, you are the best...
...but not for him.
Look, you know if you are in love 
when you look at each other in the eyes.
I have seen you thousands of times
 and never, never I have seen this gaze.
It's true that you guys
 get along really well with each other,
always talking about your business,
 your affairs...
...but you never talk about
 the most important thing for a couple,
about your love,
of those things couples speak...
of when they walk around the park, 
 holding hands,
without thinking in the hours passing by...
...the time, or if someone is watching.
So far I have stayed aside...
..but you know,
and you know very well, Julia,
that we need no words,
and with just a glance
 we know that ours is Love.
And I'm sick,
I'm sick of standing aside...
...of being invisible, of being sugar...
...to look but not touch.
Because I love you...
...because I know
 you're the woman of my life,
the one who I want to be with,
and if you don't like flowers
 I'll give you a cactus as a present...
...but, I love you.
Look,
 I already put my suitcase in the car...
...I'll wait for you two minutes...
...and if you don't come,
then I will disappear.
But I wholeheartedly hope
 that you wish to set out on this journey with me.
I' m sorry kid but
 I think you're mistaken... 
I'm sorry lady...
Take it easy, nothing happens.
Shit... lady, you could have said something earlier.
Is that it was so nice.
Ferran!
What are you doing here?
And you?
Didn't you live in the second floor,
 second door?
Second floor, first door.
Have you heard anything?
Everything...
 So...
So, what?
Are you both going?
Yes,
of course we're going.
Don't worry dude, 
everything is gonna be alright.
Thanks...
