are for days my nerves are tense as a group of freshmen before her first university lecture. The goal in front of me has been waiting for a good while to when it presents itself to me. Now, at last. I'm glad. I am there.
Da. Since it is
. In front of me.
I swallow. Consumption.
She wears a red-white-checkered shirt. They fit perfectly. I swallow.
"Well, you're here. And how punctual you are! "She says.
"Yes ..." I coughed out and notice that my palms give birth to small streams.
"Then come a look, it attracts me, her hand moves up to my shoulder with a finger, touched one fingertip me. My body wants to burst ecstatic. With one finger she pushed me into her apartment.
The apartment is bright, all white me in immediately. And it is, I imagined in my youth in a geography class divided Berlin, with an invisible wall that divides the spacious hall cross in three sectors, through it, which is incredible in the corners of kitchen, living room and bathroom, mix, and a chaotic image feature. I try to filter out Svenja's handwriting. Try to see what I want to see. And it works.
Then suddenly we're sitting in the living room on a bright red sofa. Courtesy of distance is one meter.
She wears a blue, crisp-fitting jeans. I like that the pants leg until she turned on the ankle, it helps to bright green flip-flops. Sharpest contrast to the sofa. I like their feet.
On the wall are black and white pictures, city scenes from Paris, London, Rome.
"your images?"
"No," she says laughing and immediately runs his fingers through her hair.
I cling firmly here to observe everything. You notice it seems.
"What do you want to drink, Sing Star?"
"What did you do there?".
"I have an idea ...". She bites her lower lip, very briefly, as the flicker of a lighter flashes, just with their eyes in my jumps on the sofa and disappears into the kitchen. Time to collect myself to just breathe.
She's hot. But I remember why now only? Was it not so far? Why is it that I only now noticed? My pulse is adjusted slowly, his hands come to their senses. I look around, get up, important in the wide room, stand at the window. The windows are dressed up so fine that they are noticed only by the drops of water that gradually through the shower incident there and make their way. I touch the glass to make sure that they are really there, but immediately pull my hand away. Fingerprint. Bad conscience. It's a little like I would have just put through my finger through the dirt of my being a micro-cosmic order to sway. As I was breaking into a habitat that can not defend against my male presence. It's too clean, almost clinical. I can feel the patter of an Eastern European cleaning lady, no, that toddling a small business student in the bright red costume to match the sofa, comes in, I discovered, with a huge bottle ansprüht Crystal clear and scrub with the rough side of a huge Blitzi-sponge out of this world . On my grave stone is "wiped away" The funeral guests not to damage any protective films for their shoes to the lawn.
As he sits, my finger, like a memorial, threatening to clean the surface. I breathe on the window, take a pace handkerchief from my back pocket and removed it.
"What are they doing? Is it not clean enough? "
I turn around, Sven smirks at me.
"No, that's unbearably dirty here, I was really forced to repair first!"
She laughs.
"You have taken the wheel, right?"
"Yes ..."
"That happens to me constantly, but I'm never bothered to wipe away the "
" Why not? "
" Why is that? "
" Tjaaaaaa ... "
It has two large, brightly-filled glasses on the table.
"Try it!"
I sip.
"Mhmmm! What is that? "
" Grandma's secret blend. "
" Will they make me as drunk and seduce? "
" Who knows? "
She puts on music, something going through the living room. I have to see it here briefly on the bottom and then hide my excitement. It is very warm, outside it crackles now really low and when the music starts to Sven sits in front of me on the white carpet, sipping straw and begins to tell her what she did today.
I keep my ear out and follow it with my eyes the movements of their lips, trying to imagine what it will be well on them to nibble. Look into her eyes when she looks out the window just as they must consider how their designs will go on, I do not recognize their eye color exactly.
Although I usually breathe every word of it, absorbing, as if it will again be critical to a test in my life at the moment they bounce off of my my forehead, I am unable anything to keep it. It seems to me that I was banned a little overwhelmed and simultaneously, as when I as a school child in the classroom sat and first saw, as snow fell and I could not think of anything more than once rauszurennen and touch him.
And with people watching is like snow, it's always about how and when we pass them, without prejudice, so that they flow away not under the hand and never come back.
"And what did you do today pushed so?"
Outside it was still raining, it's getting cooler, I wonder how much alcohol was well in this cocktail. My cheeks are warm. The room is lit up briefly when the sun for for a moment through the clouds break.
"Torben"
"Um?"
"Where are you?"
I turn red.
"With you. Sorry, I just tried to find out what color eyes you have, and probably myself so focused that I wegtrat accidental entry. Sorry. "
Green ..." she says "... you brat."
She giggles happily, leaning forward to me, gives me a peck on the cheek glowing light. It feels like a piece of snow on the skin. Then she takes the empty glass, stands up again and leaves me back toward the kitchen. How
they leave me alone now, with this gesture? Argh!
I try too high and go after her.
As it stands, filled juices into a glass, are rum, vodka, coconut, cream and crushed ice. She sings to herself.
I stand behind them, you look over your shoulder.
"And what do you sing there?"
She turns, you realize how close I am, ends up in my eyes, twitching slightly, blushing himself and dutzt short.
"Ehm, this is Where the wild roses grow."
"And you are Elisa Day?"
"But you want me but do not find dead?" She says, setting a playful shyness in their view. Now I grasp her shoulder.
"Never. Completely different. "
" This is beautiful. "
sings Then on them while we remain anxious.
"They call me The Wild Rose But my name is
Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is Elisa Day
klackert The ice in the second glass-like beads on the floor of a large, solitary house.
Then I try to lower my voice to Nick Cave's depth.
"From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one As she stared in
my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the color of the roses" So they listened
on to mix, is staring at me, surprised. Also, I'm surprised how well I've met in this moment the sound. I bulls her on the mouth, her teeth comes out easily and switched briefly into the lower lip. As my hand moves to her neck, it drills shrill at the front door.
We discourage both.
"Oh Ah!". She stutters.
"You get more visitors?"
"Not really. Ah. Uh. Hm I see has to pursue again. "
Hasty she leaves the kitchen, I grab one of the two drinks, sip, taste, like me, the taste thaws again and I hear in the hallway opens the door, listen Frauengekicher, fulfills the whole floor and come as two people start. I hear the Geklacker of beer bottles, listen to Sven: "Aaah, what are you doing here. What is a supra ... eh ... surprise! "
" Yes, we thought we'll come back again and attacked up to Vortrinken. "
Then they hatch into the kitchen, staring me in the face and solidify.
"Oh, you've already visited?"
"Yes! This is Torben. "
" Hello Torben, "say the two girls.
"Hi" I reply.
Sven looks over at me and shrugs his shoulders rather abruptly, asked the two of them into the living room comes back to me in the kitchen, grabs the second glass.
"That was not really the plan. But you know what they are like friends .... Or? "
" Yes, I know, "I say and try a jovial smile.
My Nick Cave, "she says, sipping her glass looks deep into my eyes and then we go over to the ladies.
The two talk all the time about things university, exams, new CDs and it is hard for me to follow them. Time to time, to my eyes touch with Svenja. It almost seems as if we would hold hands with the eyes, yet she is on the other end of the living room table as if by a four-lane expressway from word to me separately, while the two friends tackle the space into a verbal bubble wrap that prevents any closer.
I begin to see out the window, thinking of the little singing in the kitchen to tease me, how close it was. Begin to be happy, just as it was and then rummage in the WG-CD collection.
meets Paolo Nutini Bee Gees meets Interpol meets Arctic Monkeys occurs Roger Cicero, Yvonne Elliman, a good Beatsteaksdiscographie, a Beatles discography, a McCartney single, and I remain stuck on The Killers album.
I open them, put them into the player and skipper of "Somebody Told Me", grinning over at her. You realized it immediately, just snaps and determined with the tongue hisses, light, red is a little shake his head and then laugh.
The two friends are so engrossed in their conversation that they register any of it.
passes the evening, a glass empties after the other and in the end, a considerable number refers to different types of glass and beer bottles on the Wohzimmertisch. Together we try to remove the chaos from the regular small cosmos to the WG-thermometer not to bring the rash, until Sven finally comes before us and announce that Disco has chosen them for today evening.
It is night.
The rain has now cleared, when we leave the house and the clouds give free views of the stars. The road is covered with a rain movie and it knatscht under our steps. We walk 20 minutes to empty another bottle of beer, we are having a white plastic bag with us.
We are now completely free, and my initial dislike of Svenja's friends is now gone. While the red lights are staying at a crossroads, there are giggles in a second round of introductions. They are called Sybil, also called Sylle and Mira, the cat would rather be called. Svenja's Note on the back I put out of the question, but call them just like that.
When we crossed the traffic lights , have caught Sven suddenly in to me, her fingers slide between my, she leans her head briefly on my shoulder and says quietly: "It's not at all go so bad now, right?".
"Yes," I say, stroking my thumb just above her hand back, so they do not misunderstand my yes as irony.
"Do you like the two for a bit?"
"At first I found it a bit annoying," I whisper, "but yes, actually they are real nice. You will also represent a reason that you're friends with them have. "
" Yes, I have, "she laughs, pushes me a moment, then runs ten, twenty steps forward, stops, jumps, turns and we know we have arrived.
The Disco is stuffed full, almost bursting at the dance floor and the atmosphere is relaxed. But then comes over me, what music will you offer us here today.
It's a ska night. Like a circus orchestra, the oblique, kitschy colorful tunes blasting out of the pitiful pit jump to which people in wild lunges around each other as if they had lost on the road to the Villa Villekulla.
I look at Sven.
"But now is not serious!"
"HAHA"
"I beg you!"
"No, this is just a little joke, would now be in vain anyway. When we were first here, we enjoy the music after other more. "
" Hmm. Nagut. But real time, that's here is a party after work by the social workers. It is so much ethnic Heinis in Africa do not. "
" Jamaica! "Suddenly
running, ripped something from the musical context, NOFX, and the whole party pack grid completely push, and the hopping around, even in the stands. They all yell "Kill all the white mon!".
"Kill all the white men? What this teacher spoiled children believe, then, where do they go then? "
" Hehe, the I wonder whatever. Beer? "
" Yes, it is necessary. "
We push against the bar when I'm asked about such a large mountain goat dreadlocks carrying einfünfundneunzig if that was next to me my friend.
"Yes," I say and can vekneifen me not to pursue this.
"May I ask you something?"
"Sure," replied the somewhat after three days of water loss smelling young man
"Everything ska?"
"Haha, funny," he says.
"Not really," I reply.
"What have you got against me?"
"What have you got against you?"
"Whew!"
"Achso. Okay, we have actually even further, "I say, look, clearly over to my ladies, after which we leave to my begging towards the shop again.
Frontier already cat, points at me and laughs.
"You should have your eyes have to see when the NOFX played"
"They're OK, right?" I answer.
we move on without comment, Svenja checked back in to me and we walk in front of us while they hervorsummt a new song.
"You're a little kid music, eh?"
"It must be not only accessible opposites attract" she answers, and we look up simultaneously.
In the other Disco announced a pretty regular night, we fight again, first through to the counter, order your next beer. As I look around, I see many young people in particular. The music is better than on the ska night, which was not particularly difficult to reach. In this respect, Svenja diagram is well risen. I am disturbed very little in the highly experienced game of the DJs, who is obviously more to the species as a jukebox for variety artists. Wave after wave of people flooding to his desk to discharge their desire and ebb back to the dance floor.
We are approaching the drama of something and heard all a young girl standing on tiptoe on the podium as she pinched loudly, "Your parents are at a Tennistornia" wishes of Remmi Demmi. We laugh parallel release to the DJ, who immediately waved a counter force to him and told her about it. They, too, starts with no delay, to laugh, runs back to the bar from where the laughter spread fire throughout the store. Within minutes, the little lady to become celebrities of the evening.
doing a little to me then they have to feel sorry and I have a guilty conscience that I am always bitchy. But then I realized how many guys use this Misgeschick, heranzuschmeissen to get used to it. So ignorance is rewarded in life, after all, hold I noticed the bump and Sinier to someone. It is a mid-twenties in Cordsacko, horn-rimmed glasses and brown with a side parting. I apologize. So we get talking. It turns out that he is a DJ from another city, here visiting a friend and on weekends in the store will launch a Special Beat Club, therefore the club would like to see before schonmal.
"And what do you think, what is the potential?" I ask.
"Running is running," he says, "with good music, you can always convincing."
I remember the ska night.
"Not only with good, unfortunately,"
"But we need not know all the Dogs left. "
" You're right. "
We come to drink, and he tells a few jokes, word of which I would like to see at once the half and half already know. He giggles at every point like a little boy who has played a trick, which makes me very sympathetic.
Svenja is in store for us, I imagine each other, they will drag me to the dance floor. I say goodbye even by the guest-DJ with a promise to come to listen to his dinner and shortly after losing Sven and I are in the music. It is rare that one fits the dance of nature, which is in harmony, but we have this rare chance, build a small pieces of Poser and after two or three songs do not care what comes out of the speakers. It's all about us. Everything else is blurred.
She pulls me close into themselves, whispering to me "Nick Cave" in your ear, kiss me behind.
answer I want, but the alcohol is suddenly felt in the lower body, I just cringe. "I'll be there for you," I say, "will not go away".
"Never," she said, smiling, she looks up and keeps dancing, while I rush to the toilet.
A snake has been formed. It takes about ten minutes before I can finally do my business. It is not easy to keep hold as long as I want to go back to her. When I finally get to the train and relaxed visibly go back towards the main room, I see her talking to a girl. I have also seen this girl somewhere. But
been?
Where the hell?
Then it occurs to me again. It is, in addition to the I woke up on Sunday. Shit. The will not know it well? What do I do now? She talks to a hectic
Svenja. They turn briefly to me. Sven looking at me. Distort the mouth. I can not assign these facial expressions. Then pushes his way past the girl and leaves the parts store. Bloody hell. What was the now? Where would they ever know that Sven has to do with me? Has she seen us?
Will they pay back to me?
What should I do now?
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