When I grow up. Day 6 / 2: It is outrageous complicated and as simple as scrambled eggs frying. "Did you have all the attention?" Sven repeated hastily.
Let me think, I will answer and think instead come to the conclusion, yes, but also that siean this state is not indifferent. I look up to Tom, the expectant look me over to Sven, look at the ceiling, feel my cheek, key to the temple, where the bruise to be.
"You know ..." I put on, then decide for me to give even two or three seconds more.
Tom taps his foot waiting, nervous, makes me so nervous too, I would growl and shove him out the window. I feel like in a semi-final 90. Minute, I walk toward the gate behind me Tom, he is close to my heel, I could drop and to get a penalty and it would probably whistled by Sven and then I would change only I had it in hand, I am all alone.
I think of my father, and see him before me as he was when I was little shaved before my eyes, he used a razor. This razor I would like to take Tom and carve his stupid expression off his face, it wegschnitzen simple.
Let me fall or I get I get out of an extension or I fit it to the ball and make fair play or failing ... or what?
She's right, I they have not all tight, but probably it is but not her alone but me, I should call my mother and ask her if I was always so stupid and she would ask me how I came out for now, so I let the well but better.
"Torben"
"I tripped and slammed against the sink ..." I answer sheepishly and let my head down, the ball bounces off my foot, I now look to see Tom if clear he can.
"Tom," asks, Svenja critical, "right?"
"Um ..." he says, he probably hoped he could get massacre with a prominent speech or decide the game through my swallow all to yourself.
"Yes ...".
"Yes? You are really that stupid! "
" It's all right, "I say and caress me hit him across the face and wink to the offensive, perhaps, she does so wrong, I simply wink, a pulse, I'm lying on the ground and hold me leg.
"Tom?"
"Um!"
"What was that wink? What does this mean? "
Tom cleared his throat, according to law without knowing how he just occure, he looks not upon me, he looks at her, shrugs his shoulders, is stumped.
"What's he doing here anyway, I thought we had agreed?" I fall into the word.
"Exactly, what are you doing here?"
"I do not know," he as he would question a sudden, if he was not but who gave me missed the lush thing, so he grabs his jacket, walks to the door says . "Remember not to pack up, honey!".
buzzes me "asshole" by the head, I important to the sofa.
That's that.
When the door closes, Sven brings the cake into the kitchen to him on two small plates and brings them together with a bag of ice on the table, sets up the cake, is next to me and the bag lays on my face.
"fffff" I hiss, "standstill," she says, stroking through my bangs.
"So, you're flying to Prague tomorrow, right?". Sven nods.
"Too bad. It's just all so fast, so fast for me. As if everything about me going away. And in such moments I stumble against such a fucking sink. "
" Against a sink ... "she repeated incredulously.
I AFFIRM that it's just been so cast, but for sure that I do not think that Tom and I are friends, and concedes that this is my shit that I have no interest in it have, no matter how long the two are together.
"The package", I say, "you will open the first to?"
She replies that she really thought about it to be opened only after the trip and squeezed out a smile, which I do not know what it means .
"Open it before."
"Now?"
"Who knows ..."
"Okay."
was smaller than I, we have an expansive leather sofa in the living room, pointed directly at the TV. I did gymnastics always around it, while I watched TV, but when "The Little Vampire" came, I remember and of Anthony bean bag disguised as a vampire with Rüdiger in the vampire tomb was, and his mere human sweat him at any moment would have as a foreign body could expose, it has become too exciting and I crouched on security along behind the sofa, looking frantically behind the leather edge out and waited to see if something bad happened and came out only when the situation was over.
I wish that the sofa would be here now.
I can not see Sven as she slowly opened the package, the little gifts like a Ärchologin Bergt, which wants to acquire knowledge about the relationship of two old peoples experience to solve an ancient mystery would like, I keep hearing short and girlish giggle, giggle gives me the courage.
She puts up with music, now is Paul Simon.
"The problem is all inside your head," she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover "
burns my skin, I run to bright red, I would sink into the ground, please, God, where's my leather sofa, quickly take cover, Sven stares out the window, bouncing his head to the melody.
"There must be fifty ways to leave your lover," she says. She laughs briefly.
"There must be fifty ways to leave your lover, "I agree.
"Tom is not my lover. He is my friend. "
" Therefore it's impossible ... darling, "I press out.
me whether I am presenting as simple, she asks, I answer that it was basically at the same time outrageously complicated and as simple as scrambled eggs frying. It depends on whether you would scrambled eggs.
"You are scrambled eggs?"
"If you knew just how it feels in me ... scrambled eggs. Yes. "Now I laugh for the first time
" You are stupid. "
" I know. So what? "They
comes up to me, caressing me the upper arm, I reach for her cheek prefer to approach her, kiss her, kiss her again. Think that the rich should have to, must.
rich. Shit.
"Maybe it would have been better if you had time heals all the miracles recorded by the hero."
"By what miracle are you talking about? Or from your Torben from our own. "
" Oh. "
" Hop on the bus, Gus
You do not need to discuss much Just drop off
the key, Lee
And get yourself free ", I repeat the lyrics.
"My bus leaves tomorrow for the first time to Prague, then we'll see."
"The whole a sequel will have my lady, "I answer bossy. Then she kissed me again.
