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Fanfic: 2.starke nerven braucht der mann (original)
Chapter: 2. a man needs strong nerves (original)
well, part 2, even if this is the dbz page * drop * I'm curious to see if anyone is reading, otherwise I can save my chatter * g *
* wink * kohaku
*****
Men need strong nerves.
I clung a little bit convulsively to my glass - Coke, after all, I was sort of the chauffeur.
I felt a little queasy, not only because I hated pauses in conversation, but also because I was pierced by looks. Of course I pretended not to notice, but what use was that? Nothing!
The situation slowly became too embarrassing for me, I apologized briefly and pushed myself across the dance floor to the toilets. Confused, I propped myself up on the sink, then splashed cold water on my face and took a deep breath. My heart was pounding against my chest, I mumbled quietly to myself: "... that can't be true ... Kyle you idiot, .... since when have you been so upset? ...you go out there again and don't let it show ... "
That's what I did, or at least I tried.
No sooner had I pushed my way through the masses of sweating people than chance came to my aid again.
Jeff was no longer alone, he seemed to be having a lot of fun, so to speak. I moved a little slower than actually necessary to our table, then sat down without words, after all, I didn't want to interrupt the conversation between the two of them - I told myself.
2 pairs of eyes focused on me.
Now Jeff interrupted himself. He briefly introduced his counterpart to me as Say. Allegedly he went to school with him. Well, they didn't seem like simple schoolmates to me ... I shouldn't care. I was just delighted that there were no more embarrassing pauses in conversation at our table.
The time passed quickly, Sam and her boyfriend had already said goodbye.When Say started to leave, I first noticed how late it was, so Jeff and I set off. While my two 'conversation partners' said goodbye to each other, I took out my vehicle. After a hasty 'Ciao' to Say, we were already on our way home, on a different route, as I have to note here.
Well, as I already said, we were on the way home, unfortunately said path had a sharp bend. I loved this one, it was made to live out the feeling of freedom to the full. A wonderful thing, by the way, when the centrifugal force tries to push you outwards and you can barely stay on the road. Unfortunately, the moment I took the bend I had completely forgotten about Jeff, who was sitting behind me. Suddenly two arms clung to me - without warning, without anything. I struggled to hold my machine - it certainly wasn't meant to be, but I felt hugged.If I hadn't had a helmet on, my head would certainly have been seen glowing bright red through the night.
I wondered if such driver distraction was allowed at all and concluded that anything should be done when it came to avoiding falling off the bike.
Fortunately, it was only a few kilometers to our apartment block. No sooner had I parked than I jumped from my black-and-red painted eyeball, as if stung by a tarantula, regardless of losses.
Admittedly, I was uncomfortable being hugged by a man like that, but nobody can get out of his skin.
We trotted along in silence to say goodbye in front of our apartment doors. I hurriedly closed the door behind me before Jeff could remember that there might be something else he wanted to talk to me about. Sighing, I trotted slowly towards the bedroom, let myself fall briefly on the bed and then get up again.I needed movement, whether in the middle of the night or any other time, just to get out of these four walls. Quickly put on sweatpants and already outside by the door, running, liberating. In retrospect, I no longer knew how long I had been chasing across town at a crazy pace when I finally found myself back on the doorstep.
Tired, my bones were heavy as lead, I let myself fall on my bed with my shoes and sportswear and had already stepped away.
The morning didn't start very comfortably for me, I was woken up by the shrill throb of my alarm clock. Tired, I wanted to venture out of bed when my legs made themselves felt by violent pulling and throbbing. Annoyed about my nocturnal 'excursion' I decided to name my sore muscles 'Moritz' and then trudged into the bathroom a little awkwardly to take a shower.
* wink * kohaku
*****
Men need strong nerves.
I clung a little bit convulsively to my glass - Coke, after all, I was sort of the chauffeur.
I felt a little queasy, not only because I hated pauses in conversation, but also because I was pierced by looks. Of course I pretended not to notice, but what use was that? Nothing!
The situation slowly became too embarrassing for me, I apologized briefly and pushed myself across the dance floor to the toilets. Confused, I propped myself up on the sink, then splashed cold water on my face and took a deep breath. My heart was pounding against my chest, I mumbled quietly to myself: "... that can't be true ... Kyle you idiot, .... since when have you been so upset? ...you go out there again and don't let it show ... "
That's what I did, or at least I tried.
No sooner had I pushed my way through the masses of sweating people than chance came to my aid again.
Jeff was no longer alone, he seemed to be having a lot of fun, so to speak. I moved a little slower than actually necessary to our table, then sat down without words, after all, I didn't want to interrupt the conversation between the two of them - I told myself.
2 pairs of eyes focused on me.
Now Jeff interrupted himself. He briefly introduced his counterpart to me as Say. Allegedly he went to school with him. Well, they didn't seem like simple schoolmates to me ... I shouldn't care. I was just delighted that there were no more embarrassing pauses in conversation at our table.
The time passed quickly, Sam and her boyfriend had already said goodbye.When Say started to leave, I first noticed how late it was, so Jeff and I set off. While my two 'conversation partners' said goodbye to each other, I took out my vehicle. After a hasty 'Ciao' to Say, we were already on our way home, on a different route, as I have to note here.
Well, as I already said, we were on the way home, unfortunately said path had a sharp bend. I loved this one, it was made to live out the feeling of freedom to the full. A wonderful thing, by the way, when the centrifugal force tries to push you outwards and you can barely stay on the road. Unfortunately, the moment I took the bend I had completely forgotten about Jeff, who was sitting behind me. Suddenly two arms clung to me - without warning, without anything. I struggled to hold my machine - it certainly wasn't meant to be, but I felt hugged.If I hadn't had a helmet on, my head would certainly have been seen glowing bright red through the night.
I wondered if such driver distraction was allowed at all and concluded that anything should be done when it came to avoiding falling off the bike.
Fortunately, it was only a few kilometers to our apartment block. No sooner had I parked than I jumped from my black-and-red painted eyeball, as if stung by a tarantula, regardless of losses.
Admittedly, I was uncomfortable being hugged by a man like that, but nobody can get out of his skin.
We trotted along in silence to say goodbye in front of our apartment doors. I hurriedly closed the door behind me before Jeff could remember that there might be something else he wanted to talk to me about. Sighing, I trotted slowly towards the bedroom, let myself fall briefly on the bed and then get up again.I needed movement, whether in the middle of the night or any other time, just to get out of these four walls. Quickly put on sweatpants and already outside by the door, running, liberating. In retrospect, I no longer knew how long I had been chasing across town at a crazy pace when I finally found myself back on the doorstep.
Tired, my bones were heavy as lead, I let myself fall on my bed with my shoes and sportswear and had already stepped away.
The morning didn't start very comfortably for me, I was woken up by the shrill throb of my alarm clock. Tired, I wanted to venture out of bed when my legs made themselves felt by violent pulling and throbbing. Annoyed about my nocturnal 'excursion' I decided to name my sore muscles 'Moritz' and then trudged into the bathroom a little awkwardly to take a shower.