Aloha people.

Yes, it took a little longer with this chapter than originally planned. That's just how it is when you write in pairs and somehow both authors are pretty bogged down ... but well. We did it again ^^
All I can say about this chapter is that we both wrote it again and I hope that you don't notice who wrote where and when. * drop * Okay ... sounds stupid, but it's like that ^^
It is mainly dedicated to Yang-Chan and our Schildi. Love you very much. We would also like to thank everyone else who takes a look at the story from time to time but doesn't write a comment for their interest, although feedback is quite nice.

So, have fun reading,
Snail and mouse

Why is it always me?

The bus drove slowly along the route. It would be a long time before the young man could get to Allende. He felt a little stupid. Because not quite half a day ago he left the village and now he went back there voluntarily.But despite the strange nature of his trade, he was aware that he would now have to do everything to iron out the negative points with Rique. Javier lolled back into the seat, the back row now belonged to him. So looked through the rows of seats. He knew a third of the passengers, but he didn't care about the others either. Somehow it wasn't too busy. But not incomprehensible during siesta time either. For him it was time to close his eyes again, the day had been quite exhausting so far. He could sleep in peace for 2 hours.
It was no different with Inés. Well, a little. She could hardly do anything with the time given to her. She was now on sick leave for 1 week, and if the doctor wanted it, it could be a lot longer, but she didn't really like that at all. That would be absolutely the worst that could have happened to her. She had nothing against vacation, but the fact that René still had vacation didn't make things any easier.Fortunately for her, her father had to go to work. Would have been even nicer ... And when she thought of the little Satan's roast, he came down the stairs. His typing steps echoed through almost the entire house. Dreamy wanted to run away right now, but she didn't have time. And so there was no escape from him. But instead of going into the large living room, he padded into the kitchen. Even before he crossed the threshold, he was half shouting his favorite word next to FFX, Basti and Strike! , namely: "Hungry !!" His mother was already at the stove and tried to conjure up something to eat, but that took the boy far too long. Contrary to his mother's words, he clawed something out of the refrigerator and disappeared again. And this time his big sister had to believe in it again. He had spared her far too long for his standards. “Well, old invalid. Is everything still vertical?” “Well nerve troll, everything horizontal?"" Haha ... "The little one let himself fall on the sofa, barely an inch from her leg." Hey, watch out! " "How so? Just because of your clubfoot? ... Nobody's going to give you a foot massage anyway, so demna- "He got no further, because there was a pillow right in his face. The redhead didn't put up with that, and certainly not from him." Hey! ", protested the smaller one and quickly snapped at the pillow, which had now sunk on his lap and with it his small snack from the kitchen. The corners of his mouth twisted downwards. ", he grumbled at his sister and looked over at her offended. You don't play with food!" Your fault, Fruchtzwerg. " "Just wait! ", René said, slightly annoyed, and threw the pillow in his hand back to the sender. Dreamy caught it with ease. She looked disgusted at the brownish chocolate pudding stain on the pillow.“You are really disgusting, René!” “Of course.” A big grin broke out on his face. Had he still managed to annoy his sister in some way? The bigger one quickly put the pillow to one side. She really didn't have to do it to herself to let the same fly further through the room. René was just about to start again to mumble about what a terrible spoiler she was, but just then the mother's voice came from the kitchen: "Food will be ready soon." Then the pudding and everything else were suddenly perfect uninteresting and the smaller of the two siblings jumped up from the couch in a flash. This was a blessing for his sister and she thanked God and of course her mother for having him off her neck for at least a few minutes.
Meanwhile, Javier saw the sign "Allende" pulling past him. So it wouldn't be long before his arrival.Fortunately, because if he was being honest, the growing murmur of people was getting on his nerves. As was customary with public transport, they filled up again after the siesta time. So the black-haired man decided, should he now have to do more often here, to take an apartment, because that saved him the seemingly endless journey. Where did he get the money for such ventures? Money was never the problem going there. He would find that. Rique would give him an advance if the young guy had to work harder for it. But then he was torn from his thoughts, because the bus came to a stop and the doors opened. The young man quickly got up and left the vehicle. Now all he had to do was look ...
Not much happened that day. That was something like Dreamy's thoughts, because what should you do with yourself if you couldn't even walk properly?It was maddening. All day long she was only allowed to lie on the sofa and be bored. Apart from the short meal at the dining table. By now she had gone through all the job opportunities three times. Raoul couldn't call her because he was working, she could forget about doing sports and ...
"Inés!" Came suddenly from the other side of the sofa. Oh yes. René was still around and judging by the look on his face, he wasn't any less bored than she was. "What ?!", it came from her quite annoyed. "I'm bored ...." "Then call Basti or go straight over to him to get him", was the somewhat annoyed answer of the young woman. Not, really nothing, the little one could do alone. She could be glad that you didn't have to chew his food in front of him too. "He has no time ..." Oh? Was there that too? The master of the Playstation2 was scheduled? “Oh yeah?” A crooked grin lay on Dreamy's lips. "Yes.His mother dragged him somewhere. I think the doctor ... "" Is he sick? "" No. I think she wanted to go to the ophthalmologist with him. "" He will only find that his eyes have long been square "" Hey, hey. Now I have to laugh "" You should go there too. A miracle that mom hasn't done that yet. "" I don't even think about going there. " "Oh yes. That was the reason. That's right ... "The scenes that René sometimes pulled off because they wanted to force him to do something he was against, were no longer solemn and the mother of the two had often hit the end of her Latin. René stuck his tongue out at his sister for a moment. Then there was silence for a short time. "... Are you playing with me now, or what? ", it came out of his mouth." What should I play with you, nerve dwarf? "Actually, the question was superfluous. There was only one thing in the little one's life." PLAYSTATION2 !!! The best we can do is play Tekken4.I still have to train there. This statement was bored, indifferent and with a certain undertone, but René wasn't bothered by it. He was already used to her. But so she at least had something to do.
So Inés went with her brother to his room, where his PS2 was together with her television. The two played a few rounds and although it sometimes looked to Dreamy as if her brother was only pushing the buttons of the controller with sheer arbitrariness. However, he seemed to know exactly which key made which movement. Inés, however, less, which also led to her losing 6 times in a row. "Tell me how do you actually do that? May I find out?", She wanted to know from her brother. "All practice," he just grinned at her. "Great ...", her mood was finally at a low point, because losing to her brother was pretty much the worst thing ever. "Come on! One more round ... I'll let you win too."The young woman was just searching her field of vision again for something that could have been thrown at her brother's hollow skull when she heard the shrill sound of the doorbell.