Shortly after we had cleared the doorbell rang. I went to open it. Moritz 'band members, including Tom, Moritz' best friend, were standing in front of the door. I blushed suddenly. At least that's what I thought. Thank goodness my brother came into the hallway at that moment. "Hi guys!", He greeted his friends and with a wave of his hand he instructed them to come in. By chance I overheard a short conversation between Moritz and Tom:
Tom: "She turned red."
Moritz: "You see, I told you that she likes you."
At that moment I got even redder, if that was even possible. Suddenly I heard Lara, the singer of the band, say something to the two boys: "She likes you? I knew all along that she just had bad taste." After these words, I hated her even more than before. And I thought it wasn't possible to like her any less. It just goes beyond the scope of hate. On a scale of 1-10, I would give her a smooth 30.Then I disappeared into the bathroom. There I looked in the mirror. I was really very red. Any tomato next to me would have looked really pale. I took water in the bathtub, undressed and stepped into the wonderfully warm water. Just what I didn't know, I forgot to lock ...
A little later, as I was getting out of the bathtub, the door opened. And Tom, of all people, stuck his head in.
"Oh ... uh ...` Sorry ... "Thank god he turned his head away. I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. "You can look again now," I mumbled and pushed past the young man through the door. I disappeared into my room as quickly as possible, slammed the door, and leaned against it. “If I don't forget all that happened to me today in my sleep,” I thought, “my breakfast roll won't survive the buttering.” I didn't even dare to write in my diary. "Otherwise the whole world will know tomorrow," I said quietly to myself.I quickly put on my nightgown, then went to bed. Of course I couldn't sleep with the noise from the cellar. I heard the drums very loud. "So Tom is back downstairs. Then I can brush my teeth now." I did that too.
The instruments in the basement fell silent again at around eleven thirty. Then Moritz would come back to say "good night". I also heard footsteps on the stairs. But that was clearly four feet, and not just two. After listening carefully, I also knew who the other pair of feet belonged to. "Lara ..." I growled, barely audible. I could still hear the two of them going into Moritz's room. Then I heard things that I would have liked to suppress again, but the idea of ​​Moritz sleeping with this stupid Lara just couldn't get out of my head. I decided to write in my diary after all to let off steam. Otherwise I would have to go hungry tomorrow morning. Because I couldn't even do that to a piece of baked dough.The next morning I heard footsteps in the hallway that were clearly heading for the bathroom. As I stepped out of my room, I saw that a very, very tired Moritz was paddling down the hall. "Well, slept well?" I smirked, although I was also quite sleepy. "If you have to share your bed with someone, you will sleep very well," I continued.
“Oh, shut up!” All of a sudden his expression changed from angry to totally frightened. "Did you hear it ?!"
"It was hard to miss," I said to annoy him a little more.
“Don't tell mom about it!” He looked at me, still very scared.
But I just replied coolly: "If she hasn't heard it ..." ... "You don't do that more often now, do you?" I asked. It would be bad if he had something to do with my worst enemy.
"Who knows ..." he said. "Ask her."
And whoever one speaks of the devil ... Then she stumbled out of Moritz 'room."Did you see my other sock, Moritz? - Oh ... uh ... Hi, Jasmin" "Hi, Lara" I growled back.
"Um ... yes ... how are you today, Jasmin?", Lara asked, insecure.
"She heard it ..." said Moritz.
"Oh, so she heard it ... YOU REALLY HEARD? !! Please, please, not a word to anyone, please." She looked at me pleadingly. I went to my room and came back with my phone in hand.
"So ... who is in my phone book ... ah ... Max ..." "No, no, no, please not Max!", Moritz shouted.
"Ok ... not Max ... mhh ... then who? ... ah ... I know who ... Tom !! ... ok ... just press the green receiver ... do it ... Tuut ... Oh, just answer the mailbox ... Well, then I'll talk to the mailbox ... Hello, Tom, you know, I wanted to tell you something about Moritz and Lara ... .But you know, if you want to know, ask them yourself ... "I hung up. Lara and Moritz stared at me. "Ha-did you w-really talk to him on the m-mailbox?" "Yes! "Suddenly my cell phone rang. Tom called back.
"Yes hello?"
"Why did you just call me?"
"Oh ... um ... I chatted you on the mailbox because Moritz wanted to tell you something important about Lara ... Right, Moritz?" With these words I passed the mobile phone on. "Oh ... uh ... hi, Tom!" "What is so important that you call me so early in the morning ?!" "Uh ... nothing ... That was just a prank phone." " Great, good night! "
"He hung up," said my brother, confused. "Good. Then give me the cell phone back!" "Here"
Then I left the two perplexed figures in the hallway and went back to my room.
"That was fun. They should have seen their faces!" I cheered inwardly. "But why did I just call Tom ?! He thinks I'm totally crazy now!" I cried inwardly. "Well, it was worth it! Hahaha ... hihihi", I cheered again inwardly. Suddenly the cell phone rang again. "Tom again," I wondered."Yes, hello Tom"
"What was really wrong with the two of them? Moritz only stutters when he has something to hide."
"Well, ok, I'll tell you. They slept together ..."
"They have WHAT?"
"Yes, they really did. Unfortunately, I was able to overhear everything."
"Oh, my condolences. You have to tell me the whole story. I can come over today."
"Yes, ok, but bring popcorn with you. The story is very long ..."
"Well, I'll be there at 11."
"Yes bye!"