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Fanfic: Trunks, warum hasst du mich auf einmal? (teil34)
Chapter: Trunks, why do you hate me all of a sudden? (part34)
Hello! ^^ nice not? a new part and then so quickly! I know - too short, but I just had my writer's block lifted ^^ (let's see how long it lasts -. -) hope the next part will be finished as quickly and then longer.
Thank you for your dear clerks!
HEGDL ^^
your
kiya16
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Bra just couldn't believe it, all of a sudden so many guys were sitting around their "mini campfire" and then three were huddled on the ceiling. Are you crazy? She was easily confused. But somehow she was happy. Kerry conducted the interview.
“What are you doing here?” The wind got stronger and a candle went out. A man carefully turned it on again. Bra watched him quietly. He really was a man, incredibly handsome. A short haircut and a striking face. A fully grown male stature and demeanor. She put him at 24-26.He looked at her, her heart involuntarily starting to beat faster. He was way too old. He would never be interested in her! Bra got an elbow rammed into the side.
"Bra? Hey? Did you even hear his question?" She looked around. Only boys or men! A dream! She looked questioningly at Kerry. A younger man seemed to be repeating his question.
“How old are you girls?” Now Bra was grinning just like Kerry. It was dark and everyone's age seemed incalculable.
"cia ... what are you thinking?" Bra smiled at him, as did Kerry. He really seemed younger than the blonde guy before. As Bra could see, he had short, highly styled hair and a piercing on his left eyebrow. Sweet, she had to admit that. He smiled back.
“Unfortunately I have no idea.” The others agreed. This guy, too, whom Bra had inadvertently cast an eye on. Kerry leaned back, casual and confident.
"Come on, guess!" From the group came "21? 20?" the two friends grinned happily at each other. Do you really think she's that old? But the guy seemed to know better.
"I guess you're around 16." The one with the piercing objected.
"Oh come on, they are probably older. You annoy us even more if you think they are so young." Kerry looked at him and Bra suspected something bad.
"So how old are you two?"
“First your names!” The boys smiled.
"Sorry ..."
"..how rude," came the joke from behind. Bra looked into the dark "corner" an already middle-aged, somewhat fat man sat there with the beer bottle in his hand. Bra grimaced, she hated beer, but here almost everyone drinks from their own bottle. The man who lit the candle again before gave her a friendly look.
“I'm Jörg.” Bra had to resist a giggle.
"Aha!So Jörg. "Kerry seemed to feel the same way. But Jörg didn't let himself be distracted, he looked so grown up, thought Bra.
"Do you have a nickname too, Jörg?"
" N / A." He beamed at her. Bra raised her eyebrows.
"Who would be there?"
"Jörge" pronounced the "ö" very long. Bra had to laugh, it sounded funny .. Jörg waved him off. "most of them call me Jo." Bra just nodded. Kerry continued.
“So, your buddies?” He introduced all eight in turn. Bra barely remembered all the names.
"There we have Timo ..." he smiled at both of them, it was the younger one with the piercing.
".... Kai, Tim, Matthias, Jann, David (engl.) And our oldest: Peter (engl)" while Jo patted the somewhat stronger man on the shoulder. Timo spoke.
“And you girls?” Kerry began.
“This is Bra and I'm Kerry.” Everyone smiled at her. Another from the group spoke, Bra had meanwhile forgotten his name.
"And? Your age?"
"Well, you would like to know that, huh ?!" Bra had to laugh, but she interrupted her best friend.
"I'm 16" You could hear Timo sigh.
"It's a shame, I like 15-year-olds." The group laughed, well, probably everyone had already drunk a little too much. He looked at Kerry.
"I'm 16 too" Bra suppressed a betraying smile.
And so the question and answer session continued, where do they come from, what they do and, of course, the other way around. All were over 22. Bra swallowed when she heard that Jörg was already 25, Timo was 22, she thought so. All of them were music students and they were here until tomorrow on this vacation.
Thank you for your dear clerks!
HEGDL ^^
your
kiya16
................
Bra just couldn't believe it, all of a sudden so many guys were sitting around their "mini campfire" and then three were huddled on the ceiling. Are you crazy? She was easily confused. But somehow she was happy. Kerry conducted the interview.
“What are you doing here?” The wind got stronger and a candle went out. A man carefully turned it on again. Bra watched him quietly. He really was a man, incredibly handsome. A short haircut and a striking face. A fully grown male stature and demeanor. She put him at 24-26.He looked at her, her heart involuntarily starting to beat faster. He was way too old. He would never be interested in her! Bra got an elbow rammed into the side.
"Bra? Hey? Did you even hear his question?" She looked around. Only boys or men! A dream! She looked questioningly at Kerry. A younger man seemed to be repeating his question.
“How old are you girls?” Now Bra was grinning just like Kerry. It was dark and everyone's age seemed incalculable.
"cia ... what are you thinking?" Bra smiled at him, as did Kerry. He really seemed younger than the blonde guy before. As Bra could see, he had short, highly styled hair and a piercing on his left eyebrow. Sweet, she had to admit that. He smiled back.
“Unfortunately I have no idea.” The others agreed. This guy, too, whom Bra had inadvertently cast an eye on. Kerry leaned back, casual and confident.
"Come on, guess!" From the group came "21? 20?" the two friends grinned happily at each other. Do you really think she's that old? But the guy seemed to know better.
"I guess you're around 16." The one with the piercing objected.
"Oh come on, they are probably older. You annoy us even more if you think they are so young." Kerry looked at him and Bra suspected something bad.
"So how old are you two?"
“First your names!” The boys smiled.
"Sorry ..."
"..how rude," came the joke from behind. Bra looked into the dark "corner" an already middle-aged, somewhat fat man sat there with the beer bottle in his hand. Bra grimaced, she hated beer, but here almost everyone drinks from their own bottle. The man who lit the candle again before gave her a friendly look.
“I'm Jörg.” Bra had to resist a giggle.
"Aha!So Jörg. "Kerry seemed to feel the same way. But Jörg didn't let himself be distracted, he looked so grown up, thought Bra.
"Do you have a nickname too, Jörg?"
" N / A." He beamed at her. Bra raised her eyebrows.
"Who would be there?"
"Jörge" pronounced the "ö" very long. Bra had to laugh, it sounded funny .. Jörg waved him off. "most of them call me Jo." Bra just nodded. Kerry continued.
“So, your buddies?” He introduced all eight in turn. Bra barely remembered all the names.
"There we have Timo ..." he smiled at both of them, it was the younger one with the piercing.
".... Kai, Tim, Matthias, Jann, David (engl.) And our oldest: Peter (engl)" while Jo patted the somewhat stronger man on the shoulder. Timo spoke.
“And you girls?” Kerry began.
“This is Bra and I'm Kerry.” Everyone smiled at her. Another from the group spoke, Bra had meanwhile forgotten his name.
"And? Your age?"
"Well, you would like to know that, huh ?!" Bra had to laugh, but she interrupted her best friend.
"I'm 16" You could hear Timo sigh.
"It's a shame, I like 15-year-olds." The group laughed, well, probably everyone had already drunk a little too much. He looked at Kerry.
"I'm 16 too" Bra suppressed a betraying smile.
And so the question and answer session continued, where do they come from, what they do and, of course, the other way around. All were over 22. Bra swallowed when she heard that Jörg was already 25, Timo was 22, she thought so. All of them were music students and they were here until tomorrow on this vacation.