Even though I was totally exhausted, I just couldn't calm down. I was constantly turning around or my blanket, repositioning my skull on the pillow, or scratching myself somewhere.
In between I went to the toilet again, had another glass of water, nothing helped.
My mind was circling around my little sister the whole time. I hadn't heard from her since I left home, she ignored all my letters, emails, and calls. She probably did this to keep out of trouble. She always did what my parents wanted. Not me. That's why they liked her - and not me. I had never been jealous of Kay, never because it had to be damn exhausting to dance to someone's tune all the time. I just couldn't understand them often. “And just now I don't understand her either.” I always thought we were friends, best friends. And now it seemed like she didn't give a damn. "She said that she understands me. That she can understand that I'm leaving! So why, WHY does she want nothing more to do with me now? Why does she stick to our producers and not to me ?!"
Kay lived in the town where these tin cans had been their first target.
And I couldn't even warn her. Angry, I dug my fingers into the duvet.

"Jeneine?" Piccolo whispered so softly that nobody would have woken up.
"Hm?"
"You can't sleep, can you?"
"Yeah. I'm so scared ... of the cyborgs."
Piccolo's protective instinct sounded the alarm.
“I'll take care of you.” Saying that was more of a reflex, he hadn't really thought about it. At the moment he felt anything but big and strong.
Jeneine smiled: "Why did you let me win the big tournament?"
Damn it, what should he answer that now? Nobody is allowed to hurt something as precious as you? Or maybe option number two: If I look at you, will I be immobilized ?!Probably not such a good idea!
"You took part for the prize money, I participated to train. Now you have your half a million and I had an interesting fight." Yes, that sounded very plausible.
"Hey, you didn't even know that the dough was my motivation!" Teased the woman who was responsible for all these dropouts.
Well that went pretty bad. Fortunately, it was pitch dark so she couldn't see the tell-tale color his face was already turning back on. He really couldn't think of a phrase that was even remotely good. Maybe it was best to stop saying anything and pretend to be dead.
"I find you interesting too," she said now. Her voice still had that cheeky undertone.
"Really?"
"Sure, why shouldn't I?"
Well, interesting wasn't necessarily attractive. So there was no reason to doubt the sincerity of her words.
“What about your parents?” A change of subject was slowly becoming really appropriate. Worked fine this morning too.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes." He secretly added "I want to know everything about you!" added.
"Well, my father only likes me when I do something, create or manage something that he can show off and my mother thinks it would have been better to cut me out before I was born."
Jeneine tried to sound as happy and carefree as ever, but her admirer heard the tremor in her voice when she quoted her mum. Great anger rose in him and made him much braver than he actually was.
"I'm glad you're here," he gently wiped a tear from her cheek.
He felt that she was smiling.
"You are wonderful. Nobody, nobody has the right to hurt you!"
Had he just been seriously saying that? Oh you sh ..
Jeneine didn't hesitate for a second and snuggled into his muscular arms.Piccolo was surprised at first, but then he hugged her tightly to his chest. He would have stopped time if he could have never had to let go of it again. Happiness flooded every inch of his body and he stroked her head and through her hair lovingly, this time so that she noticed it too.
"Thank you for comforting me," she muttered into the crook of his neck. Her breath on his skin sent chills down his spine.
"Sleep well Jeneine."
"I will," she hooked her legs with his.
Piccolo had never been so close to anyone in his life, and never before had he seen anything so beautiful. And even if that was the only thing Jeneine wanted from him, it was a lot more than he deserved, a lot more than he'd ever thought possible. Her petite body, her delicate, seductively smelling skin ... every second had to be savored in which he was allowed to hold everything he so much desired in his hands.
"She doesn't find me repulsive and she isn't afraid of me either!"
Drunk butterflies went roller coaster in Piccolo's stomach. If only he had fallen in love with her sooner ... she would have smiled at him as mischievously as she did shortly before her competition! Then his life would have turned into this fantastic adventure much earlier ...

Something woke me up. It felt like the middle of the night.
When I opened my eyes I realized that I was lying in beautiful, strong arms and that Piccolo's body was warming me. I smiled. He must have been awake a long time, but not an inch from my side. Someone pounded on the door. That had to be the one who pulled me out of my sweet dreams.
"Yes? !!" I croaked angrily and Son Gohan came in. But he immediately jumped back again when he found Piccolo and me so tightly embraced. "Um, papa says you should come down!"
"Tell him we're only training our facial muscles and our immune system today!"I growled.
"O-ok." The little one was delighted to be able to run away again.
"How did you mean that?" Piccolo asked unsettled.
"Laughing is healthy. And we'll have something to laugh about soon!"
And my calculations worked out. Son Goku rumbled up the stairs as if stung by a tarantula: "WHAT THE SMOKE? HOW DID HE GET THAT DONE !! ??"
I barely got myself down.
"Clever!", Piccolo wrapped one of my hair strands around his index finger.
Goku didn't think it necessary to knock and couldn't believe his eyes at the sight of us.
His facial expressions were really too delicious. "I really don't want to bother you, but, um, Chichi means you're doing your English Abitur today ?!"
"Oh shit!" I jumped up. I had completely forgotten that!
"What time is it?" I looked for some clothes in a panic.
"Half-past seven."
Still totally perplexed, Goku stared at Piccolo, who smirked smugly.
I didn't feel like disappearing into the bathroom to get changed, so I combined putting on my everyday clothes with taking off my pajamas so that you couldn't catch a glimpse of my intimate areas. I quickly packed up some school supplies and then squeezed past Goku.
"See you later," I said goodbye to Piccolo, and regret lay in my words.
Downstairs, Chichi forced me to take a sandwich with me, but then I stormed out of the house and flew towards the horizon. Maybe I should really take care of school more ... I almost missed the day that I'd dragged myself to high school for half my life.
A voice in my head screamed just the opposite. Namely that it didn't matter at all. And I noticed something else: my pulse was racing like I was riding a roller coaster. I quickened my pace, screeching and cheering. I felt like I had overdosed on antidepressants.
But it was great. I knew what it was.The best on the world. And I did the same thing in my heart, flipping somersaults and turning on my own axis.

"What did you do that she kissed you?", Son Goku patted Piccolo on the shoulder, "We should have it patented and make a fortune with it!"
"We didn't kiss! She screwed you, you wannabe armor!"
"What? But you cuddled so sweetly!"
"ARGH! YOU HORNOX! JUST THEREFORE YES !!"
"Yeah, exactly!"
Piccolo rolled his eyes.
"Today you should really have some breakfast", Goku dragged his friend into the kitchen, "Energy for the night! Don't forget, she is wearing black underwear!" Goku shook his hand as if he had burned it.
Piccolo grabbed Goku by the collar and pressed him roughly against the fridge: "That doesn't give a shit about you !!" Chichi also made an angry grimace.
"Hehe, okay, it was just kidding!"