Ch. 3

Shortly after 6 p.m. the two of them arrived with their bikes to pick me up. I just quickly packed my keys and went down the stairs to open it. Since my parents were already back in the house, my mother was already open and was about to call me when she noticed that I was already on my way downstairs. "We were afraid that you would back down again," David began to tease without a big greeting. "I'm not going to miss it if you two candlesticks make yourselves ridiculous again when you are drunk", I replied, while my mother, who was still standing at the door, tried to suppress a laugh. Lars and David only looked at each other briefly and began to grin. "Bye, Mom", I said goodbye to my mom and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you later, Mark. Have a good time and be careful on the way home that you don't end up drunk in a ditch," said my mother, amused. "We'll take care of the little one here," answered David and ruffled my hair with a broad grin. "Well, that calms me down a lot now," replied my mother and rolled her eyes with a mock evil expression.

I unlocked my bike, which was right next to the front door to our two-story half-timbered house, and got on the saddle. The way to the quarry pond was about 10 minutes by bike. When we turned from the village in the direction of the dirt road, which led directly to the party place, we stopped briefly and, to my delight, Lars gave me the first cold beer. He and David had also taken one out of the backpack and so we clinked glasses, all took a strong drink and made our way to the quarry pond. The short tour almost ended with David actually soberly ending up in the ditch for fooling around with Lars. He was able to jump off the bike shortly before and came to a stop shortly before, juggling the bike in one hand and the beer in the other.

Due to the laughing fit and above all because of the volume, we did not notice that a bicycle had approached behind us, which was now trying to make its way through us with a loud ringing, as the dirt road was not wide enough to allow 3 bicycles to ride side by side can. We jumped up and could just jump to the side before Stefanie laughed between us. She thanked her, still laughing, with the words "Thank you, you drunkards". Lars and David only commented on this with a loud "We don't". I, on the other hand, couldn't bring a sound to my lips for the sheer stare and looked after her wordlessly and almost a little dreamily. She only wore a fairly short pair of jeans, a green spaghetti tank top and flip-flops too.

Just at the moment when David noticed it and wanted to get me out of my trance with "You like her" and a big grin, she turned around again and smiled warmly. Unfortunately I couldn't say who she turned around now. I looked briefly at David and quickly turned to my bike so that he couldn't see how right he was with this statement. But he persisted: "We've known it for a while, Mark. You can't fool us. But she's also really pretty ..." "... and you can talk to her very well," I completed his sentence, still with his back to the two of them. Since I had jumped back on my bike and started cycling, a grin spread across my face. "Come on, You drunkards, hopp hopp, otherwise there won't be any more beer for you! "I called to them as I drove past. The almost synchronous" Yes, no, it is clear. We'll catch you up loosely with blindfolded eyes and both hands strapped behind our backs, "made us laugh so much again that we had to drive on really slowly.