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2020-10-12 03:17:57When they arrived at the apartment, they were immediately greeted by a happily wagging its tail, largely white Jack Russel Terrier, who scurried around between their legs and whimpered softly. Amelie had received Idefix from Denise as a distraction and consolation after she lost her parents four years ago.
“Oh, Ide. We weren't gone that long ”.
Amelie put the shopping basket on the kitchen counter, crouched down and scratched Idefix's back briefly before she started putting away the groceries.
"Fuck! I forgot the eggs ”, Denise stated angrily while rummaging through the purchases and grabbed her forehead.
"It's not that bad. I can get some more tomorrow after work. "
"But I have to bake this stupid cake!"
“You mean, I have to bake this stupid one,” Amelie corrected her.
You could twist and turn it however you wanted, but Denise had absolutely no talent for cooking or baking. Every time she tried, the kitchen was like a battlefield and the food was either overcooked, half-raw, burnt or simply inedible.
"I tell you," Denise agreed and grinned happily.
“I'll just ring the bell at HP right away. He can certainly help out. "
HP (pronounced Eyjtsch Pi) was the banal abbreviation for Hendrik Pietschmann. But because that didn't sound cool at all and far too serious for a permanent student professional stoner, everyone just addressed him with his initials.
“Then make sure that he really only gives you eggs. Even if it would be fun to serve a hash cake at the company party. "
A little later, Amelie rang the doorbell of her neighbor across the street. Ordinary people would probably be good at work, school or university on an early Thursday morning, but HP was actually always at home. It was a mystery to her how he could even afford his apartment. Since moving in with her aunt four years ago, HP has been busy studying biology and only leaving the house in the evenings to celebrate. Or just when he ran out of material .
After a few seconds, HP finally opened the door, clad only in dark green boxer shorts. Expressionless and somehow standing beside him, he looked at her with his reddened eyes and lazily patted his chest with his right hand. HP was a classic self-pamper. Whenever you talked to him, his hands massaged somewhere on his (admittedly quite handsome) upper body. She waited for the day when his hands would find their way below the belt in public.
"What's up, Amelie?"
“I have to bake a cake and we stupidly forgot the eggs when we went shopping. Do you have any I can also give you new ones back tomorrow. "
HP blinked, then looked down at his best piece.
"Forget it, HP," she rebuked him as a precaution, "That shouldn't be a template for perverted jokes."
He caught her gaze again and rummaged through his brown locks to catch himself scratching his head. It was just always the same with him.
"I don't even know if there are more than two in the apartment," he finally quipped.
Amelie rolled her eyes slightly annoyed and suppressed a slight smile.
"Seriously?"
"Come on, you were secretly just waiting for it."
He grinned teasingly.
"Sure ... Could you then kindly see if there are any shorts outside of your shorts that I can do something with?"
Amelie crossed her arms over her chest and fixed him with a determined expression.
HP shrugged indifferently and finally turned to leave. Through the open door she saw some clothes and indefinable junk lying around randomly on the floor. A strange smell also made its way into the stairwell. How could one live like that voluntarily? An almost thirty-year-old permanent student, should actually be able to keep a little order. No wonder no woman could last longer than one night with him.
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