Letter

 greeted Timo's parents and Timo jumped up and shouted: “Finally! You saved me. Adults only talk about shit like that. ”

I laughed and hugged him.

"Hey Timo. Long time not seen ”

“ Only recently while dancing. ”

“ Right. Come on let's go up Not that we're still asleep here because the adults are only talking about boring stuff. ”

“ Thanks. ”

We went up to my room, which I had tidied up, luckily, because that would have been really embarrassing.

We sat on my bed and talked about everything. About school, friends, love ...

"How are things going with your girlfriend?" I asked and immediately regretted it. Timo's face darkened.

"I broke up," he replied with a sad expression on his face.

"How so? Fabienne was so cute! I really liked her! ", I asked aghast.

"She cheated on one of my friends." I looked at him in disbelief. Fabienne, is this lovely and nice girl supposed to have cheated on? I could not believe it. She wasn't really my friend, but I couldn't imagine her.

“Has she really cheated? Or did someone just tell you? I do mean spreading rumors into the world to disperse those who are jealous of. "

" I've seen it with my own eyes. I wanted to come and see her as a surprise. Her parents weren't there and she was home alone. She gave me the spare key and I went inside. I ran to her room and heard giggles. At first I thought it was a friend of hers there but when I opened the door I saw her and my boyfriend lying naked on the bed. They were so busy with themselves that they didn't even notice me. And when I cleared my throat they turned to me and were shocked. I broke up immediately. ”

I moved over to him and hugged him.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. He put his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"Thank you. But I fell in love with someone else. She's a dream and I think she likes me too. ”

At that moment my mother called us. Why was she calling us right now? I wanted to know who the mysterious one was that Timo had fallen in love with.

“Lina! Timo! Calm down! Timo's parents want to go home! ”We looked at the clock at the same time. It was already midnight. Have we talked that long? Oha.

“We're coming!” We shouted.

"Come over. We don't want to keep your parents waiting. ”I said and slowly got up and pulled him up with me.

Together we went downstairs where we said goodbye with a hug.

"Until tomorrow. 3pm at your place, right? "I asked.

"Oh yes. Yes until tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it. ”

“ What are we watching? ”

“ Let yourself be surprised. ”He said mysteriously.

"Well ..." I sighed. "See you tomorrow!" I hugged him and shook hands with his parents.

When they were gone I said good night to my parents and went to bed.

I was so exhausted that I slept deeply and dreamlessly. Luckily. I didn't feel like having those crazy dreams that I sometimes had. My imagination was really limitless.

When I woke up in the morning and checked my watch, it was eleven o'clock. I was well rested and was looking forward to the day. In a good mood I got up and changed. Then I went to the bathroom and put on make-up and did my hair. That's what every girl did, right? Then I went downstairs, happily humming to myself.

My father was sitting in the living room watching the news.

"Good morning!" I exclaimed exuberantly.

“Tomorrow honey.”

“Where's Mum?”

“In the kitchen. She packs food. The two of us go to the beach for a picnic and that sort of thing. ”He grinned at me.

"Ah. A romantic picnic on the beach. That's cute. ”

“ What's cute? ”Asked my mum, who just came out of the kitchen. "Good morning Lina."

"Morning mum."

"She thinks it's cute that the two of us have a picnic today," my dad explained.

"I see. Actually you should have come with me. ", Said my mother, a little offended.

“But mum. Look at it this way. Now you and dad have a whole day without me to just relax. And to talk. Or whatever else you want to do, "I added with a grin on my face and saw my mother blush. My mother usually never blushed!

"Well, I'm going to have something to eat," I said and disappeared into the kitchen.

There I made myself cornflakes and ate them down. I put everything away and then went back to my parents' living room. They sat tightly embraced on the couch and watched a Bollywood film.

I always had to cry at such films. I stood at the door and made a choking noise. My parents looked at me and laughed. They stretched out their arms and I snuggled between them.

“What did I hear yesterday. Timo and you have a date? ”Asked my father.

"Dad. We just meet as friends. ”I rolled my eyes.

“And what are you doing?”

“We're going to the cinema. And then Timo has a surprise for me. ”

“ A surprise? That sounds exciting. That makes me curious. ", Said my mother.

"Yes, I can imagine that. You were way too curious then. ”My father smiled at the memories.

"Yes, that's right," admitted my mother. "You tell me sure what he had or a surprise for you?"

"Maybe. I have to think again. ”

“ Lina! ”My mother looked at me indignantly. Then she finally saw the dimples on my face that showed I was kidding and she grinned.

"You got that from your father," she explained.

“What do I have from him?”

“Hello? I'm sitting right next to you. Don't talk about me as if I'm not there. ”, My father looked at us offended.

"Sorry," we said almost simultaneously.

"What do I have from Dad?" I asked again.

“That way of making you believe what you want you to believe.”

“Really? I don't think I'm good at it. ”

“ But you really are! ”My mother protested with conviction.

I turned back to the film. Just as the movie was over and I was crying, Paul called.

"Hello?" I asked sobbing.

“Lina? Is everything ok? Something happened? Are you crying? ”Paul asked, startled.

"Nothing has happened. Yes, I'm crying because I've seen a movie. ”

“ Oh. ”He sounded relieved.

"Why did you call?"

"I wanted to bring you this note that Emma left with you when ..." He paused.

"Oh." He didn't like talking about what Emma and Tina had done as I did.

“I completely forgot to give it to you and have only just seen it again. Can I come over and bring it to you? ”

“ Sure.

See you soon . ” “ Yes, bye! ”He hung up. I rushed into the bathroom and washed my face. Then I put my make-up on again and told my parents that Paul was coming soon.

"Why is Paul coming?" My mother asked blankly. "I thought you had an appointment with Timo today."

"Yes, but he has to bring me something for a minute." At that moment the doorbell rang.

"I'm going." Said my father and went to the door to open it.

"Hello Mr. Ashton," I heard Paul politely greet my father.

“Good afternoon Paul. Nice to meet you. Come on in. ”

“ Thank you. ”

The two of them came into the living room where my mother and I were sitting. My mother got up and said hello to Paul. Then I went to him and hugged him.

"Hey."

"Hey little one!" He smiled.

"I'm not little!" I protested.

"Yes you are!", Said my parents and he almost at the same time.

"Pff ..."

"Sorry.", He said contrite. My parents didn't say anything.

"Not so bad. Come on let's go up to my room. ”

“ Okay! ”

I led him up to my room and opened the door. He went in and examined it.

“Is what?”

“No. But somehow I wouldn't have imagined your room like that. ”

“ What do you mean? ”

“ Well, it's not girlish like that. ”

He was right. My room didn't look like most of the rooms. It was designed in black and white. I had a black bed, a white wardrobe, a black beanbag, a black desk, and my wall was decorated in white with black roses. My guitar and violin stood in a corner of the room and were (who would have thought?), Also black. The room was tidy and everything was in its place. I liked my room. It suited me.

"Sit down," I said, pointing to my bed.

“Thanks.”

“And how are you?”

“Good, good. And you? ”

“ Also good! Well apart from the fact that I'm full of wounds everything is fine. ”

“ Oh, how are your ribs? Is everything okay? ”

“ Yes, everything is fine as long as I don't overexert myself. ”

“ That's good. ”

“ Yes, I think so too. ”I paused and then said:“ Can I have the 'letter' Emma left there has? "

" Sure. "He dug into his pocket and handed me the piece of paper that looked a little taken. “Here!”

“Thank you!”

The letter was not addressed to anyone.