Mother

My mother was waiting for me in the house. "Who was that?" She asked harshly.

"A friend of mine. I was with him this afternoon too. ”

“ Oh. Is that his jacket? ”I looked down at myself. I really still had his jacket on. I blushed. “Yes, that's his. I was cold because I was only wearing a t-shirt and he gave me his jacket. ”

“ Ah yes? ”Asked my mother, interested.

"What, ah yes?" Asked my father, who had just arrived. His gaze fell on Paul's jacket and his gaze hardened.

"Whose jacket is this?" He growled.

“It's from a friend. Mama can tell you. I am tired. Good night. ”I kissed my parents on the cheek and went up to my room.

I undressed and took a shower. After that I was even more tired than before. I yawned, but I wanted to text Paul and apologize for the fact that I still had his jacket.

So I wrote to him: “Hey big guy! I'm sorry. I still have your jacket! I'll bring it to you tomorrow afternoon and get the medicine right away, okay? Good night. Sleep well and have a sweet dream! ”I sent her off. I immediately regretted it. Why did I write such nonsense to him? What did he have to think of me? I was ashamed. A short time later I received two text messages.

One was from Christina, the other from Paul. Of course, I opened Paul's first.

He wrote: “Hey little one! Really sweet of you to send me a good night SMS! I'm looking forward to it! Have a little surprise for you too, but didn't you want to go shopping with Christina? ;) Sleep well and have a sweet dream! ”I smiled. Then I opened Christina's text message.

She wrote: “Hey honey. I can't do it until 3 p.m. tomorrow. Still have to take care of my brother! I'm sorry. Shall we meet at 3pm at the train station? ”

“ Okay, not bad. Anyway, wanted to meet Paul before we went shopping. And maybe he'll come shopping with me tomorrow! Yes, we'll meet at the train station at 3 p.m. Don't be late! ”I wrote back to her. She didn't write me back and I lay down in bed overwhelmed by tiredness and fell asleep.

I woke up. That used to be a strange dream. I didn't even know that I had such a vivid imagination. I looked at the clock. 9 clock. What day was it today Oh yes. Saturday.

I got up slowly and got dressed. I decided on black jeans and a dark blue T-shirt with the imprint: "I <3 MUSIC!". I put on some make-up and brushed my hair. I made a bun and then went downstairs.

"Good morning!" I trilled to my parents, who were sitting at the dining table.

They looked at me seriously. My smile froze.

"What's going on?" My mum pointed to the square across from them. I sat down and had a strange feeling.

"We need to talk. You are now at the age where you have your first time and ... "

I interrupted her. “Do you want to talk about that? Without me. ”I turned to the two of them. “We already discussed that! Please spare me! ”

My parents laughed. "Okay.", My father relented. "Then we want to know who the handsome young man who brought you home yesterday is."

I blushed. No! You didn't really want to know more about him, did you?

To buy a little more time, I got up and got a bowl from the closet. I got myself cereal, milk and a spoon and then sat back at the table. "And?" Asked my father, dragging the word out.

"This is Paul. He moved from here two years ago and is now free and wants to visit us. ”I fell silent. They didn't want to know more. Or?

But they wanted.

"Why did he come home with you yesterday?" Asked my mother.

“How is he like?” My father asked at the same time. I raised my hands.

"Spare me!" I shouted, laughing, but I stopped immediately when my eyes fell on my parents' faces.

"What is it?" I asked, puzzled. My mother pointed to my arms, trembling.

"What is that there?" I looked at my arms. There was a fist-sized bruise on my right arm. Even two on the left.

I'm an idiot! Why was I only wearing a t-shirt?

"Nothing!" I said quickly. “I ran into the door.”

“Oh yeah? But it doesn't look like it. ”My mother asked suspiciously.

“But the one on the right arm comes from the door. The other two ... I have no idea. I didn't even know I had two there. ”I lied.

My parents were satisfied. For now. I looked at the clock. 11 clock. I got up and put the things away.

"I have to go!" I said and gave my parents a kiss on the cheek.

"Where to?" Asked my father, surprised. But my mother smiled knowingly.

"Are you going to see this Paul?" She asked curiously.

"Yes. I do and then I'll go shopping with him and Christina in town. It reminds me of something. ”I looked pleadingly at my parents.

"Oh no. I know what that look means ... "said my father.

"Please!" I pleaded. I looked at her with such a good doggie look that the two of them couldn't resist.

"Okay," my father gave in. He took his wallet out of his jeans and took out one hundred euros. "Here," he growled.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I screeched and hugged him.

“It's okay, it's okay. Buy something nice little one. ”My mother came back into the room. When did she go out? She handed me a two hundred euro note.

"There you go.", She sighed.

"Thanks!" I called, hugging her.

"Go ahead!" Said my mother, waving her hand.

I wasn't told twice and stormed into my room. I stuffed the money into my wallet and put it in my pocket. Just like my keys, my cell phone and my camera. I also had a pen and paper in my pocket. You never knew when you would need something like that. I quickly put my lip gloss and mascara in my bag and then ran downstairs.

"See you later! I don't know when I'll be back! ”I shouted. My parents wished me a lot more fun and I went out of the house.

With me I had the freshly washed clothes of Paul's sister and his jacket.

This time I had brought my own jacket.

I crossed the street to his house, rang his doorbell, and waited. A middle-aged woman opened the door. I estimated her to be 36 years old. She was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hello. You have to be Lina. Come on in. ", She was saying. "Thanks," I said and stepped into the house.

“Paul visit for you!” She called through the house. I heard Paul run down the stairs and started smiling.

When he appeared on the stairs I started laughing. Paul and his mother looked at me in confusion.

"Hey Paul. Uh nice boxer shorts! ”I laughed. Paul looked down at himself and blushed. "I'll be right back!" He said and disappeared up the stairs. His mom looked at me grinning and I grinned back.

"Come on, let's go into the living room." Said Paul's mother, whose name was Larissa, as I found out later.

His two siblings were also sitting in the living room. They were identical twins and looked like one egg to another. His brother's name was Mike and his sister was Selena. The two were 15 years old and had black hair and dark brown eyes. They looked a little Spanish and had nothing in common with their brother, who had blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. I gave her things back to Selena and thanked her again.

She refused and said: “Nothing to thank!”

We sat together a little and talked about school and other things. I liked his family. They were so natural and didn't mince words. They came across as very personable.

“Where is Paul then? Mike grinned, just as Paul came into the living room.

"No, but to get changed, tidy my room and look tidy," he said now. He came to the table and looked at me. "Are you coming?"

"Sure where?" I asked.

"To my room."

"I'm coming!" I said, getting up. "See you later!" I said to his siblings and his mother. They waved to me and Paul led me into his room.

We walked in silence. We stopped in front of a room door on the 2nd floor. Paul pushed the door open and let me go first. I went in.

His room surprised me. It wasn't the usual boys' room. In usual boys' rooms there were always posters of their favorite soccer stars or half-naked women. (Which I had never understood. Why did the half-naked women have them in their room?)

His room was very different. The first thing I noticed was the huge bookcase. A drum kit and a guitar stood in one corner of the room. The bed was on the side behind the door. His closet was big. Not as big as mine, but pretty big. His desk was littered with papers and was the only place where there was a mess. It also had a balcony from which one had a wonderful view of the well-tended garden. And the most surprising thing: it was tidy. Everything was in its place. No matter whether it was his clothes or his trophies. Everything had its place. It was all light and open. I felt at home straight away. Paul, who was standing next to me, laughed softly. "Surprised?" He asked.

"A little," I admitted.

"Why?" He asked interested.