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Well. The room is so tidy. And you have books! I didn't even know boys had books. Apart from the school books, of course. ”

“ Oh. Yes my friends have some books. But I love books and that's why I have so many, ”he explained.

"Oh!" While I was walking towards the bookshelf, Paul went to the two beanbags in the corner and plopped into one. I studied his bookshelf. He had it all. Horror, Fantasy, History and Comics. Even romance novels.

"Romance novels?" I giggled.

"Yes. Kitsch is good every now and then. Don't you think so? ”

“ Yes, yes . I love kitsch. But you are a boy! A boy who read romance novels? ”I asked.

"Yes I know. A bit strange. ”I had now discovered Romeo and Juliet. Romeo and Juliet was one of my favorite dramas. I also liked other Shakespeare plays, such as A Midsummer Night's Dream or The Merchant of Venice.

“Will you leave the bookshelf alone and come to me?” Paul asked impatiently. I turned to him. "Of course," I replied. I sat down with him in the other beanbag. "Here's your jacket," I said, tossing it to him.

"Thanks!"

I grabbed my grandfather's chain. I wondered what he was doing. Was he watching me? He watched over me and my family. What would he say if he saw me here with Paul? Would he be happy for me or would he give me a lecture that a girl my age shouldn't have a boyfriend?

I noticed Paul was watching me and jumped up.

"Let's go ...", I got no further, because my eyes went black and I slumped to the ground. Then I didn't notice anything anymore.

I woke up with a scream. I was drenched in sweat and shivered.

Where was I? What am i doing here? I was lying on a bed with a blue cover.

Now it came back to me. I was with Paul. Oh my god that was embarrassing! I just fainted and you because of such a strange dream.

I sat up. My eyes went black.

“Lina! You are awake! ”Said a voice in front of me. I blinked to see clearly again. Paul stood in front of my bed. Well I think it didn't matter to his bed.

"What time is it?" I croaked. My voice felt as if I hadn't had anything to drink for days and had screamed for a long time on top of that. I cleared my throat and Paul handed me a glass of water, which I accepted gratefully.

He crouched in front of me. I took a long swig of the fresh, cold water and waited for an answer.

"It's 1:00 p.m.", he finally answered my question.

"And what happened?" I asked, still hoarse, and took another sip of water. Outwardly I was completely calm, but inside there was a storm of emotions. I was afraid of the answer. I had probably done something, like demolished some of his things or something.

Paul took a deep breath and began to say, “We sat down and you just gave me my jacket back. You remember that, don't you? ”He asked me. I nodded. I still remembered that.

“Then suddenly you jumped up and wanted to suggest something to me. You broke off in the middle of a sentence and passed out. I saw you on the ground and heard you scream. At first I thought you were in pain, but you didn't answer my question and I picked you up. That's when I noticed that you were unconscious and yelling about something else. I carried you to the bed and laid you on it. I didn't mean to wake you because I didn't know what you would do when you wake up. You cried again and the scariest part was that it was not a fearful cry, but one of a kind, "I'll kill you!" And then I waited until you wake up. "

" And how long have I been. .. away? ”I asked.

"Not long. 10 minutes maybe. ”

“ And what did your siblings and your mother say about that? ”I asked, because I was somehow ashamed that I had just passed out. I wondered how they had reacted to me. Especially when I suddenly started screaming.

“... is with friends and Mum and Selena went to see relatives. So they didn't even notice that you suddenly passed out, "he said.

I didn't really listen at first, but that didn't matter. I knew that Mike was meant. I took a deep breath. Luckily. They hadn't noticed the little mishap. I closed my eyes, lay down again, and relaxed.

"What did you dream about?" He wanted to know. I considered. Yes, what had I actually dreamed? I couldn't remember anything.

"I have no idea," I answered honestly. There was a pause. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was really good.

"Lina?" Paul asked hesitantly at some point. "May I ask you something? It's something very personal. ”

“ What do you want to know? I hope it's not too personal, "I replied.

"Thank you." He paused and cleared his throat. He was nervous I noticed. I was curious and wanted to know what he wanted to know so badly.

"So?" I asked when he still hadn't said anything after 3 minutes.

"Lina ... did you ever have ... oh whatever!" He broke off.

"Okay," I replied, dragging the word out. "Didn't you have a surprise for me?" I asked, distracting from the previous topic, which somehow hadn't been very informative.

"Oh yes! I had. Or rather, I have! ”He said and jumped up. "Are you

coming ?" "I'm coming!" I said and slowly got up. Even though I got up slowly, I still felt dizzy, went black and had to hold on to the bed frame. You know i hate it. No matter how carefully I got up, I always felt dizzy. When I could look again, I saw Paul walk over to me, concerned. I smiled and shook my head. How he always cared about me. That was really cute, but why was he doing it? He knew we were playing in two different leagues. He was Robert Pattinson and I was the ugly duckling. Although ... I bet every ugly duckling gets lucky, right? I hoped so.

Paul and I went down to the kitchen. Paul stopped there and turned to me.

"Stop here!" He demanded.

"OK! I'm staying here already. ", I replied.

He turned back and went into the garden. I looked around the kitchen. Since I was supposed to stay here, I went to the refrigerator and looked at the photos that were hanging on the door.

I liked one thing so much that I carefully took it from the refrigerator and took him to the kitchen table, where I sat down and looked at the picture.

In the picture I saw Paul when I was about 13 years old. He was on a horse. It was chocolate brown and stoutly built. I didn't mean that the horse was fat, but rather strong enough to be a good jumper. It was wonderful. I could tell from the picture that it was called Melody. A child's hand had written that in the left corner of the picture. I was concentrating on Paul now. Paul sat completely relaxed on the horse as if he didn't mind sitting on such a big horse. He was wearing riding breeches and riding boots. He also wore a crash vest and a riding helmet for his protection.

Next to him sat a girl with red hair on a white horse. They were a perfect match. So I mean the horse and the girl, not Paul and the girl. Although the two would go well together. I guess they were a couple once.

Although I didn't know exactly and I didn't dare to ask Paul about it.

"Ah, so you looked at the photos while I was away," Paul stated. I winced and looked at him angrily.

"Would you please stop sneaking up on me?" I asked him as my heartbeat slowly calmed down.

"OK. Why are you so scared? ”

“ I ... that's just how I am. ”I paused. "Where is that?" I asked, pointing to the picture. Paul took a closer look.

“I was 14 years old then and just had an important tournament. I really wanted to win. But unfortunately I only made it to 2nd place. ”He grinned at me. "Well. I loved the horse, but shortly after the tournament I stopped riding because it wasn't really cool for a boy and I didn't want to be the victim of my friends. ”

“ And who is the one next to you? ”I asked and pointed to the girl with the red hair.

“This is Amilia. My competitor and archenemy. I also lost the tournament against them. I hate her. ”He said.

Okay, that meant they weren't a couple. That was actually quite good.

I looked at the clock. It was 1:45 p.m. Lina was waiting at the train station at 3 p.m. That meant Paul had to show me the surprise he had for me. I looked at him expectantly and asked, "And what about the surprise you have for me?"

"Oh yes. I keep forgetting that. ", He said and hit his head. “Come with me!” He said and went into the garden.

I quickly put the picture back on the refrigerator and followed him.

When I got to the garden and looked around, I noticed that it was really nicely planted. Flowers and small bushes were planted everywhere. It looked really nice.

Paul went to a bicycle that was there in the middle of the lawn. Only at second glance did I realize that it was my bike. Just that, how should I put it, it had been changed. Instead of just black, it was now neon pink and black. He or whoever had painted different things on it with neon pink. For example: a heart, a peace sign or stars. It looked really cool. I liked it. But what I discovered on the bike made me laugh so much that I dropped to the floor and laughed to myself. I couldn't breathe and my flash of laughter got worse when I saw Paul's expression. It looked weird to scream. He looked so puzzled and at the same time he bit back a laugh. When I had finally calmed down I got up and went to Paul, who was now grinning like a honey cake horse. I hugged him and thanked him.