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Joko & Klaas & Palina - Round VII



"The beauty is indeed that of Hegel now has always scared when I'm doing!"
It was true. Klaas registered the movement with which Joko his hand raised, signaling to wish him a stick, as he quickly grasped the meaning of previous words.

The pain, however, did. Joko's laughter was committed and whether echoed the nature of the premises twice as loud resist. Only when the rest of the team coincided with the laughter, were relaxing Klaas' facial features gradually and were of tightly pressed lips and narrowed eyes as firmly off.

"Haha," said Klaas assorted gestures and facial expressions to an end and twisted it ostentatiously, Joko just for a very, very stupid to keep colleagues, the eyes. "As you can win it again and what happens? Only trouble! Only fear and terror! Can "

" profits. Is clear. How was he just talks himself forever. "

" Oah ...!" The Klaas, the eyes again twisted. Now, because Joko had him profusely down his arm around the shoulder, while he pulled him up and the already messed up hair even more upset had dug.
chaos after Winterscheidt.
Klaas turned out of the affair before his feel-good barometer reached the absolute zero. It was hard enough to keep it above freezing. Not only because of the defeat before the camera, but also because Joko penetrating joy behind it. Or was there not a "The matter is in the can" hear that?

However, since the Klaas was relatively safe and immediately went with both hands over his hair. Joko still giggling. The associated Amusement crept up like an animal crawling the walls and Klaas was back with the paranoid panic, it could be any second cascade down on him and bite him. Or beat. High time then to go for it:

"I'm out."

"What, are you then get away! No way! "As simple as had the Younger introduced that made it did not unfortunately. While Klaas had been in essence, to aim for the door, but he now had one hand on the Jackettkragen who held him in place.

"Yes, I still have 'nen date," it messes up and ripped a second time by Joko rid of the ever - but really always! - On physical contact was when he recorded a victory. He would have come slowly find out that in these situations no Klaas - but actually no! - Felt like it.

"Pfff! Yes, sure. I'll tell you now me, what hast for 'nen date you still! "

" Me! "

" You help me now for the first time nice to get this disgusting mush here from my face. Go! Otherwise it is what, my dear! And while off-camera! "

" Ow! Now let it be times, man! "Klaas fought for the third time against the hand of his colleagues, who had now chosen his neck as a working surface and bravely placed Klaas forced toward the door.

"The son runs and itches already totally! Where did you get the recipe actually restore, you little pervert "railed Joko down the aisle and got the reply with which he had already expected:
"? Internet Shake That! And now let go, hey! "With a faltering step forward Klaas withdrew from the neck grip and rubbed selfsame be damaged, while a dirty look over his shoulder and hurled in the direction of Joko. The ridiculous feathers made this harder than I thought.

Joko lost his hand just a waste "Shake That web. Where else? ". Then he thought of the unwelcome grin on Klaas' face. It was incentive enough, also a step to go faster and this time not only auszuholen, but also to strike.

"Ouch!"

"Behave yourself. Then I need not resort to such measures. "Joko's statement came easy but understandable, therefore, prompting grumbling Klaas.
"A few, anyway."

"no less." Destructive Joko pushed the door to the bathroom on himself and cared not that great around the breakaway protest.

"Five-free, whenever you want. There was nothing settled! "

" Whatever. "Furthermore, Joko untangiert plucked some paper towels from the dispenser and wiped it on his face. That it had twinge, you saw him here more than clear.
"But I've earned 50 free, you bum. Tar and feathers. How to get only in so 'nen shit? "

As Joko would have had the quality that much better and sophisticated Joker ...!
Klaas leaned at a safe distance from the wall and shrugged his shoulders a bit inconsistent. He probably would have at least grinned when the moment would have allowed it. But his day's work related to spanking was long ago full.

The towels wandered into the dustbin. Joko tried his luck with water and soap and plenty of rubbing. The springs circumvented. Only the tough, brown film gave him trouble.

unconsciously shifted the audience of the spectacle of his weight on the hind forefoot. The arms held Klaas entangled while Joko watched passively without actually seeing him. It was more of a stare in his eyes not focusing the first name and his look accordingly Nothing lost in thought. Somewhere here between tiles and cool walls and no natural light. With Joko.

"Hello! Earth dreamer: help "with the words got Klaas two crumpled, wet towels against the left arm raw. The terror of him, even for Joko palpable cringe and tear after cursing the towels themselves. While still stumped about his feeling of boorish terror he evict a brief shake of the head-tested, he turned to Joko.

This was in just the second of the tap. His face was at 40 percent off make-up and flushed. Now no longer primarily from the inserted slaps, but whether the aggressive action against the "tar . In
Joko's eyes met Klaas something, perhaps a challenge that wanted him to say he was not a nurse with 31 and Joko must surely be able to wash themselves. But apart from a soundless, hidden Swallow, turned things Klaas nothing. His colleague had now not sour enough to make you feel sorry for the Teeridee much. The moment caused simply ensure that Klaas felt strange.

The cloths just above the pelvis wring, devoted to a problem without knowing the first really, really like. Joko did not move, even as they laid a hand on his chin. Just to win more power for wiping. It was a question of resistance, stability. So far Klaas' considerations.
His hand with the towels did not arrive at Joko's cheek. But that just caused by you overheard in the air. Not emphatically. Only with good intention:

"If you really have gone ,..."

while ago, when she had met with the team, there would Joko Klaas can theoretically ask what he wants to do. But he had not done, although he had seen exactly that Klaas had brought the jacket. That said, the language to have to get changed by any time. The language of deadlines and of a life that demanded more filling. She gave him both. Meanwhile, on a larger scale than ever. MTV Home was just one, albeit extremely important component. The word career in recent years range moves inexorably louder to them.

And then suddenly it was just strange. Strange, when such a small moment like the present successfully smuggled into the great spectacle. A moment that was so quiet that they even the drop of water slid off the cock, heard bouncing in the pool. A moment that reminded them once more time to have had for each other.
A moment Joko's hand was nothing to absorption. One of those moments where Klaas' views could not contain himself, and far too much telling, because otherwise he would no more appropriate occasion received.

shaking his head slightly, remained silent and Klaas broke contact with the intimate exchange of glances. Joko's appearance seemed as if to ask where his friend had in mind. The older man is saved, however, and go instead to his own thoughts when he's not grimacing because Klaas removed the last remnants of the home-made tar with the fingers. Towel and soap were pushed to their limits. The minutes of which were usually so much emphasis placed trickled, uneventful past them. Klaas she could not appreciate, but eventually he was done and realized it in that Joko him holding out a fresh cloth on which he could wipe his fingers.
Klaas it was ultimately in both hands, without even doing anything else.

"You have to go "

Whether it Yes or No answer should -. or even something completely different - was invalid. Klaas did not even have the chance to look up voluntarily. The gesture with which he pushed a hand Joko's chin to make it equal to kiss it occurred to him before.

The touch was to interrupt good that they could easily say that Joko was right. For he had looked sober. Life called, and the clock is ticking, somewhere.
Not here.
Ten minutes later you would forgive Klaas, otherwise he was almost always on time. And maybe he made it even in time. His life felt better, at least in full, with his lips as he again visited Joko's mouth and the warning Clock not even heard.



UPDATE:

This soil, this flat, level ground, feels wrong, as his condition slowly seeps into their consciousness.
saturated with smiles and dynamic steps towards the exit, return their sense of gravity and can be implemented Palina to have missed the skating. Not for nothing that she has much longer for this rotation used as originally calculated. She could not stop. Their Feet long for the board, not the land they accept only grudgingly.

But the board was only on loan, they may not retain so. The same goes for the rest of your gear. Somewhere in her sighs slightly heavy heart, as she has to get things out of his hand and then by her two colleagues who have accompanied the rotation adopted.

"Were great," she waves to the cameraman to leave and they must be thrilled to laugh. Because yes, they can skate. Accordingly, it was easy for them, today's " 99 things every man should have done in his life " to get it over with.

a last look in the Hall throwing their zipper pulls Palina higher. Out there they expected Berlin. The Berlin, which became over winter at a brazen beast, without hesitation, which hands out harsh winds and is only happy when all the inhabitants carry with sniveling nose and hoarse voices in the streets.
you but feels just too good to be sick. ran through her veins, being duly adrenaline, interspersed with satisfaction against a weakened immune system. With a violent surge pushes Palina the door and marched them straight. Knowing that they will soon look now and then. Dancing is good exercise is good, but skating is just different good. Not fade away as you witness this unending grin.

Suddenly there are hands, her world is dark and her body shudders like a startled rabbit. burst in her head energy spheres and propel her heartbeat in unhealthy levels. Her voice gives the situation a scream, just at the moment they feel the foreign body behind. A

not really all too foreign body, they believe ...!

Like lightning fast their hands up to her face, touch, feel, evaluate, recognize and combine. Let Palina clearly audible wheezing:
"Man! This is not funny! "She wants sound angry, they really tried. Nevertheless, she heard the laughter behind him, which is so loud that it can cut through the gray snow clouds easily. By the horror in Palinas differs, however, face increased pallor a rosy complexion.

"No?" It whispered in his ear played her indignation, and her hands are still quiet on the other pair.

your slides a smile from the soul: "No, I could beat you unconscious," he laughs


again, but he really knows their otherwise excellent reflexes. With them, his action has been courageous. No, actually she was just stupid. This makes the current situation but no less beautiful for Palina.

"Oh! Then you had me but must also maintain healthy again. I see you have right in front of me, as my sexy nurse ... "He unabashedly enjoys what is not happening - any pain that would have gone hand in hand to advance, studiously ignoring. Cold wind blows to the Palina know is not true it does right, because his imagination is just about jumping on them, they smile can hide and still hold on to their defiance. Only the good education due. To the associated "Forget it," she comes around, of course not.

re-enters his warm smile in her ear traverses their ear canal and clutter their minds. At the same time he takes his hands benevolently from their eyes so they can turn around slowly in his embrace and ultimately is there. Once she has no paragraphs in the feet, it comes in his presence before uncharacteristically small. But it fits already so assured her feelings to her. Everything is all right ...

Palina housed in a reflex that drives her on her toes and hands can be supported on his chest so she can steal him a kiss. His mouth tastes like winter air and unmistakably after him.
"Why are you really there yet?" She says. takes "I thought you fly tomorrow back?"

The wind before a sharp turn and Joko anyway due to the weather disheveled hair blowing from side to side. His brown eyes conspiratorially, as he raises his eyebrows suggestively:
"Do you really, would that I did, what you have provided in it to miss, just like that? Nene, I even wanted to see live! "

" Oh, now, but tell no shit ...!" With the palm of his hand once flattered Palina beats on his chest, her fingers are likely to remain there. She wants to reach into the box and irony Joko complain that he never, ever the only reason here. But has the knowledge that he's probably secretly dates yet so skillfully coordinated that he could see in there all the time in secret, they can fall silent blushes. He did not lie. And he has no cause.

"Is' no shit," he mumbles from above, although it is virtually impossible believes her, his voice caressing her cheek. Joko's embrace, meanwhile, does what she does best: pushing Palina even closer to him and they leave happy mumble something back:
. Tibjá Ljublju Yes "(1)

ground under the feet of her in his presence is utterly foreign.


1) I was not hit, if the translation is guessed wrong.

Softball Jerseys Simulator

Joko & Klaas & Palina & Jan

My Photoshop works currently / still only halfway, but I've made my first deal so again when I have my new GT. Unfavourable working conditions encourage me only unnecessary to - and we do not want all xD

Until then, there's only a couple of cheap (and some already known), icons:

Joko & Klaas:

01) 02 ) 03)
04) 05) 06)
07) 08) 09)

(I am somehow not clever images, edit the likes of me, let oo ')


Palina:

01) 02) 03)
04) 05) 06)

Jan & Klaas:

01) 02) 03)
04) 05) 06)
07)

Wishing Well Sayings For Baby Shower

first time...

Hy everyone! I just set up my live journal and see what comes out there now!

Stay Clean ....

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Joko & Klaas - Round VI

Update # 2: What a coincidence, on this day a brief (and not quite fitting in here) story.
Starring: Klaas & Reen



He's gone and the room empty, suddenly appearing unusually large, white room, where Klaas quietly sneaks by on his way from the very first closed door to the kitchen. More specifically, it must also not bear to look, greets the silence too loud.

Klaas could watch TV or work or go to the Internet or, alternatively, to make friends. He does everything, sometimes simultaneously. And when you get up thinking that it is quiet. And thinking on going to sleep that it would be quiet when he would not fall asleep to the voices of the timed TV.

There are SMS and e-mails and phone calls and MySpace messages between them, and each time must listen Klaas, his best friend that day lives.

The room in which René has not lived until recently, is still empty and has the motivation to have little incentive to do something about it. Reen is perhaps even tomorrow is established that the duration of the train ticket was a hell of a crappy idea and come back home. Klaas would not want to admit it, but secretly hope this is still in it. It may well be buried - because honestly, they are grown men and therefore quite capable of getting along without each other - but it is not entirely dead. No matter how hard may be the winter. It does not freeze so easily. Klaas unknowingly pays for far too eager to keep them warm to hold.

is the silence, by the way, the best argument for Klaas, in order to decide that it is good and long overdue to have a flat. No longer having to share and to always have a room available. Only in the event of cases, of course.

The mail arriving regularly and not for Klaas, he collects. Reen will come soon. Until then, everything is neatly removed; important things to be read on the phone and sent as required by electronic means. There is also no reason to change anything in the procedure. Everything is still just a matter of time. A year (and maybe it is anyway not a whole year last, Klaas still thinks is secretly) in a flash over. Then everything is as it used to be. Then it is back: the common life with Reen.

And so the time flies, tears the weeks to string together by one day with them until one turns up this painful moments when she stops suddenly and throws the silence an enormous shadow over Klaas. He is cold and he do not know whether the hopes will survive the frost in it.

In that very moment unexpectedly arrives a card addressed to Klaas.
addition to his home address for the mail just a huge smiley face in the text box. The motif can Klaas like to Button grin, high fly up the steps to his apartment and arrived there, pinning the postcard in his bedroom on the wall. The day is okay again, although far too few hours of sun and too gray sky.

One card does not remain alone for long hanging on the wall, but gets at irregular intervals society. Sometimes with, sometimes without text. In most cases, but without profound meaning, but rather with the comment that the coffee is here at the station so much that could be purely put a spoon, or that the people where René was asleep last night, so high was that giving them even the clothes could steal from his body without it's would have noticed.

trivial things just to make you happy Klaas.
He is happy: every time he can hang another postcard to his wall.

Then it arrived: a card announcing Reens visit. Back to Berlin! Put the beer cold and make sure that there is indeed something decent to eat (and cook it yourself, except something I have taught you. Everything else is too dangerous!).

Klaas makes in the air and counting the days. Ask for the time, to his friend at the train station to pick up. Again and again and again. Just in case something unexpected should have changed to René's plans. Sims at delay immediately, or better yet, call! Although phone calls constantly to end, they chat and chat, because a) Klaas is an inveterate chatterbox (and Reen also do its part in contributing) and b) everything they have otherwise discussed face to face, have to pack in a telephone call .

When the day of days then finally got to him and Klaas is well-known phenomenon of Reen locates at the station, they are expressed at the welcome embrace each other off the air.

recalls in the apartment solely an empty room on the fact that not everything is as it used to anyway. It might very well or ...?
The tempting bites of hope of towards the evening, after beer and pizza, in Klaas' brain and overwhelmed him. Makes him completely out of context a "Do you really on?" Ask nothing in common with all the supporting words that he will lose more than Reens tour.

René - the ceiling that he wants to lie down just for the temporary camp on the couch, holding fast - frozen.

take it roughly three seconds, in which Klaas rises, what he has done. What he has said. That his heart is stabbed in the back.
But a year is such a damn long time when you share it with the desire has to ...

self about with his hand Mund und dann das Kinn hinunter streichend, würde Klaas trotzdem gern die Frage zurück zwischen seine Lippen schieben. Ein Schloss an seinem Mund anbringen und alles gut verriegeln, damit ihm nicht noch mal etwas Unliebsames entkommt.

René lächelt schwach und sucht erfolglos Klaas’ Blick, den jener diszipliniert gesenkt hält.
„Sicher, ich mein, das Jahr ist doch schon fast rum“, lautet die Lüge, mit der er sie beide oberflächlich tröstet.

Klaas’ Antwort ist ein Nicken sowie ein Prachtexemplar von falschem Lächeln.

Renés Antwort wartet in Zukunft beinahe täglich im Briefkasten auf Klaas: noch viel mehr Postkarten.



Update: I am referring rather a Scaffolding . Who's reading knows why. But after a week with me not to get more, I fear x_x



"Okay ... I do it not '"

" What? "Because he has not the slightest idea what Klaas says he will stop. In the middle of the corridor, with the iPhone in one hand and the ice-cooled 0.2 L bottle of Coke in the other. Heat on the skin, heat in the hallway, heat in and outside the building. It's July and the summer playing his trump card.

Klaas throws him a rare unfortunate view.

Joko raises an eyebrow.

Klaas begins to knead his fingers. His face sets in a blush.

Joko's forehead forms inquiring wrinkles.
"What do not you?" He still has no idea. And pushes "Oh man!" Klaas an almost tearful from, is on the hands and kneading goes ahead woebegone look like in her office. Joko follows him and the answer, he closes the door with a slight kick.

accompanied acoustically by a squeak, Klaas can be difficult on his chair and constantly at his desk.
"Well ..." He It gets not even spoken. The mere idea of it laced the air.

Joko suspects may also pursue and how to do nothing with the heat-to-do lurches redden Klaas' cheeks and climb along its ears.

"Tell me." Encouragingly, as it prepares a somewhat worried, leans Joko directly to the desktop. In the gray area that is shot through with Klaas' blankly before this in the mission to burn a hole in the table fails.
"What happened?" Encouraged to submit to the cell phone next to her unconscious.

The arms in front of the upper body entanglement, it is then angeblinzelt even for a millisecond.
"That with the skydiving. This is shit '. I do not, "says Klaas then ticked off mood and grazed will.

begins in Joko's brain is ticking: The
by parachute jumping ...
That sucks ... This does not
Klaas ...
Aha.
talking here of a parachute jump, which was now defined in the editorial meeting for the next part of the A-team training? Talking here of a parachute jump, to which Joko is looking forward like a daredevil dog? They really talk and really from a parachute jump, which can hardly expect Joko?

The hand raising, simulated the older an ear cleaning.
"Sorry, I think I hear bad. You said not skydiving ? Like skydiving, what we have in two days before us and what flashed the sexiest, which is really All hottest thing could do we ever? "

This time Klaas' look like a defense drawn sword, and makes more than clear that Joko hit directly on target. Despite tinnitus so no hearing defect. That's good, actually. But in this case, rather badly.

"Come on, you kidding me, but now!", Spewing out a barrage of understanding of Joko.

Klaas leaves the left foot tilt to one side and bobs so minimal. His mouth works festbetoniert, not smiling and not smiling does not, as he shakes his head.

"Klaas, I'll tell you, this will be the O-ber-knaller . The! "

" Is too high for me! Why can not we let it be simple or "Klaas is looking for a solution, but is not adequate," or we let's make or Palina, ah, no idea. "

He will not.
Joko it goes with every second that piles up in this very moment between them and the continued blocking Klaas sits on his chair. Persevering wegstarrt and recalls the nervousness of his body.

It's no joke. The shut-Cola, breathed an audible Joko and raises his right hand to massage the forehead and eyebrows once. How come he can look forward to something like a parachute jump and Klaas so it puts such a huge shock that this has to get open meeting of the reaction does not shut up! This creates something, it requires a lot ... Klaas says otherwise out always free, if something does not fit into that stuff. Joko and would not come in a dream that his enormous face of such a problem with the goods.

"We said, let's do," remembered the younger careful of is immediately transferred to the lower lip biting.

"There might also like to do alone."

"This is not the intention."

Klaas' judging by facial expression, it is of much matter whether that sense is the thing or not. Of course, Joko might ask, what are his friend is afraid, but he does not. He may suspect. Klaas sees it all just very pragmatic: it is a parachute jump. The parachute would not open. The consequence of this is logical.

Joko lifts one foot and caught him around the chair leg. Just to Klaas and chair a little closer to the approach to take. So far, until you take him by the arms and it can draw on their feet, close up to you until it is just about one. Between them, the room falling sun shimmers applied for the area around like a dragonfly's overblown.

"It is not the point that we are going to kill us," murmured Klaas finally to his defense and is kind enough to estimate a brief with the look.
Joko can not help but then driving down the forehead against his friend. At the same time his hands slide slowly down Klaas' forearms until they reach the hands and embrace it cheerfully. The proximity makes the summer heat bearable equal to length.

"None dies here. This is great, just believe me. I mean, seriously, if that were so dangerous, would not every day that I know how many people can jump. And hey, I am yours here. You'll jump, then, open your parachute and then you come back safe and sound on the ground. "Everything is so much lighter than air, as it says Joko. Helium hello. But sometimes just goes a bulging helium balloon will not get Klaas apart. That is why he blinks now fast and adapts his speaking rate on it:
"My parachute one thing, your different."

is given Joko beaten five seconds of anything. It could be because that is their attention at this time does not separate from each other and he can look very deep. So it is easy to make an imaginary step and to enable Klaas inside.

Why did I fear?
And why have you not afraid, neither you or me to?

Would he think about all this, Joko had this biting questions also guarantees 24 hours a day as blood-sucking parasites sitting in the neck. He does not, however, it is painful to him. The confidence he is always a more pleasant society. Even in the heat, even face to face with these doubts. Joko do not like to see longer, no longer in Klaas' head . Know So he changed his stance slightly and kisses his friend. It's simple, but effective. More effective than any assertion that nothing will happen. His lips melt an untouchable, everything is good 'into the other pair of lips, while it rough entangled in a deep kiss.
The questions are transparent and thus gradually disappear; Joko extra wait from the moment when Klaas fall 'eyelids. Just to make sure to read the time being there any more.

There is enough helium to float.


In two days Klaas make his fear to the central point of the parachute-jump approach to Joko him with a single set of the show steals.




A little drama, dedicated freaky_nea . You already know why.
Warning: first-person view with sometimes nasty thoughts




"Tell me, do you have a photo of your little ones? I'm such a curious nose. "This is Ina Müller, who waited until the end of extra mission to get right back to pounce on Joko. Even with the prospect
that Joko could whip out his iPhone and baby photos show all the employees rush up to him and form a People gathered around him. Because it anyway mitkriegt not sow, I roll with irritated eyes and actually saving me the accompanying, burrow deep sigh. Is

containing the same shit as always ...!

"Yes, sure. Waiting, "says Joko with swollen chest with pride and jubilation immediately afterwards a joy beyond compare breaks loose from ecstatic sounds.

"This is just really cute!" Ina.

"Since he has just for once done something right the first time." Our manager.

"soll'n What do you mean?" Joko, pseudo-indignation, while laughing. You're such a lousy actor, Boy!

"Show her in the sun romper suit by Mila!" Our Tonassistentin.

Collegial "Awww."


From the impossible crowd (I can tell but no one can see that all of what you can;! So gigantic is' n Mobile will once again have not) even stands out the green and black dress from Miss Platnum, the next Marteria stands.

I've already seen enough baby pictures and stories is to me not have to give a game like this. Joko if one may believe that the baby could now 'ne biography abbern together, which is thicker than that of Dieter Bohlen.

With a half-audible adoption I steal me from the studio and I am offended because I have reaped no reply. As there's in it just yet Joko and the baby - and for weeks! Oh, what am I saying? Since months ! Is it only now that the baby is there, even more extreme than before. It goes really not a day where someone does not ask for the little one or Joko talks on its own not to tell all. I would suck so grateful if he would focus his and unobtrusive to the media, but whom he considers the private life under wraps so amazing. It's was not just a little request.

"Klaas", sounds my name behind me as I'm almost through the parking lot and arrive at my car. Because I probably 'ne hallucination have (I'm logged off, so why should I call someone, and why should he sound just like Joko? Shit Heufer circulation, you need to leave!), I seek in my jacket pocket for my car keys and find the slight drizzle out here really disgusting.

"Hey, now wait a minute!"

I have the door handle in his hand and would swear still, without any drugs and only because of too many emotions to listen to a lot of anger votes. If it were not actually Joko someone who is now standing directly next to me. So close that his shoulder comes easily to my. The touch makes me speechless because I am really pleased about that Joko here only because of me is .

".. whassup?"'s I manage for a sheer eternity, took part in the air, according to Joko, rauszuwürgen indeed something else. Apparently he's actually running. Not even he has his jacket on. For this inflates the plaid of his shirt with his lungs when you exhale again and falls to the ground.

I raff nothing and it's all me shit .

"Hey, why disappear you then again so quickly? "

My fingers wrap tightly around the handle painful.
"Because I am planning something?" I lie 1a, which Joko but immediately questioned.

"Every day? You have not even passed! "

" However, only no one has heard, "Can I go

now, Mom?
stubbornness I stare right through my window on the driver's seat.

Ina wanted to see photos ... "Joko it can sound like an excuse that I usually go out over.
"Hmm," I'm growling at the door. The exercise I put aside Joko best, to me with pure intention in the way. I can not enter again. His hand is suddenly on my upper arm and should never leave your and condemned to disappear again there!

"Klaas ... We both know that my decision has been really not 'easy. "

Oh, we know that?
"The Gumball I somehow thought you had 'ne other decision made," I reply tartly. As Joko has namely me, and hung on his ex!

"Well, this ..," Joko searches for words and will instead pampig, "Oh man, we were tired all the time and have every night too much drinking! Okay? And it is not 'as if you were I do not care! That was with us in earnest, "

" Yes, yes. "I somehow save me from his hand and let me slide on the driver's seat. But I can not close the door. Joko rejects her, staring at me intently.
"I know that this shit is over. I've said it a thousand times! "

's shit hits very well. As I read the beginning of the year that Joko a) again what with his ex and b) then become pregnant by him, my mascot wrestling was just right. I gave him belonging to polish the face. And I felt just a tiny bit sorry - if that!
Okay, we were perhaps not tightly, but we do not have anything. And Joko me hours of lectures held by because he did not know whether he again come together with his ex wants. Baby or not.

My bad, when I bought him that. I had a hunch there directly, where's lead is: happy family with Papa Joko.
now I would probably go nuts if I had not had from the start to a strange feeling, as he chooses ...

"Sorry, I got real hurry," I say, start the engine.

Joko sighs, in my opinion wrongly. He should be happy just as he does most of the time if we do not just have trouble. And that really is not that common (Note: no sarcasm!). The last thing I have that is fixed, are strange looks from colleagues. Accordingly, I behave discreetly at work.
That I just as I am ready to rush anything you nothing was simply the shortly before the weekend and just do away from all the mood. For me, no one can 'nen Strick turn.

"Are you coming for tomorrow or the day times over?"

The question disturbed me so much that I Joko again must look at. Here I note that he is sincere. I read it from the sincerity of the nose.
He knows I like children. And he knows really well what I wish with him ...

Heavy as lead my gaze slips back down from him, as I secretly on the lip biting and head shaking in the negative.
"I'm not 'there. I fly away. "

" What? You fly away? You did not tell. Where? Hatch "The questions to me unbidden into the car and sit on my lap. I do not have room to move, auszuparken backward.

"After Cologne. "

" Ah ... "Joko nods slowly, and one on making understanding. Between us, the drizzle of a year atomized in the parking lot. "Maybe next week then?"
He seems still to be extremely important that I am learning its little personally. I wonder why, and what he wants to achieve by that? I can also so much to think carefully about the effect the sight of him engaged with her on the arm on me. Then I want to join will simply close the Little as fast as before into the heart Joko.

"Maybe," I hear myself say stupidly , although I should be mad that I'm not even become godfather, even if I do not want to be the .

"Okay. Register, if you landed good, yes? "

I do not want away from him, he understood this was not really? I just want to start driving more and book me the fucking ticket! The fact I have not even! In addition, my stomach has just turned 180 degrees and I get, for the feel, are in bold gastrointestinal infection, which is not better the longer I look at Joko. My eyes flicker.

Heaven knows where Joko reserves the right to bow to me in the car down and let me kiss on the cheek. My Reactions may be slower but I turn my head away. Too late to mean it seriously.

never again work colleagues. I've learned so now at least.

Joko close my car door and watched as I like driving and leaving a parking space. When I secretly lens in the rear view mirror, I see him-bye to me and get something, I can not possibly understand acoustically, but that as "I'm happy when you're back!" Sounds .

alibi standard driving I get off the ground and searched me a couple of streets further parking in a driveway. I trust that, just for once not a cop comes by and at the Time and no one wants through the entrance. And if they do, I do halt 'nen revolt over and let me put away WE away I just sit.

fears How do I get on the evening flight no more. Not until the next morning at 06:45 clock from Tegel. And it cost me eating measly 268 and 62 cents. Although I am not
Croesus, but I'm desperate but I love book the damn flight anyway. Better January rip my head off because he pick me up at the crack of dawn at the airport must be as happy that I Joko family visit. I'm not ready to love his baby.

Car Alarm Remotes In Queens

Joko & Klaas - Round V - the Starbucks Trilogy!

What kid. Complete now. And longer than originally expected xD
Note: I've got the brand bitch can hang out ...
Note # 1: I'd been last week's may have done, but was too lazy to the last section.
Note # 2: Anyone who has seen at 02:07:10 Home knows what January is meant xD



Everything starts with you - walk into your office after the show - a pile of dirty laundry under his arm.

Everything begins with Joko unexpectedly sits there.

Everything started when you fell in love long ago in this man.

* * *

The hand still on the jack, giving you the feeling of the moment, the summer actively working on new record high temperatures. Despite the cool water that you just felt on the skin, you start to sweat, as Joko smiles at you. Deep-seated in the chair, legs stretched out in one hand and his iPhone, the other in a transparent cup of Starbucks. Apparently he used the time in which you have freed yourself of the cake, in order to do something good: in the cup is a huge amount of ice unevenly interspersed with coffee and milk. Condensation clings to the outside of the plastic drop in slow motion run down.

"You're still here?" Can you just wonder at the sight, because you do not understand it right. The show is over, you have leisure time. That you are still there, is clear. You were allowed two delicious black forest cherry cake of Kopenrath & Wiese remove from your body. But that Joko is still there, is a mystery for you dar.

That sips his drink and then allowed to incidentally gives an approving sound, he sets off.
"Yes, you've also brought something," he indicated to the desktop. Caramel Frappuccino notify your eyes.

Actually, you've already had enough for cream. Still you walk with a bewildered "Cool, thanks" up to the desk. Thee is too warm as that you could turn down a cold drink. During the day temperatures around 30 ° C you need not actually have an additional heat source such as Joko, but rather a slowdown as the Frappuccino. But you can not simply usher in summer, just because your targeted temperature sensitivity according to one of your colleagues.

you a quick swapping the laundry pile to the Frappuccino, lean it up easily to the edge of the table and look to behave in how Joko typing something into his phone. A default situation, the man is not without a cell phone. To you it is almost - but only almost - no matter who or what is important at this moment is as du ..

"Why do you feel about not told me about?" Raises unanswerable now Joko's views and catches fire directly into your skin, you go through the flesh like a knife through soft butter.

You have no idea what he thinks and give him a facial expression that exactly matches the expression.
"What?" To prevent a heat shock take you two very large gulps. Caramel flavor, cream flavor, nuances and cold milk then hold a taste explosion in your mouth.

Joko grins, as bold as a daring cat.
"You and Jan." Suddenly you hear

to drink, will miss to swallow even for an estimated three seconds. Instead, you stare without blinking before you routed the head but definitely defensive shake.
"Friends Only" to squeeze you hard between the teeth and going through crimson.

Joko's grin turns into a bright smile.
"Total caught!"

Not at all caught! You can only
nothing against the animated blood circulation do in your cheeks, because the matter is quite different, thinks as Joko. Weil added, Jan, an option is / was, and her both know and are not saints, but you never really seen a sensible perspective on the matter between you have. In the past maybe, but definitely not today.

your perspective just laughed with shining eyes and is much too happy for your taste.
"Come on, I'm happy for you."

He should not rejoice but, damn! There is no reason to rejoice.
Unnoticed twine tightly around your finger the cool plastic cups, as you try to shake off the blush and weitertrinkst stubborn. Without going into Joko's enthusiasm or curiosity or looks.

Through the ajar window, a breeze creeps into the room and is about as full of motion as a 80-year-old with arthritis. It's too hot to think, and you want to go to Home.

"but you go along to the public viewing and looks up to you how our guys Argentina sweep from the square, right?" The judge has to pitch, Joko slowed down a gear. He knows that you're on more men. It was unwise, it is more or less to confess, 'but it happened and since then every now and then you find yourself in situations like this again. Joko tried too often to put his curious nose into your (only partially existent) love life.

"Yes", you acknowledge now without fanfare and suck slowly Caramel Frappuccino into you. Very briefly, you look even Joko across, his hand with the iPhone lame hanging over the chair.
That you will look at you with Jan the Germany-Argentina game, he has also noticed only by chance, as Jan has said goodbye to you today. He is not so unattractive, so it really is not. And you also understand better than me, but ... it is not just Joko. And this relationship box that Jan and you have tried entertaining wanted, not like you both wanted it. Therefore, you are just gone back a step and have both realized that it works so much better with you.

"But?" Joko drilled penetrating.

"No but" mean you immediately get a shrug and a stretched sighs given. Joko's forehead to have some suspicious folds formed while he studied up bluntly and you want to tip him for it at your favorite Frappuccino on the head. Summer is sufficient for you, you do not have a private sauna.

"I think, however, who is also on you."

you set up the Frappuccino, which is called for here, too? Actually, you just want to ask this, but are not fast enough.

"I mean, who you with kisses left and right, welcomes, though he is not a member of Monrose or so ..."

"So what? but can any "hissing you grumpy in front of you because this whole Do not want to lead and revolve as a sign of your lack of interest the cup.

"Nope. With me you're always running. "

This could be because you do not want that you all read off from the tip of the nose, triggering the touch in you ...

against your express wishes of your field of view moves back over to Joko, the partly neutral over looks, partly expectantly to you. What you should do or say, do? Actually, you thought he would have understood long ago that you stand on it, but either you are not clear / stupid enough or Joko's just absolutely not sensitive to it ...

your looks you still, even though you never test intends to produce a great lasting eye contact between you. It makes you nervous, too nervous.

"You're doing well everything is always so exaggerated embarrassing age," you suddenly popped a reproach from the tongue and lands like a dead fish on the floor between you. Joko turns up her nose as the stench unfortunate animal whether an advanced state of decay already hellish.
"Ahja," he stretched, and nods besiegelnd. If so ...

hovers The last remark unsaid between you. If it just happens that you have a simple smacker on the cheek is too embarrassing ...

Still further drinking, you're after an estimated eternity finally able to look away and ask yourself if Joko is now even kiss ever again. After just you doubt it, but you hate it now even if he is leaving you to focus with such a simple gesture under his feet. Especially if you'll be able to work for beaten three minutes only once forgotten. Private is that the case is another matter, but since it happens less frequently. Although ...

your Gumball these have made something of which you originally did not like it you should survive unscathed. Joko non-stop - you have expected that he up on it will appeal. At one point he just ask straight out, whether you want something from him.
And you had then, probably because it was evening, and you have been drinking well, simply said yes and then thrown up from the hotel window. Joko because - surprise, surprise! - Simply does not provide a nice fellow in you.

"I think in any case, it fits together well."

The words are like a rotting piece of art, which you can handle. This one gives you that you look strange and you know no other use than as a paperweight. You do not want anything more from Jan. nothing solid at least, the rest is okay ...

"Oh great, we have the blessing of Mr. Winterscheidt! "you mock with pretended kindness and impales Joko at the same time with the look. If you wanted to be together with Jan, then it would just give a damn what Joko thinks. This patronizing fuss he can save so if he is otherwise too hollow to understand!

"Man, that thing is just that I thought I'll tell you stop, that I am happy for you glad that it worked with you at last!" The Zornesfunke has jumped to Joko and it does not hold a moment longer place.

"Finally worked out?" Joko Why suddenly so sour?

"Yes, Jan is about not because of, behind which you have been 'half an eternity? "

Joko entire verschlägt present to you the voice. In your throat swells to a no, because, well, are you really in love but has a damn good time with someone and this someone but not Jan, but Joko! Why exactly draws the wrong conclusion a completely, you may not explaining yourself. Perhaps that was what Joko got to see of you today, just too familiar ...

your silence as confirmation of interpretive, Joko comes from a small shrug. A gestural "Well, look!" With which he turns to go.

your ice cold fingers had become home to no more feeling while looking at your wide-eyed an escape route.
You can not say Yes, and you can not say no. You bring out any sound, because you still knocks down that Joko clearly has more noted as well that you are in my thoughts with someone.

Why only has he never said what? On the other hand, would you have wanted?

"See you next week," said Joko, and is already on the way to door.

"Wait!"

fact, he stopped as if struck by lightning and turns around halfway. Staring at you through this terrible summer air through which your lungs threaten to clog. If you were not incapacitated, would you begin to tremble. Instead
seeps slowly into your consciousness that you were the one who gave the call from him. The Joko asked to wait. No one is different here. There is only him and you.

And he waits. You. On what you already want him to say too long and so incredibly hot is that you do not dare to take by mouth.
You'll burn up. Therefore you to squeeze and shake their heads only, however, is your mouth and you once again raises the mechanically scanned Starbucks cup in his hand.
"Thanks again, your voice is analyzed with a sound foreign to you one of the remaining, acceptable alternatives out.

As Joko perceives this thank you is for you not to identify. He stares up

estimated five seconds to continue, so long as he was blind in yourself and try to touch something that he does not know what it is. But you hide it too well.
He will not find it, finally nodding and giving you a kindhearted "Nothing" there.

* * *

You did not know that Joko has a new girlfriend. He has not mentioned at all, but despite the heat you freeze the blood in his veins, than you for your sporadic internet round visit his Facebook profile and read that he has seen with her the football game. You're not even mind looking forward to a position up in any way for him.

If only all for you would have taken a different beginning.

If you can give the whole thing just a different ending would have ...




EDIT:

Berlin and the heat, have since found two. Every summer comes back to you the thought in your mind when you get up in the morning sweating wet shower, go and love spending the day at the pool like. Summer, in principle - be happy. But at a certain intensity of the heat it is to you too much, and even though you're one of those that complain about the heat with the last.

some point on Saturday when you're stupid enough to go online with the phone, did you catch it all, is also a sunstroke. Since then, your thoughts on Joko is reduced. Joko, who is awarded again. Not at you of course. Would be too nice ...

You were the only idiot who has quarreled too long and now in the middle of the afternoon sun as a heat-damaged Loser stand there. Internally, at least before you come to you so while Fanmengen to wander around you, yell, waving flags, here and there spill you shred the national anthem contrary.
It's a roller coaster with non-endorphin-ending loop.

Germany beats Argentina, even devastating.
How are you just passing elsewhere, even though you mitjubelst at each gate. Jan's arm over your shoulder, your arm over his shoulder. People, summer, success frenzy of emotions boiled. On Wednesday, Germany will contest the semi-final against Spain. Sure you win, whatever else

"Do you really?" Asked Jan up like you have not all cups in the cupboard, and you have to act together. Consider whether you spray something here to patch a lot of confidence.
Tust du January
not even wait for your answer.
"Is what?" He wants to know instead of you get only a shrug paid defensive end, where your attention over jumps automatically to your phone.

like you want to keep the bad news for you, although Jan has understood for a long time, how you feel about Joko. Now he is studying up shortly before he give you a hand on his shoulder and sets with a simple "I'll get us' n Beer" adopted. Gives you time when you consider you if you say something to him or not.

him you have nothing to say. Not even when the Fanmassen extend their welcome shade you in the a nice place that you sought and served in a consensual silence your beer. It runs you refreshingly down the throat, but reminds you instinctively to the Caramel Frappuccino. In
thought you wave a wet cup, the bottom of one finger is covered up. Analytically your eyes floating on the drink, the kondensnassen plastic.

"Joko has brought me something from Starbucks," you speak of sheepishly, which forces itself vigorously against your mind. Even without looking, you know that Jan raises an eyebrow and tense wait for more. For now, you
kippst but purely in the last of the beer up and visierst standing a few meters away Garbage can. Plastic cups, McDonalds bags, beaten butts and other garbage have dried up so unevenly assembled. The sun is burning her outline into the asphalt. Your cup hits the edge, with the plastic on crying. Even when the cup hits the ground shortly thereafter, rather than as intended to land in the trash.

"Schwa ~ oh!"

"Do it only once more, old man!", Muffle and you forget that Jan would not be challenged twice. Empties, raises, and even meets.

"So made better. So what is going now with Joko? ", You will steadily and demand with winning smile. Normally hates you do if someone comes Sun But to you it is tiresome, still too angry to be a friend or yourself to get drunk on. The weather has you under control and if you drink two beers or more, then you have to be carried home. Because head blown and mind shut down.

"Nothing," you will stay initially reticent and pluck out a few blades of grass unfortunate that it had been in her life anyway not easy, as they were now trampled by many feet.
"You and I think he."

"Me and You" sounds not a bit surprised in January. "And so he brought you something from Starbucks?"

You have to grin tortured.
"He's happy just for us."

"turn bit late, the good guy," says Jan, because past is over and for him is the same in order as for you. On his thoughtful "Hmm," you realize that but at least he understands your problem.

You shake the irony of events decent head and you simply get in front of infinitely stupid. Sitting here, not drunk enough to leave the brooding and, in return cursed with an enormous pressure in the chest, telling you: you want out of all burst. Emotional vomiting. But please, only if your blood has reached the necessary blood alcohol content. Otherwise you endure that is not up himself.

"Another beer?" Offers you Jan in just at the moment and you'll see even more great to have a good friend to the side. Blink despite Sunglasses with pinched lips to heaven and you save all the responses. Only to stand and stretch out your hand against in January to stand up.

* * *

pushes you back to the pent-up throughout the day, hot air from your house into the open when you slide open the balcony door. Beer in hand, sweat on the forehead, Eve. January behind you with two pizza boxes, because the whole thing has been public viewing hungrier than you initially dachtet.
between pizza and beer, talking and laughing her, mainly about your job. On projects and stuff that you would just like to say and what the money is missing, which residents are so general can imagine not so. For who is on television that deserves good - says at least the common spectator.

You play with your unambitious as good as empty beer bottle, as is gradually joined by the silence to you. An evening breeze flits by in the shadow of dusk and Jan pushes his last piece of pizza in between the teeth. Chews, swallows, drink and looks at you.
"Why Starbucks? "

" What? Oh, no idea. "You shrug. "This is Joko, the need to understand not '."
to understand what's great and not so. In addition, you admire yourself up just because you did it, on the registration of your pizza not a crust, even though you Joko last post heavy on Facebook still in the stomach.

"What he actually said when you told him that since nothing is between us?"

"That was not really involved with him," confess you, scratch your move in the neck and would like to turn back time . Perhaps it would be better been Joko that again informed in no uncertain terms. Only then you would have to dig out some way with the language, should instead take your heart in those who claim ...

"Um," Jan makes unseemly and dry, "that is bad. For you. "

" No, it does not matter anyway. He's got a new one. "Get it. You have so do not feel empathy or to excessive well-known "I'm sorry"-phrases. Because seriously, with such a situation, there is no "I'm sorry." Jan is anyway the last one would have to apologize for anything. If there is one person who would do that, then definitely Joko. A) for his stupidity, B) for his curiosity and C) for his Behind the house-hold of his new tables.

"Who?"

"What do I know? I do not care. "

" Yes, klaas is, uh, klaar. How did that from now can not ... "

your answer is a highly toxic and extremely hostile glance that thirsts for blood. In short, a proof that Jan is absolutely right. Most of all you would just leave and go back a fly your empty beer bottle with full force on Berlin. But probably will if and only hit someone and the party starts in earnest.

January saves, meanwhile, the "I'm sorry" thing and just looked very focused.
"He gave you so congratulations to our relationship and then you verklickert that he 'has ne New?"

"No, ah ...!" With reddened cheeks as you wave annoyed. You have not yet drunk enough to survive this conversation without prejudice. Therefore, you lower the gaze and begin to knibbeln with the fingers, the label of the bottle.
"He congratulated me and when I've's denied, he has made the total elevation. Because of, behind whom I otherwise would contact her and blah ... What should I then say big? "

" Well ... "Jan coughs. But his response proposal called 'truth' is really beyond the pale for you.

"Anyway, this got on with his new I just now read on Facebook."

"Just now? When we were at the game? "

nod is a great gesture, how do you up and its operation. Besides, more tricky on the label and nothing more to all this you add. Between evening heat and disappointment you're somewhere lost and can find no support.
Even as you're aware of this feeling you really, it creates in January, up to hug so that you do not sweat further. Loose, but stable. For the first time since you Joko Posting've read, relax your muscles. You can be the label to label and catch a breath when inhaled one that smells suspiciously like Jan's aftershave.
Your voice whispers somewhere to nowhere:
"Imagine, I's had told him and then he would with, I got a new 'come around the corner ..." You'd be dead. No ifs or buts, you'd just died.

silence is mixed again in your conversation and holds an approximately two-minute monologue. Then, Jan's turn again:
"If you ask me, so he looked pretty stupid . Both while we are in the program have maintained, as well as after. "

You have heard that Joko was nice. The fact that Joko bored. The fact that Joko grinned at this and that place. Something quite extraordinary in it so you is not noticed. Therefore, you just shrug their shoulders.
"Even if ..."

"And Facebook ... pff! Please! Since he can post any crap and laugh about it limp that instantly like hundreds of people and what else would write him a comment. Maybe he wanted to annoy someone or was only of some girls pissed or something containing ... "

" Stressed? Joko? from girls? "It chops well with Jan, but instead let themselves be swayed by you is spinning, just keep this to his adventurous theories.
"Yes, or by you and me, or what he thinks, what there is between you and me. Think about it: I'll be there with you just walk inside and he buckled right away that we consider ourselves pretty well. He's so over-interpreted even. "

" Why should he make up what? I mean, it gives no sense, unless he would be ... " jealous. And Joko is not jealous. As much as he is flirting on camera himself, he knows that the Business too. And let's face it: you have not flirted with January You always flirt with guests better than ever, the Joko knows well. That affect you and Jan, it was just balanced and appropriate. As you are given.

By Jan is an affirmative sound, where you crawl the redness on the tip of the nose and spread promiscuously on your face. You breathe and you can calm yourself trying to make any sense to all this chaos.
"But he has a girlfriend," you stick down your carefully burgeoning hopes. You want to put here that is no weekend option on something that is long off the market.

Say it but sometimes directly to his alleged girlfriend at. "

How do you find the tip just suboptimal ...
Unconsciously you forgiven the mouth - whether the proposal and whether the fact that Jan has set you free - and look to him to stand by it as he types something into his phone. What exactly can not you see, but to throw up the break you have no objections.

"Tomorrow would be 'ne really good opportunity," hums merrily your party after he has his phone back in your pocket to disappear.

"Since we are not." It's Sunday and you have no rotation or similar plan. Actually you should know that in January. However, it prevents him from imposing, to grin knowingly and still much to be groovy.

"Klaas, my dear friend ...!", elect Jan a beginning in which you immediately veer evil, especially as you again puts his arm around the shoulder. This time, though not subtle, but hearty. January draws you so suddenly approached that crashes your shoulder really against his arm, to be a snotty "Hey!" Lose and he sighs theatrically.
"Keywords: Internet security. Do you remember the fact that you gave me ages ago once your password for your private e-mail? "

you would say yes, if you're not'd be totally shocked ...!

"Good. As I just said, there is still the same. "Warning tone.
. And Joko is now 'a mail from you "terse tone, brand: all scratched

You suck so powerful an air as if you'll want to create a vacuum.
"You stupid bag!"

"You can thank me later!"

Who said the devil will you do ...! As if stung by a tarantula, you withdraw up Jan's arm - Jan laughs now by the way really nice dirty - and pick out your own cell phone, sprint to your e-mail and have a look in the Sent where you - as white as a wall - note:
Jan has not fucked up.
"you" have Joko uncertain whether he would meet tomorrow morning to meet with you. At Starbucks.




There are exactly six good reasons that speak against the all here.

First, it was Jan's idea. So you want to make your mate not that he had no good ideas, in and of itself because he has some. But this idea was definitely amiss.

For second, the meeting, Jan spontaneously threaded for you that you had no time to put you in the head with something clever to cope. Although you have tried all night doggedly, But something other than headache, unsightly bags under the eyes, insomnia and the need to put Joko are not got out there.

What are you already at the third reason which speaks against all this: you look like shit bleary-eyed, what the aggregated four hours of sleep are certainly not innocent.

The fatigue as an ice-cold Waterfront, have you committed the fourth reason to call off all the better here: Conditioner, against the dark circles. Yes, you have the stuff home. Yes, do you ever learned how to correct the bulk. Yes, it's totally ridiculous to make up for Joko. Yes, you still have done so discreetly as possible. Yes, you're just hopelessly in love just embarrassing.
Not that Joko you do not have completely missed out would get to see, but you do not want to be greeted with a "How you look like?" To where Joko establishes spontaneously only one equation: Klaas + Jan = sleepless night

designed this case, the equation more like the following: Klaas + threaded unexpected meeting with Joko, who has a new girlfriend = emergency alert
Weil, and that's already the fifth, Joko has only written back to you so late. Of course, you have until then like a zombie the entire evening staring at your phone, the unnaturally with your hand seemed to be fused, and waited. To an increase or cancellation.
Nothing came.

Only after about three hours, though you know full well that his phone never Joko - really, really never ! - As long as leaves out of sight. He left floundering up with pure intention! And then you just a cheap "Ok" served.
Just "Ok"!
euphoric No word on which Germany won against Argentina, no Rumgemoser about the early time of your meeting.
Because yes, it's early. Early in the morning. And this is the sixth damn reason why you think all that good for any idea. You are not an early riser, Joko is not an early riser, you are both tired and Jan, the dirt bag, sleeping now in all the Butt rest, while he has saddled you a date at which you have to clock in at nine Starbucks are. Nine Clock morning! On a Sunday. Because it is so in the morning "is still pleasant. Quote Jan.

You will sweat like a pig, either way. What interests you about it because it's still pleasant morning at nine clock? Right, shit interests you that! But since yesterday, your curses of Jan anyway parallel to the wait time to answer Joko have grown, it's your buddy probably gone somewhere else that you have nagging in a tour and cursed him viciously.

Simple knowledge of the evening: it is to be in love so complicated and depend on flypaper, because you think the guy is on the one would respond to a teeny-tiny not even an email.

knowledge of the morning: it's damn hard to overcome, for just this type that one has replied yet but then to go over.
Watch Your whispers you a hortatory 08:57 clock, but instead to set up the move, you'll be discreetly displayed in a side street, behind an advertising sign for a butcher shop. The pink cartoon pig on it there, carrying a blue and white checkered Schlabberlatz around his neck, a fork in his hand and grinning from ear to ear, is the only one here but also in high spirits. This stupid bitch!

you once driving through the hair, your face slipped off the edge of the half-way brought out in neutrality and falls into the abyss of nervousness. You can not stop watching Joko - for about ten minutes!

Why is he even so early there? You can not understand that simple! Punctuality is indeed known to be a virtue, but punctuality is not certain about Joko's virtue!

Even from here you prick its all-white sneakers in the eye. Joko is simply there, at the entrance to Starbucks, in its white sneakers, a short green pants, a white T-shirt of his label, his name on the front of each stacked on it, and a baseball cap on his head, his hair peeking out under the free-thinking. Some even falling over his forehead, the eyebrows and the eyes. In one hand, as usual, his iPhone, he looks at the time.

is now and then runs over a pedestrian, but due to the early hour, everyone seems preoccupied with themselves. Joko bounces discreetly on his feet, checked his iPhone again.

It is nine clock. The dawning

you gradually, as Joko longer than all the times before on his iPhone and looks as if rooted stands. It is really high time ...! If you were not so dull mood ... Nevertheless
take a deep breath and you go. In theory, you have nothing to do but with your colleagues for a coffee drink. In theory ...
No one forces you to talk about things that you do not want to talk. Jan can also not up to the necessary, although it has arranged the appointment. It is up to you alone, what are you talking about. You have the control. to know that you calmed down. Suddenly Joko

lifts his head and his gaze is up front. It is as if you were racing at top speed into a wall. Everything in you shaken, will by the force of crumpled, deformed, do you think even rebound. Your heart turns over, assign to the feeling in your stomach upside to all organs and your face gets warm. With fear, shame. Loss of control in the face of your feelings. How come you can

him wait?

"Sorry, the uh .. the train," you apologizing already fast before you Joko have ever met. "Has just stopped. We have since determined 'ne quarter of an hour rumgestanden just stupid and did nothing. I would have told you so know, but I thought I get by in time. "

While you're talking about and talking about, Joko only raises an eyebrow. Narrated by skepticism.
it until just shakes his head and takes out a small smile
"path dependent. If we know that. "

You create a copy of his embarrassed smile, as you are now staying in front of him.
hugging? Maybe? Please?
Your feelings will not miss the moment where there is a greeting for this kind of too late and it is therefore embarrassing. Perhaps realized Joko this because it opens the next second the arms for you.

It's not like his body against your usual suddenly feels fundamentally different about ... Not unpleasant, just kind of .. distanced ? Maybe the possibly not the right description. What is certain: You should not have to say, what have you said Friday. Joko that such gestures else is always exaggerated embarrassing ...
sheer bad conscience hardly dare to touch him, though it would you most like to wrap their arms around him, that your desire at last silent screams instead.

"I've only just afraid I would 'stand in front of maybe wrong Starbucks. But there's only one here on the street. "Pladdert The word chain past your ear. You nod understandingly attention to Joko's concerns. Jans Planning hello. When can really nothing can go wrong - at least as far as the meeting place. But lots of other things. Yet again you

zurücktrittst a step up from the short nose hurts, and Joko look at behavior, you notice that he does not look great after more sleep than you Only that did not you expect otherwise from him.

"too tired", you ask silly and really just to break up the mood. Your subconscious mind is doing its best to absorb the heady sensations that have flooded up to the embrace. But your palms are still wet.

"I was home around 3, when the answering the question. "

" Yes, but ... "Then there was indeed at least one of you not in vain awake, but was actually still its fun.

"But seriously, Klaas," Joko begins in a tone that sets up like a dog on a leash and you a daring, seat! " bulk. "Nine of Clock in the morning. On a Sunday. What the fuck? I need coffee, really now ... Otherwise, I did come not anymore clear! "

Maybe then, is the caffeine withdrawal for Joko skeptical eyebrow raise and the sparse welcome motor responsible?
The prospect that there are so could be, shall ensure that you suddenly feel better. Joko also no longer waits for a response from you, but turns to the door, pulls on her and trots you advance into the Starbucks. Inside, the radio music playing discreetly in the background. Besides, it is still not typical for a large city. Two young women sitting at the window with her coffee and nibbling on a muffin in each round. In the patterned pram next to a woman a baby sleeps peacefully in an orange-white summer playsuit with butterflies. Otherwise, the store - except the staff - empty.

Joko is already at the counter and talk to harsh monotone voice on the small, chubby An operation which should measure a maximum of 1.60m. But it is fixed, with an Edding scribbles something on a big plastic cup and hands it over to her colleague, a lanky guy with two piercings in the lip and black dyed hair. While brewing, Joko is on the next order. You realize too late that this is your order. is moved over the first and the second cup to the guy and Joko to pay, it dawns on you and you quickly whip out your wallet.

"Let's put," Joko mumbles in his nonexistent beard as he brings a twenty from his wallet and the elbows up (Unintentionally?) To the side forces.

so it goes ... but not! What makes your idea for when you can invite up by a man? Your view changes from Joko to the girl, the boy, the women at the window and again to the girl. With each jump, the personal alarm bell is ringing louder and more shrill in you.

"No, I'll pay itself"

surprised now holds the position held by the girls a bit overwhelmed, the change, it is just to count on the point of holding on. Your eyes are on Joko, which in turn up anblitzt.
"He will pay the next round," determined he just in the moment. It sounds frivolous as it says Joko. Absolutely everything about him - from the voice on the facial expressions to his posture - you throw a Stressed, Now imagine you not because of anything again! 'feet.

you doing though. Because the fact is not nothing!

With a firm "No" You open your wallet and you want your announcement into action, the bill but have made no Joko. make no bones about the fact that tears you pulls the purse out of hand out a twenty and put it into his own.
"Take it change!" He tells you when he pops the wallet you virtually in the chest. You press it for a moment the words of reflection. Plenty of uncertainty you pay the girl the change.
Joko is long gone over to the round table on which the black-haired type ENVISAGES just the second drink. Even as Joko takes both drinks do, you realize that you are now basically the one who has paid for both of you. Because of separate payment ...

you bite the redness in the cheeks. Joko've been had, without feeling a triumph here. The girl eyed you strangely, the guy even now.

follow quick step Joko you when he aiming the stairs leading down. To a room with more tables and the same radio sound.
squats in a corner of a notoriously with the fingers on his laptop einhämmernder man that turns its back on you. Otherwise, it is also empty. Joko carelessly can fall into one of the chairs, is unwelcome from your Frappuccino and approved in a big gulp of its Iced Coffee with Milk.

you want to go home. So stupid that may sound, but it's just after nine clock in the morning, you're tired, you've already stress with Joko and if you bargain even drink this cream monster, you are guaranteed poor. Nevertheless, you let no less difficult in the other Chair at the table covered - somehow you have to mark it so that you're also pissed of because of the thing straight! - And you packs with pinched lips, your cup. One sip of the green straw and look at the Starbucks typical device. The cold also reminds you of how hot you is. You secretly casts a corner of the eye over to Joko, the drink and in consternation at the same time sleeping with open eyes shining.

What was the only one stupid idea from Jan. ..

When he could smell it, is Joko from his coffee.
"When is was Jan's plane?"

your face is worth a thousand words, so a sweeping Joko Gesture with the hand in which he holds his cup makes.
"Well, I mean, you've got it made this morning to the airport or not? An 'NEM Sunday you're standing but otherwise not volunteer so early, only to meet up with me. But must 'have NEN reason ... "

Sure, and how it has to give ... But what is there Joko has rightly put in his small brain, can you once more back speechless. Especially since it can Joko sound as if you had just flipped the finger and he would have to jump.

"Hey come on, has even nothing to do with Jan!" Insulted you finally holed up behind your Caramel Frappuccino and demonstrative break eye contact from.

"No?"

You do not answer. You also do not react. You can find Joko just simply unfair.

keeping with the current world championship provides all the radio audience with Shakira's "Waka Waka". The song can dance even the air vibrating. It annoys you, incredibly even. Even if you do not quite hinhörst, but in my mind excuses passed that allow you, as soon as possible to say goodbye to Joko. The happy not like a piece up today to see ... This statement pulls you down to an absolute low. Jan has something of the wrong; Joko is not nearly as jealous. Joko is easy Joko only.
To the beat of the music he makes just the fingertips of your free hand, tap on the arm of the chair. You hear that you a few seconds long, then engage in your pocket and pick out your cell phone.

If you prefer to have breakfast with your new one, you can go.

Joko iPhone shows. Just having read your text message, he throws you a puzzled look highly.
"Why do you write me? You're sitting next to me! Moreover! "Joko is slightly to the chair, but you look away, shaking his head. You hear him sigh clear then tap.

rubbish No, I will not! wasn wrong with you?

What on ...

Why do I read shit on your FB that you have ne new? Why do not you tell me something?

You told me this with jan and not from you! I have to come even on it!

Aha. So everything was just an act of defiance? True to the motto, What goes around, comes around '?
You type up into a rage ...!

I have nothing to Jan! Understanding the times!

To procrastinate spills from Joko's side over to you. You feel exactly how it approaches you, without you want to come too close. Between your written words, the world is frightening become silent. Not even the music has a relevant impact on you. Because unrestrained anger in you and the insatiable desire to Joko's easy to send another message with the bare truth. But you're up too well under control, as you'd act so irrational. You have to be well under control when you allow your attention that only a detour in his direction ...

not honest? tell me please, because it seemed somehow a bit after, from

No, really not, that's long gone

Why you should lie to Joko?
you understand just do not know why he has so instigated a rebellion. From the corner of my eye you take note that he put his right foot on the side and it gently back and forth. Besides tapping you hear Joko, then pause, tap back, tap more. Pause.

comes at you in anything. Joko tippt aber auch nicht mehr.

lugst Stutzig you again to over Joko, who seems to be chewing on the lip studied iPhone, but apart from that no further action. You recognize effort and tension in your colleagues. Both he crawled under the skin and characterizes its appearance.
Something is wrong. Now it falls to you very clearly. And it troubles you ...

the head back dramatically, Joko fixed the ceiling just before his head turns to the side, facing you. His thumb pressed to his iPhone. With you, it beeps.

But I was right: you had something together

But Joko has now cursed as long as needed?

And?

is not yet prohibited. Why in the world Joko makes such a big deal of it?

you love him yet?

The question throws you off course by unexpected hissing like a comet. With silent fingers you swallow, lift the chin and hit Joko's view. His eyes are large, deep and swallow you. passed out light you shake his head negatively, give Joko thus its desired Answer and hear your voice tremble:
? Characteristic I they actually "

you is admittedly noticed nothing suspicious between Joko and any colleague. What principle, but must not mean anything, because maybe Joko has met his new girlfriend and elsewhere, but he has had for more than just a friend at MTV.

your hand, contrary to all expectations, clears his throat and Joko puts back in his chair. Just as if there were no comfortable position for him. In the short neck scratching, he finally leans over a piece to you, and he makes up for a second sight.

Returns " they do not. "

Is not it at all ...

Is it not? you derailed the entire range of facial features, little that the scope of the confession to seep into your consciousness. Joko not even grins, he tells you not know why this crap is on his public Facebook profile. He looks at you still, uncharacteristically quiet. The space is shrinking in this so long appearing seconds together on your very existence. You have no room to breathe, to dodge. Your feelings interfere completely with Joko beings.

You're the one who would now like to "not" ask. However, suddenly flickers Joko's mind about a change of time. His eyes are less subtle than he was controlling a bit more leaning towards you, but you want to back away emotionally, but it can not.

"This is make-up, right?" He asked quietly up in a completely safe tone.

"No," you're lying as if on command, and see yourself forced to drink something when you realize you have to tell just by your quick response.

To your right is the throat again. The humidity increased the atmosphere between you, with nitrogen and power, if you feel right. In all
the allergic reactive, tingles your tongue and you come from swollen. Justifications pressed into the form of bass-like heart beats and your chest up against your throat. But nothing comes when you open your mouth, because Joko's face changed again, puts the clothes and hair-splitting occurs to you checking.

"You put on your makeup but not without reason ...", he noted primarily for themselves and thus absolutely right. You do not put on your makeup, if it is not important or necessary. But Joko you happens to be important .... He knows the bargain that you are in love. He also knows not to whom . His logic goes out and is now around two runs down together puzzle pieces together again, so things make sense. Sense to him so you Surrender.

slipped somewhat stunned his eyes down here from you, hitching his glasses deal he reaches for his coffee. In his dark eyes you see it work. Information will be shipped from A to B and evaluated its destination; your hand starts hurting in the meantime to do so tense you have your fingers wrapped around your phone. Can not write or speak or smile. Joko is to please do something ... He must like to laugh, which is a public place. Since you can control yourself a little.

Joko But do not laugh. The only active is the man in the corner, which pops open unexpectedly, slamming his laptop makes him disappear into his briefcase, and is already snowing in the next moment from the room. His coffee cup that is guaranteed to be full, the only evidence of its former presence and stands alone on the round wooden table.

stares little bit confused about their collegial to the stairs, to meet your eyes again automatically and you seized the advantage for you: "What really took the game yesterday,"


Joko on football jumps to almost always like a trained dog . The dog in him but today takes a distinct second longer than usual, but then he is now in its old form. Completely in his element. Rast, chasing and romping what the Stuff keeps.
No word on you. No strange questions, not dissecting eyes, no change in behavior toward you. Joko you soaked out, with your waves appear smoothed, while you let the game pass in review and pick apart fantastic. As well, they have nevertheless taken Müller. But you have said yes right.

makes sense Technically, the overall situation of you feel as if someone came with an umbrella behind you. Keep you from the painful intensity of the hot summer and share willingly and generously to the shadows with you.
You just hope it stays that way. Joko has nothing to say, not really. You know know that you're just friends. There is no utopian expectations on your part, as the bubble would burst.

"I'll get me to drink something else. Eating would not be bad, got really hungry now. Shall I bring something? "You think that might be about the words that Joko directed to warm up, yawning as he stretched and strained and then heaves out of the chair. The arms to the ceiling, he seems to sort his new bone. You secretly staring at the piece of belly, which shines forth between T-shirt and waist and has a huge effect on einvernehmen up.

"So 'n Chocolate Cake', states, something in you to which you have no influence. The same thing can be up again after your long wallet in your pocket.

Joko sigh wanders up then clearly noticeable. In the face and the soul.
latter, since it is with one hand on your chair back supports, bends down to you and gazes up strictly. The nose suspiciously near yours. , you learn never! 'blame his eyes clear, however, his free hand to do what she has already done once before: it expresses your purse back to your chest. Now, however, not angry, but merely determined. Joko's fingers between the leather and your hands resting casually. Start secretly to sweat by the beloved warmth.

None of you is stirring, until the moment when Joko decides you whisper something in his ear:
. If we have data, I invite you too "happy smile touches your cheek and then your earlobe. At the same time he expresses a short impulsive and your hand.

just yet mentally absent, to sort out your objections to because of all that in air. Are you sure that you laugh easily, but you can not swear, because you're strange from the moment far away, so much feeling accumulated on your nerves. Whatever may always think Joko - about you, about you - he can It do not take, you leaving, an impish grin to throw over your shoulder.

all started long ago.

So that you fell in love long ago in this man. And the fact that he came to the decision for themselves, giving you a chance.

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Joko & Klaas - Round IV

Today something .. Other * cough *
is unfortunately too long for it to be packed with the last entry. ! Please do not expect the world; length is not everything, as we all xD

Warnings know in advance: Teen time, pre-series, teen drama deluxe, tears, Best Bravo Photo-Love-Story-level , and I mentioned the teen! time?



Some eyes speak volumes.
Especially if they come from the side of the head and guide an already over a year by training. The view that just as in Klaas' direction was sent meant, simply, messing it not again.

messing it not again, because today was Thursday afternoon and Klaas had made this week for more than a customer unhappy. In a few years he would probably be able to smile about, but currently designed, the difficult. The situation itself had tunnel-like something inside them, and the sky was due, could be drawn mostly from the more mischievous affair. Or was done by the chief of which was that, however little enthusiasm. See the man of business Tuesday, his new hair color was far from being able to boot and still complains about the "unskilled, young man" had, to which the "total lack of competence".

Some people were just simple comprehension in terms of apprentices. That was known. Nevertheless, it was annoying when customers were dissatisfied. Even more annoying was when they could not calm himself, but to save the boss himself, the situation had to.
Klaas was exactly what happened this week on two occasions. Nothing, which increased his prestige in the eyes of his boss in any way. And anything that promoted self-confidence. In general, he had this thing at the beginning hairdresser presented a bit easier. Until he was eventually noticed that he apparently had two right hands. Unfavorable, as left-handed ...
But that did not, that is not strained. And to also throw in the towel was not possible. But they had the wrong track with 16 years in the very pub idea. A retraction was consequently impossible. In particular, because Klaas show his parents did not want that yet so maybe they were a little bit right, as they had tried it to make other professions tasty and the hairdressing simultaneously out of it.

The thought of botched hair colorants, sighing and admonishing parents pushing aside the best possible chief, followed the sharp eye towards the entrance door. The new
Azubine of this year (which would probably do in the next you are cleverer than it could ever Klaas;! Unfair world) just a boy of about 20 brand Surferboy led to a place and asked if this would have a drink. The character of his boss, to take care of the new customer was not Klaas escaped. Nevertheless, he found an estimated three seconds a complicity in the mirror before which sat the boy, and studied his face with the straight A pair of sunglasses perched on the nose.
was general, it is always interesting to see what kind of customer you had to do it. Whether they nervously on the chair slipped, disinterested on their phones or rumhackten immediately began the next man zuzutexten (which some did, even if the next man was female, which had 60 long left behind and was sitting under a Fönhaube).

This boy with the open-minded smile was certainly the first time busy gazing after the young trainees. She was actually relatively inconspicuous. Klaas got along well with her, no doubt, but he would consider them rather boring. In most cases, they chuckled about his comments, but was himself in very little to talk and offered him thus no incentive to build a real friendship.

Let the boy took off his sunglasses and then put them on the shelf in front of the mirror, where he served in the same course at the then draped gossip newspapers. Apparently he had not noticed Klaas. Or is he simply had not noticed as a hairdresser ... Both were quite possible and, although presumably the latter were true, we hammered a principle, it is always the former.

Klaas peered furtively at the calendar that hung on the wall next to him. It was late August, he secretly had forbidden himself to count the days, but found himself always back up again. There were 95, which meant he was single again for over three months. Young men always reminded him of this fact.

yourself a jolt of print, returned to the thought aside and went behind the new customers.
"Hi, I'm Klaas. What can? "It was precisely this moment when you first said the face in the mirror for secondary and focused on the longer hair. They looked washed blunt, but this was not the problem. The problem was the top among the main strands of translucent, felted hair knot at the back of the head, above the neck. Something pink greeting between dark blond streaks through it. The question of what you could do for new clients, unnecessary abruptly.

"Hi can call me Joko. And what must be done, uh, yes, you see. I think. "The last remark was trying to conceal with a discreet cough.

Klaas was just speechless, while his fingers lifted the hair and looked at the scale of the disaster shrill adhesive. A surge of synthetic chewing gum smell best quality he was met there and put any shampoo - which might have ever used Joko to create the evil from the world - in the shade.

"Oh shit ...! Tell me how? "

" Ask not '. Shook "Joko head slightly and looked away. We watched it in the glass, as you looked up. Of the chewing gum while the majority had been already removed from Joko, but he remains stubborn despite efforts had probably not get away.

"Ne stupid bitch" was muttered.

up the words for meaning Klaas showed it was again a moment.
"All work has made them. Ex-girlfriend? "

" Not quite ... "Joko scratched his short time at the nose. The status of the girl had reached her absence does not simply have placed feelings. The final Klaas pulled immediately. Even too fast for himself liked. His fingers were still some strands of hair fixed. In it did to some unknown reasons disappointment. Joko had not worked for him as the classic one-night stand type. The resulting feeling of this realization was stale as stale beer, on the Klaas love to have voluntarily renounced. How he hated that feeling, just ... He demonstrated all the time namely, that his last relationship was not the-only-I-try-once-was-thing with a boy. His subconscious had long understood how he was biased.

"How long you already did it? Is so hard as a board. Hast thou not rauszukämmen immediately tried? "

" Have slept soundly. The evening was just .. well. "

clever girl. The recognition she had gone, even if they hated Klaas spontaneously. What they had done with these great hair ...! Here he would definitely be busy for some time.

If "yes not 'like I had promised her anything, especially not after all the beer. But that certainly know her with the girls: a time and then ... "Her eyes met in the glass. Klaas really sank in this captivating brown, it mesmerized him. Besides tickerte his mind: Forget it! He is straight and does not guarantee half as sincere as you have judged him to just ...!
But what the boy was, moreover, in their old age? A majority wanted to stop just let off steam.

"Tust yet, right?"

The question threw a no difficulties from the path. What did you? Klaas tried to find the connection of thought, however, brought his brain are any logical link. He had been staring too long. He was in his ideas went too far, so just have some sympathy was immediately there for Joko; long before Klaas it ever realized. If not so, the disappointment would rangepirscht not even him.
his job was sometimes stressful. Not because of the tasks, but because he himself

Joko's face passed the surprise and was somewhat astute.
"That's okay," he said this again and looked completely normal. Not knowing that Klaas plunged straight into a hole. What was okay? And why was it okay? Why Joko put the issue now shelved? It was here but just gone to girls and one-night stands, right? Joko
Had a look through perhaps? Klaas noticed it for so damn fast? Actually, not yet, right? He did his best to make it stranger indulgences him not in your face, voice or gestures. And now he came up with this Joko's okay 'so. Nothing was damn okay! Not so long Klaas each time thought he would abruptly fall to the ground and the dry earth excavation pits his attention to the skin when he thought of all the consequences that would arise in any outing from his family and his friends with him.

"For .. for what is Joko? Your name is not really so? "He never did that Klaas cursed anyway, because he did not want to have asked. He wanted to save these hairs and it does not continue to get acquainted with a guy who was just a few years older than him and whom he might one day even at night in a bar, met pals in tow, which he then verklickerte drunk again that Klaas was the gay hairdresser from the salon where he had been gefriemelt the gum from the hair.

Should not be. Never.

Joko, meanwhile, pulled a face.
"No! Since you have to ask for real now, right? "

" Yes! "No wish had / / should not be! And did it anyway ... Especially since it was fun to see how Joko raised his hand and put it on the eyes. It promised to be even funnier, the wall as he!
"So?"

"When you get out the damn chewing gum war wegzurasieren without cutting off all or, I betray's you."

"Deal!" Re-met their gaze in the mirror, realized by Klaas, that his own eyes incident. That just ordered Joko Coffee was brought by the new Azubine, Klaas was like a saving anchor. He commanded from the hair washing. Just as we had last year, always with him. In the meantime, whispered in his head, can be brought either by the 95 days of separation, nor of the mild summer weather in August, in name Joko mystery out of the socket. When he heard a laugh from the sink, he turned around so that he neither Joko could still see the girl. Apparently someone here like to flirt. Was it really so totally right, that he had received time served for the bill. should

In the spirit swayed you, whether you sympathize with the girl but not that Joko had so tanned. Joko also had a kind of it, to see someone ... Klaas had swallowed the view as still burning Sambuka and then wondered why it hurt. He had to stop here to take the so personally. Joko was a customer.

"You know how you fix's?" Unbeknownst to the individual person, had the head placed next to one side and whispered softly. Nothing that would have the other customers can hear. messing it not! said, his face severe.
Klaas nodded to object instead. He would fix it. He surrendered not in front of a chewing gum - not even when it is dried for several hours was too much charm and Joko sprayed as could be tolerated without damage.

With barely a "good" the boss now on the section devoted to the young woman a few chairs, whose hair was dyed platinum blond already.

Joko was pushed, however, of the trainees and chair back from the mirror, what was happening, of course, not without significant Thank you. The girl giggled, blushing. Klaas rolled his eyes, he found it annoying. Yes, he was jealous, without the admit yourself or anyone else ever.

"Really cut as little as possible when it comes up", pleading silly Joko put his palms together as he prayed briefly. Klaas had
countered that the dimensions of the catastrophe until he again had to just take a close look before he could promise anything, but staggered the eye contact with him again the voice. So he merely nodded as he combed. With the index and middle fingers as far as possible, the tresses at the base and held to drag out the tough crowd attempted. Joko suffered, even though he only pinched his mouth twisted. With the help of a fine comb came forward Klaas even actually. It took only.

To distract himself, Joko told what he was doing around here - it was not clear from Oldenburg. Klaas was alone in this message perceived boulders from the heart. The vision, in the evening dressed stupid to be, fizzled.
Joko actually came from North Rhine Westphalia, concretely, Mönchengladbach, and was with a few mates go. Short trip, just let's see where it's going. Originally, they wanted the sea, but then they got into a wrong train, and generally seemed to have no idea the Chaotic if they arrive at the beach or ever seriously wanted to simply hang around only.

".. and I thought well actually yes, I can not ride '. Had applied for the Airlines, and they have let me also make the employment test ... "

" But? "

" you think you can, right? "

"You're too big for the job as a stewardess?"

Joko's body vibrated with the easy laugh, even when he answered with a reproachful sound. It was difficult to define. Klaas especially now far more than the smell of bubble gum. More even than shampoo or detergent. His senses, told him long ago Joko's scent. That one was acidified to just yet or even disappointed, emotions seemed to be that currently have resided in a parallel world. Klaas had simply changed the universe, as he was sitting on the stool and started to work. The ridge was now passé; in its place a pair of scissors was moved, the startled to the strands.

From the angle of the eye is squinted into the mirror glass, which always returns Joko's eyes sparkled, and all the other environmental noise extinguished. The stupid tabloid Joko had not touched even more. He seemed only interested in Klaas, the only this statement inspired and animated permanent grin.

"Well, you've changed your mind?"

shattered the idyllic dream bubble, as a colleague of Klaas stopped abruptly and marched past the two held. Klaas did not understand and Joko not appear to as well. Good to see the insistence on "Hmm?" in which he raised an eyebrow.
In parallel, Klaas saw on the ground, then frantically at his hands and back on the ground. Sharp air absorbed, he sucked his lower lip between her teeth and was alarmed inevitably pale. Because he cut here just awake, and completely into the gossip with Joko deepened, his hair short in the neck! The top had not been affected, thankfully - but that was not so!

"Well, the hair will not stay long in the neck?", Discussed the hairdresser your question and you could literally follow, as the sirens went off Joko and his right hand groped for his lightning-like hair.

petrified Klaas could not do more than stop breathing. And hurt. His lungs have already sparked a desperate SOS to his brain, which could not react even wanted to react.

"Is something wrong?" Again when his boss came up to them approaching, Klaas were resigned to the eyes. He was as good as dead ..

"Actually, that is, yes! Should not short. I was thinking? "Joko was surprised myself too, not to stammer. His attention was looking Klaas' look in the mirror, then jumped by surprise to the hairdresser, to head and grazed the three turns again and again.

Klaas for his part would have liked to have said something, but he could not. He did not even distracted, as he did so by Joko can. How then this conversation, this man and the reactions it provoked in him, were able to derail. If he otherwise ruined hairstyles, it's because he blended in or the color was not right or the haircut does not fit the type. But this?
He had been distracted, and he could not explain where he was actually in thought. It probably also interested in anyone that he had been here a little crush on the deferred flirting. He did not admit it by myself, yes. But the facts spoke for themselves ...
Klaas felt fine, like the redness of his neck crawled up the face and even in his ears does not stop.

"You wanted to cut it not? "said Joko ultimately directed at you, but you no longer reached, as a helpless looking up and shrugging their shoulders brought. I wanted not have it, I do not have noticed ...: gestures that conveyed exactly what Klaas felt

"This can not but be true ...!", the rumbling of his head like a distant thunderstorm rumbling penetrated down to Klaas. At the same time it was the scissors out of the hands, when his boss took Joko. The hair is taught, tested, estimates.
"Klaas here has really tailored very brave!" Accusation. "I'll give you a total bottom all a bit shorter have to make, but really only as much as now is still needed to complete it just looks good. Do not worry. You will only see a slight difference afterwards. And the hair is grown back in a flash smart. "

failed In his remarks to Klaas' Bosses do not chirp to continue to Joko's hair and throw on the mirrors and a fixed insured look. The hairdresser went beside them discreetly. At Klaas ran over the words like a torrent. He did not spontaneously, which was really bad here in all this: the fact that he had already done something wrong or the fact that it was happening to him at Joko. Would it now for a completely incompetent fool with. The fear expressed from within a neck and would automatically take a step aside.

"Klaas"

"Yes?"

Instead of saying anything more, you got it from his boss just a cold point in the direction of the back rooms paid. Stocks clean up, wash and fold towels, clean the utensils used. These were the jobs that were waiting back there at one. And like his boss just looked like one was also glad that he sent away one. Klaas had the uncomfortable suspicion, or if he had been kicked out octagonal. He gave himself so hard. He took all this seriously, no matter what his want to tell family and friends too. He had decided this, so he would not let it grind. to connect

Without again in eye contact with Joko, turned it around itself and was now in a moment disappeared in the back rooms. Mechanically applying themselves first to the contents of the washing machine and filled it from the new field, and today we had no appointment more customers. And even if it had a little surprised if the boss had decided spontaneously, someone else may overlap.

standing under internal tension, sorted it, ordered it, sorted wrong and criticized himself, things sped past in fast Klaas, and his blood was flowing at double speed, and accordingly his heart rate was high. His body knew what he was waiting. And no sooner that they had taken away the last towels, the door was flung open already.

"Lord God once more" The door was quietly trying - but still very loud - too.
"This can not be true to you! What were you thinking? "

" It .. it was a mistake. "What else should be great to say? Klaas tried arg, his shoes do not qualify as so enormously interesting that he constantly stared at, rather than have the decency to look his head applied to the face. Even if the latter was a nightmare because His boss just shook his head angrily and furious gesticulating.
"No! I let go through not so! I took the boys there now with great difficulty rescued nor the hair, but something just as, I will never experience again! Otherwise we have to talk seriously about your future here! Is clear that the times! You are in the 2nd Year of training, simply because I expect more! "

It was not in doubt whether Klaas had understood this statement or not. It was assumed that he clearly understood. If he did not improve, then ...!

His lungs capitulated again. Sent the already known, oppressive lump Klaas' neck up, while his equally oppressive family directly behind his eyeballs and nests were disturbed him blink. At the same time hammering his head " control! Control! Control! "with the volume of a hammer on metal, matching the stumbling beat of his heart.

The air was thin and incredibly stuffy, the air of his boss a true copy of the anger in person. Furiously waving from those at once, as Klaas opened his mouth to say something that he himself knew what it was.

"Today you meet me out there no more! Maybe tomorrow! I think about the me! Make yourself useful as long back here! "

Re-door slam drove one through and through. The noise was so popular, that the sudden tears flowed from her eyes. As if liquid is spilled over in a vessel due to a violent movement. Towards the same subsequent sobs was injected immediately hands over his mouth.
shit, do not cry! He could not stand around
here and cry like a baby. That was completely unacceptable. Nevertheless, the complaints transportation had shaken so much that the water level to stabilize not just wanted. Not even when Klaas continued to breathe deeply and one of the chairs at the table sat. The falling through the large windows light the summer he saw as deceptive as it stretched across the floor and was just hell. Behind him was working the washing machine and just moved into the spin cycle.

He was poor. He did not notice. The idea squeezed painfully as a blunt needle through his tear ducts and on through his brain mass. Actually, you could not just throw out trainees so; it was necessary for solid reasons. But if what he did, just as such was received by reason ...?
What should he tell his parents, then? And anyway ...

It was not intentional been to blend the hair Joko. It was just happened because it was paralyzed. Joko's hair and also not the sticking point was here today. The problem was that Klaas had 'caused instantaneous failure rate that his boss, the collar had burst. And rightly so.

vain dash away to the extra tears with the back. Now if someone would come clean ... unthinkable. What would the hold of one?
Klaas wanted to imagine not. He wanted to go home sound so pathetic that liked it, but he was not even of legal age. His life was complicated enough. If he at that time after school just a better idea would have been like this, he wanted to build its future. But that was just was not the case ...

A sudden knock was a wince. Klaas almost choked as he looked up shocked and alarmed at the window looked over. Usually, there was hardly anyone over because it is not the road was; bicycle were there, a small parking lot, trees. Behind closed private garden plots with high hedges.

And now stood Joko, his hand still hovering in the air. Klaas saw him only vaguely, but recognized him immediately. The biting him condemned to shame, Joko immediately turn its back again. Society, while ausheulte to There was no need, but Joko was the best reason to finally zusammenzureißen again, the tears press with all the strength inside and set the sniffles.

There was another knock. A little timid this time

Joko should go away. Anger that he was there and it was a terribly uncomfortable flared up in Klaas' stomach and flexed his muscles.
With the help of a moving quality movement, he stressed once more across the face.

"Klaas? Hey ... "The window was shitty to tilt so that Joko's voice to a crawl over and clung to one. Klaas could smell this strange boy almost, he felt just as intense.

"Everything bad semi-Sun No one is disfigured. My hair looks good ... "

" Your might! "Poisoned you angry over his shoulder and sniffed again. Joko but should simply continue with his friends, then she would arrive at some point by the sea ...

short, it was quiet, but we felt certain that Joko still stood on the spot, as well as its next statement showed.
"Let 'nen Deal?"

Deal? Klaas was just whining to squint. This had previously worked with the deal even for so great.

Joko said, just continue, even as he got no answer.
"You make the window and hear crying, and I'll tell you my real name? "

" I'm not crying. "

" But, do thou " But there is no drama ... The hidden message about taking control of Klaas yet he did not get up. He did not go over well with the window open because of this very much. However, his body slowly and parried as remote controlled. The only thing that could prevent Klaas, Joko was to look into his face. Instead, he grabbed the lighter and the cigarette box on the table, fingering out a cigarette and lit it. It was not his own, but his colleague would 've nothing against it.

From Joko he heard nothing. Somewhere in the trees and bushes crept the wind through the leaves and animated here and there a bird for chirping. Tired smoke absorbed, they let themselves down on the window ledge and dangle his legs. From the corner of your eye you sensed that one Joko did the same.

"I've only heard that he's become incredibly loud ..." Joko with Wen, he said, 'was immediately clear. to play, how embarrassing it was one that others had noticed the onset of his boss, Klaas went back on his cigarette and stared straight ahead stubborn. What he should say great? That he is a genuine Barber was perhaps worse? The Joko knew. And all other people.

"Oh, you want one?" Inelegant one changed the subject and referred to the burning cigarette. It seemed rude not to offer Joko.

"No, ah ... Man, Klaas. "Before we knew what really happened, Joko was moved up a step closer to a one and had voluntarily put an arm around her shoulders. The entire contact was Klaas shiver immediately. Time ran out, where you saw Joko: confused, uncertain, speechless. Just something. It probably went a lot of time in which alternated in this range of emotions. Ash fell carelessly down on the gravel of the parking lot, however, one's thoughts about how well shaken champagne foamed

made Joko Why?
Not that it was inconvenient. The opposite was the case. Precisely because so was the big problem ...

"'s interested you are?"

"What?", They pushed out easily kieksig, which was mainly due to the unexpected closeness and the sustained eye contact, the Joko just not broke.
Klaas studied with dry throat Joko's face, the constellation of features, the encouraging smile, his hair. They looked really good. Much better than before.

"What's my name."

"But, clearly cares me!"

"I's feared" Joko grinned broadly whether the prompt confirmation Klaas conjured up a new swing flush on his face. He did not want to have said so straight out, and if they do, than to casual manner. But at the moment work with him simply do nothing ...

He pulled back on his cigarette. Around him, everything had gained in clarity, which was a good sign. He did not cry more so. That would be bad. He was not a person who is ausheulte. Not even when suddenly someone like Joko, whose warm breath Klaas ear tickling.
"Joachim."

A laughter burst out from Klaas, long before he was able to reflect on the near or even above the heated feeling that it was crawling with the syllables of the skin. Joko's voice had been quiet, but not embarrassed.
"remains at Joko between us."

"Definitely." Agree with you flicked his cigarette smoked down to the ground and then shook his head.

"What? Parents are just not accurate, as you see, "Joko met Klaas' grin.
"And certainly not in there. So ... "

" But he can kick me. "The good mood was again blown away, even on the other hand tried to keep as Joko.
"he is not."

"You know it does not." Klaas thoughtfully kept the fact that I did not cut hair for the first time for themselves. Joko probably guessed it anyway, stroked his hand again warmly Klaas' shoulder along. It was just this contact that Klaas called again to mind, as both were sitting here, he had to swallow, which brought him close to sweaty hands. Joko was not aware of the effect he had on Klaas, most definitely. He would, in theory. He had earlier been seen through that they were gay. Or?

"He would have kicked up determined long ago, if he would really believe you are building just shit. But he has also just realized that you get along well with customers. You have me so zugequasselt and everything, I was blown away in there. You also probably would have me 'ne can shave bald and I'd only checked's right, if I had approached my friends do. "

round off and?
yourself not being able to defend against a flattered smile, considered the gravel. Joko was blown away been so. How should we evaluate it? Klaas' home affairs have been positive, but if he called to mind, why Joko had had that gum in her hair ...
No, Joko was not meant as guarantees Klaas would have liked. He only talked, but he did a just indescribably good. Klaas was about to reply, but a light beeping got before him, prompting Joko to look for in the pocket of his light summer jacket for his cell phone.

"Yes? Yes, I was ... The's got out, I'm glad about it. Where are silken? ... Yes, the fountain, I am just passed. Make me then times aufn way. See you later, ciao! "

His friends ...

Klaas felt like mentally from a high building. The day die Standpauke, Jokos Kennenlernen und jetzt noch Jokos Verabschiedung... Er wohnte nicht hier, er war nur auf der Durchreise. Das hatte man elegant verdrängt. Das Wissen machte es einem schwer ums Herz. Wie war es bloß so weit gekommen?

„Du musst los, ne?“, versuchte sich der Jüngere nichts von seiner gefühlstechnischen Achterbahnfahrt anmerken zu lassen. Jokos Arm war ihm außerdem während des Telefonats von der Schulter gerutscht und fehlte Klaas seitdem. Das war doch unglaublich. Sie würden sich garantiert nie wieder sehen...

„Ja, schon“, nickte Joko und sah zuerst wieder auf sein Handy, danach überlegend zu Klaas hinüber. Seine andere Hand begann abermals etwas to search his pockets and pulled out a pen. The next thing Klaas noted, was that you took his right hand and wrote something on the inside surface. The fine tip tickled his skin, however, the alien finger a half-crazed made.
My Number, "muttered Joko unnecessarily. The dazzling smile so that Klaas was grateful to sit. He otherwise would weggeknickt the knee.

No doubt he was the one who was blown away.

Can "call me even once and tell me how it's going on. With your training and everything. "

And anyway? What should mean in practice? Interpreted at things completely wrong or did Joko here suggest something specific?

Overwhelmed nodded one, lost a "Sure, I'll do" and followed, as Joko slid off the windowsill. The gravel crunched welcoming due to the unexpected weight.

"What are you doing now? Where have you but rejected by Lufthansa ... "It was not about to stop Joko. It was just a fixed idea of Klaas whizzed by his head, like so many fixed ideas, which he did not say more than 90 percent.

"No idea," Joko truthfully shrugged his shoulders and sat down loose his sunglasses back on, which was tucked so far into the breast pocket of his jacket. "Maybe I'll go just to watch TV. The company but everyone. It does not work try it too. "

" Up here. "More than a bird could show you Joko then, although the idea did have its charm. On the windowsill, with Joko's number in her hand, she liked the look better than ever before. But because it was utopian, it was this alternative life carelessly aside. In addition, it was more oriented towards the theater, so far at least.
"But I'll call you if I ask you then in the Big Brother house or in teleshopping see!"

★ ★ ★

Joko would never go into the Big Brother house, and also in teleshopping discovered him. Even if Klaas and then zaps with a strange, inner expectation through the channels and secretly kept lookout. The number he had received that afternoon in August, he had - was that he hardly been at home - written neatly on a piece of paper, and never elected. Only once, since he had tried. By holding your breath listening to the hooting and spontaneous nausea felt when his heart beat increased awareness. Then Joko had reported, and Klaas had hung up. Just like that. Without ever trying again. What should also be with them? Nothing would has to be ...

That was what persuaded you are successful over the years. Until finally in 2005 came, and see Joko's face was suddenly on MTV. Klaas had been standing there, the remote control in hand and heart in the earth. His body vibrated internally, and his senses were the stimulus overload.
Joko had made it.

indiscretion Klaas was found on the phone again, the old card with the number in one hand. Nervous, dominated by adrenaline. Having lost the last reason and of nature at least as Joko blown away in that summer. In the ear a short crack. Then the message that the phone number was not assigned ...