A new, written for 120_minuten: HDGDL!
fanfiction. Gab's so not as long is the truth from me xD
: I finally had something get ready in the Jan who has a slightly larger role.
The evening could mean less of a pileup, Joko would have if not appear. This spark of an idea stems from the desire of the secret hopes sparkler in Jan's head glows and bounces on characteristic glistening straight to the floor of his feelings.
Yes, the evening would be so damn well if Joko would not show up. For Klaas dance here in Berlin today, on this 26/01/2011, anyway lots of friends and acquaintances, it will love encircle him after the show. Accordingly, he would miss little or no when Joko would lack penetrating laughter.
the idea in January can be happy raising his water bottle to his lips and take a long, refreshing drink. Only about four hours to the site - everything is good. And everything would be so much better when Joko would not show up.
Secretly refreshes you look at the illusion and puts down the bottle, as Klaas comes trotting. Be seen with a barely perceptible nod next one on the better days fall-off sofa can and begins rumzuhantieren with his iPhone. Communication it just seems to be a foreign word, strangely enough, although they are both extremely nervous phase of Frankfurt and the first gig of their tour have left behind. Best Evidence: Jans upper part is not drenched in sweat. It stinks not like a pig and he does not wish to stand as a double for Spiderman and the urge to go up yielding the walls. He types with his feet slightly, rather than bring the mites sustained earthquake. And he loves the idea that the evening would be fantastic if Joko would not show up, Klaas no hugs, no smiles at him, not him touches and does not begin to tell rambling about any place that one in that Joko it feels to be particularly funny, not a bit more fun appears.
January must resort to the bowl with the Ritter Sport Mini, which gave them a nice, someone held up as a nerve food and from which he has almost rausgepickt all good varieties already. The paper crackles, then his taste buds Report cornflakes in chocolate, while his perverse fantasies cling to a jokofreien evening.
"Joko is not ...", it says and then suddenly you hear a sudden to chew, taste, breathe, to imagine.
Klaas does not lift sometimes the view from his display, but seems to secretly trying to capture him for bad and good news for Jan again. The words to fish with a network of airborne and Jan's ear canals, in a much too small to block and glass between them to store canned pears, and even cooked apple compote in the rear of a laundry room shelf.
A itself remains little, face to face with reality is all clear. January tried to swallow, but because the chocolate was not crushed by his teeth professionally, it sucks to be at the top of his esophagus. He must drink afterwards, but not cough at least. He does not laugh and he triumphantly asks sadly not played on the "why".
be clapping Instead, awareness of the new information on an ice-cold dissection table and tried by a sustained observation of Klaas determine whether this is the bad news has just received the first or only only now could bring themselves to sit at and transmit them to a .
It's hard to say, and Jan has not studied medicine. He can determine on the basis of the facial visceral no clear time of death. But even without medical knowledge it is suddenly realized something terrible disappointed in front of him. The situation only allowed to cover up Klaas' trains with a shroud of decency. It is not necessary that his friend has to undergo further procedures on themselves.
It is clear that Klaas does not know how to behave. Briefly in the direction of Jan's blink without seeing anything or anyone. Outside, however, rattles something that frightens them not. Someone roars yet in the friendly Berlin accent to someone else.
This evening is evolving into a pile, because Joko will not show up. Jan will be aware of it, when Klaas with a quiet "I'm going to smoke me a" steals from the room and leaves a uneaten with too many varieties of Ritter Sport Mini alone. In the neck a nasty scratch that one yesterday, rainy evening in Hamburg due to added. In the heart of a serious shame. But where we should have known you, that Klaas is so damn important that Joko today in the audience sitting?
Okay, no one is stupid. It is actually surprisingly sensitive in the way and did it so easy ... It makes a
but hopping mad, to have been witness of it, Klaas like a dog came sneaking them to see. Lord God, it's only Joko! Why is this dude sucks so important? Why is he for Klaas extracted as endorphins? slaughtered
sheer frustration to the Ritter Sport Mini Milk pulls together all the scraps of paper and throw them on the way out of the room in the garbage next to the door. January bounces along to a hair with a woman who organizes something with clipboards as he shoots like an arrow out of the room, crossed the aisle in the tight and then step through a window looks out. At Klaas, who tried to fill his empty expression with nicotine.
The evening will end in a deadly pile-up because Joko not show up ...
The idea acidic etching a deep hole into his own self-confidence. Jan would be lying to himself if he would now increase its inner monologue with understanding. He has no understanding. He and Joko are two such very different people, that they might not be apparent at first glance. Really clear, it was then when a call came in transition. It was really unbearable from the moment and Klaas, who was introduced to each other, finally understood to have brought together the conditions for a meltdown.
They do not like, to put it nicely. Joko would like one, perhaps, if ... But Jan gives this If not, and Jan can not on its own personality. Would be even better! He is not willing to drive down the shields for Joko. Damn, it's just fucking Joachim Winter Scheidt. Which is liked by enough people; 227 000 Facebook fans plus, hello!
January it has never been hated as deep as now. In this situation, as Joko met him only once a heart's desire. And with that comes a wish from Klaas underfoot.
The hall, the doors and people fly at light speed, passing Jan, than that by fighting to the nearest exit. has not taken the one Klaas. Klaas it just goes on a fuck how angry you are! Klaas can not change anything because Klaas not this anger can understand. Klaas like Joko and Klaas Jan and the like is often already crappy enough for Klaas, Jan. But he knows it does not change. He can not. His personality is stuck him in the neck, he is proud of and confessed. Now it does it even a very tiny bit tired.
But there are still four hours until the damned show, and everything is still in there. Therefore, it barks the taxi driver's face and squats Joko address withheld with aggressiveness in the passenger seat. Sharpen your nails on the jeans and bites a hair in your own scarf. What does
Joko, is the best reason to like him never even one iota to.
knows, of course Jan, where does this man. Of course he knows that taxis also cost money in Berlin. But above all, he knows how it is currently Klaas ...
The "Thank You" with which one throws the yellow door a short time later will, the taxi drivers do not listen. Jan's also plenty of matter, he scurries to the ring and presses the right thing. He will smash the door, probably, if not voluntarily Joko opens. That friend and child could be in the apartment, well so be it! He's is always a mystery how one can have a child with Joko. But he has no ovaries, and in general ... Joko he may not. He hates how much he can think about this man. And what lives on an emotional force in this idea.
"Yes?" It crackles through the intercom.
"Open the door!"
That was nice. Apparently, but not nice enough to be understood at first. And Notion that brain Joko's up there trying to see through the current situation - which simply takes too long time! - Leaves a hands clench into fists.
Then roars the door and you have free reign. Nearly one in conflict with the stupid stroller in the hallway, cursing, takes steps and can actually see the door, stands in the Joko.
"What?" want you here? or something like that in the way Joko probably want to say welcome. If they are alone, then you have not bothered to offer the other a hand or a hug. There is no need for polite tone and no consideration of Klaas.
"What is more important than Klaas tonight?" You pressed saucy yet boiling with anger out. Level with Joko, leaning menacingly in his direction and he almost biting the nose.
The apartment is quiet, Jan wants to break as he looks out the corner of my eye photos on the walls. Girlfriend and child. Love and happiness. As Joko just has everything. How it jealousy immediately scratch your eyes and the way he wants to tell triumphantly, that one is glad to be single. Children, love - in her age completely overrated! No matter how often the parents ask for it and in Jan every damn time a blunt Sense of failure left because he apparently does not manage it that someone from the bottom of my heart loves long. He's just a freak, he is absolutely convinced of it, even if he's hiding well.
Joko makes emotional return a step in his supposedly safe home. Jan asked, meanwhile, how quickly the Berlin police department. If he kills, he will be arrested before the show or is the time yet to follow through the program?
"I'm sick, man!" Joko's voice echoed through the stairwell zurückfauchend and the noise is throwing the door cut.
Man is even there only with his hands still clenched, trembling with hate, surrounded by photo-lined walls. The smell of baby powder floats in the air and draws well hidden from self-pity under Jan's frustration. He does not want to think about whether he is here ridiculous. This can he do when he goes to sleep. Then at least no one notices it. He is so alone in bed ...
Joko hat. Right, not faked. The sound makes a sensitive to the fact that it sounds slightly hoarse and his nose is red.
He is sick. Yet ...!
"Yes, great! I also scratched alittle bit of the neck. That's why I send people tonight but still far not 'to Home, "Joko
laughs hidden. In a way, which means it could be something enormous truth and say so enormously painful. Something like "People are always there but largely because Klaas" or "You would have to ranziehen larger venues when I was on tour with Klaas". Joko but it does not say. He says such a thing before. He can feel only in January that he could say it and is too good but at this level. Yes, Joko is an adult. He even has a child. January sees and hates.
"The thing is' the: Mir's shit is real and I suggest you go now, before you are still infected. I my's just good! "Again there's the cough that takes Joko's body servant.
bubbling from the belly, and slightly in May, a weird creature that he is not under control and wants to make him lose his entire control.
"But," he finally snapped, "Klaas is disappointed,"
None of them has ever played the Klaas card. It has lain dormant in the deck of their duel, untouched and waiting for their first use. In Tarot it is death. For now, where it is open between them, they should say goodbye to something old and start something new. Its simple Unsympathie forget each other and pull together. Klaas's sake. The emphasis should, however, to .
January should not really be here to bicker about. He should be here, to ask for. But he can not "please" tell Joko. Even if he did really love Klaas sake ...
Jan will be but now even the false can not help feeling Joko could pull themselves together for this silly couple of hours later. But Joko Klaas forces much love into a feeling, in a knowledge: if Jan is here, come not me. In the know. Is' not my beer, if you choose stop, just go with the on tour ...!
This is unfair of Joko. And Jan do not know where he can still look. The photos activate its alarm and frustration pouring out of peevishness. The feeling of inadequacy in a matter of seconds in full bloom.
Joko makes an ever so murderously aggressive.
"Klaas added up," this person says it too. As if they were of equal value!
"This is not the same!" It is intended as a retort, but ends up as a confession. The indignant creature in Jan has gained the upper hand within seconds. his careless words has put into the mouth and ruined it all. Now he is seen in emotional trouble. Precisely such moments are the reason why Jan can not uncontrollably ... For now, he has maneuvered to where he wanted to stand against Joachim Winterscheidt never. It feels demeaning. Jan has no child, he has no girlfriend and no boyfriend, he has a different status from Klaas - not really comparable to Joko - and he invested enormous amounts of energy into it, all this for granted and accepted to accept. It does most of the time only hurt when he is thinking clearly about it.
why he now has to go - immediately! His fingers quickly to door handle and you want to tear down imperiously. Unfortunately, Joko's hand is no less quickly and blocks, Jans wrist under control, embrace without this exaggeration. Joko can naturally been many things in exactly the right way. He probably read one of these ideas straight off the eyes, but stays as is so often closed.
The moment is a single pent up embarrassment for Jan and Joko's touch has the effect of itchy mosquito bites from an estimated thousand.
Joko then proposes his eyes, the cough returned to him. You can feel almost like the disease, his body shaking from head to toe and then makes him sigh heavily.
He is tired and he has apparently evicted along with his girlfriend, child, to infect anyone. Joko is reasonable - and grant him, kindled a desire to spit bile and putting themselves in the pillory.
Then the cough unexpectedly jumps over to Jan and awakens in him the definitive knowledge to be really sick and by tomorrow it again until the weekend and into next week haul. Because he has to work and because nothing can be so bad that it pulls it from circulation. He does not even have someone to move out. He only has many events that he may miss out on any circumstances.
Joko's hand leaves a however, disappears in the pocket of his white sweater, under which shines forth a plaid shirt, and brings to light some throat drops. As he rightly does not expect it to him that Jan voluntary work, he simply reached for his hand, placed the candy in it and pushes it shut.
"Sorry, non've got so many," he mutters, and thereby denies himself in silent agreement, well soon ', of which he knows that Jan wants to hear it under any circumstances.
A meek Anstandsbedankung a resulting tumble of the proud tongue and disappears quickly and in secret between them. In the angle between Jan's winter jacket and Joko's sweater, sneakers and Jans Joko's slippers on the floor, which was first cleaned by Joko's girlfriend yesterday and eat of the small Mila Marie smooth could. swallow
January must so bad burns everything from heart to neck. The sweet hand he quickly hid in a coat pocket and do not know what he is here. He still has just under three hours and 15 minutes to the show and he knows when he make the effort and look to his iPhone would, he could then read a message from Klaas: Where are you?
Klaas, who in my mind just is not determined by Joko.
"I got to go," mutters one back because of it. No longer pissed and also only half as feeling humiliated as before.
Joko utters an affirmative noise. Meanwhile celebrate Jan's body all the bacilli have a party without compare, pouncing on his tonsils and enjoy his airway and his sinuses. He gets how to touch headache and unconsciously throws more suffering than accusatory glance over to Joko.
"Here's looking at how it is after", this is diplomatic.
Now listen to one! Maybe they Joko is still so honored with his presence. Thank you as well!
Why is there no definite yes or no? Not even Klaas's sake! Klaas Jan would always say yes. Always!
The estimated five drops are roughly of Jan's crushed fingers, as that turns away and this time really leaves the apartment.
a bye, there are between them any more than a hello.
heard behind him to the door again fall into the lock.
What should Klaas say the same? That one was at Joko and has tried in vain, only for his sake?
pulls Since, Jan still more an excuse than an acute diarrhea and vomiting due to too much chocolate and Red Bull from the nose!
When he pushes open the lower door, he is almost as angry as before, when he arrived here. Joko has made him look like an idiot - and then only because Jan is struck him and has therefore given the opportunity. Klaas and he may not pull themselves together!
stupid bum!
stupid, autocratic bum! It is hoped at least for Joko that it knows how fucking happy he can be estimated.
pulls demonstrative Jan fist from his pocket and ignored, that the skin feels even after Joko's touch, the candy just as he throws on the sidewalk, right outside the house. Joko is to be found quietly. January kicked the bucket rather than only the slightest help from Joachim Winterscheidt accept.
The tangled in the pile-up cars are already on fire - regardless of whether Joko tonight will be present or not.
