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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.

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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 ...




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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.