Forever With You - 3

When I woke up that morning, I had no idea of how long I'd actually slept. I finally managed to inspire myself magically, to go downstairs for breakfast. Once I got out of my bed, rather, my chair that night, I waltzed into the bathroom, fixed my hair into a bun, washed my face to get the black eyeliner and mascara stains off my face. It took me a terrifyingly long half an hour to get into a decent condition, and walk down the stairs, still in my pajamas.

Once I got downstairs, it was clear to me, why I had slept in that backbreaking chair that night. I had completely forgotten! I saw the smiling faces of four grown guys - I really can't call them men (!) - staring up at me in awe, since I was half way down the stairs, and barely dressed.

'Good morning' chimed the four voices, and I had barely opened my eyes, but I still saw that they were all only wearing their boxers. I mean, to see Georg like this was normal, he's my brother, but the other three I had never seen like this before.
'Hmm.' I grunted, waved my arm for someone to get my coffee, and toppled over onto the comfy chair, just opposite the packed dining table. 'GEORG!....COFFEE!...Please!' I said, really not in the mood, seeing as my morning mood had taken over. I switched the TV on, and flicked through the channels.

'Dude, are you gonna take her that coffee or not? She looks kind of pissed.' Gustav said and Georg gave the coffee to Bill, who passed it on to Tom.
'You take it. C'mon!' Bill said.
'Okay, I'm going.' Tom retorted. He walked behind me, and sat on the chair parallel to mine, after passing me my coffee.
'Thanks. I need this now. You know, if I hadn't broken my arm, and you weren't my brothers friend, I would have totally tipped you out of my bed last night.' I concluded, and blew on the flaming coffee.
'Sorry. I thought it was Georg's room.'

'Georg has Brad Pitt's posters on his wall? I didn't know that.' I replied, having one of my famous stupid moments, again!
'Haha, no, I was just messing with you. I was the last to go to bed, so I came to your room, since the others were occupied.'
'I know. I'm kidding. Well, anyway...' I started, but instead of finishing my sentence the way I wanted to, I ended it with an ear splitting scream....I had just poured flaming coffee all over my bare legs!

'SHIT! AH!! SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!' I screamed and ran to the bathroom, to pour cold water over my legs. Georg ran in after me, closed the door, and waited in there with me. I sat there, in freezing water, in my micro pajama shorts, and my half naked brother, for about 15 minutes. After that, he announced that he had to go, and so I stayed there alone.
I got out, and dried my legs, put on clean clothes that didn't stink of coffee, consisting of new shorts, and my favorite 'Sum 41' t-shirt, and went to clean up my mess.
'It's okay. We cleaned it up.' Bill and Gusti said, and I gave them both a hug and thanked them.

'You should get something on that' Gustav said, and threw Georg a cream he had just dug out of the cupboard. ' Try that,'
''Dr. Gustav to the rescue.' I joked, and we all laughed, even though this wasn't a very funny subject..
'Here. I'll do that.' Georg said, and rubbed the cream into my upper and lower left leg, which was flaming red, like a sun burnt lobster!
'Thanks, guys. Shouldn't you be heading to the caffe? Jewels will be pissed at you.' I said, but they shut me up, and they were in no rush,that Jewels could wait and that they were waiting for Tom, anyway.

I went to my room, upstairs, and was about to crash onto my bed, when I found Tom in it, reading one of my random teen girl magazines.
'DUDE! GET OUT ALREADY!' I hissed, but Tom just shifted a bit, and pulled me down onto the little single bed. I felt really uncomfortable, partially because we were just lying there like gaylords, and also because neither of us was normally dressed. 'Do you plan on getting out of my bed?' I added, but he just said 'Uh-Uh. No way.', and I instantly gave up any negotiations, and tried to get off the bed. I was of course, prevented in doing so, because Tom pulled me back, and I ended up on top of him, blushing like a strawberry. Before I know it, he kissed me, and within a few minutes it was over. And yes, a few MINUTES.

It was the best 3 minutes of my life, even though a chain of spit hung from out lips when they parted. We didn't really care, and continued kissing. This only went on for a few more minutes, and was interrupted when Bill entered the room, jumped back from surprise, and ended up on the floor, after tripping himself on one of my shoes.
'Oh My God!' Oh Jeez! SO SORRY!' I screamed, and ran to get him up, with Tom's help. We couldn't really do anything because we were giggling and chuckling, even choking, whilst trying to accomplish that.
'It's fine! I'm fine! That's not why I'm shocked though...What were you two doing anyway?!' Bill said, and his voice crackled a bit, and was shaky and uneasy when he spoke the last words.

'Nothing. Nothing! Absolutely nothing. Just, you know, chilling...Like...like turtles!' Tom and I said in unison, and stared at each other, as if we were telepathic, when we were actually acting like mentally retarded people.
'Yeeeah...Listen, Ena, I've just gotta tell Georg...' Bill started but was cut off by me, when I hissed 'Oh, no, don't tell him anything! PLEASE'....but Bill just continued, 'That we're going to watch a school play, that is being put on in Gustav's sister's school....?' He finished but hesitated. I nodded, gave him a hug, and went downstairs, to get some coke...Cold drinks are the way, at least they can't burn you!

^ While Ena was downstairs ^

'So. What were you doing anyway? She's younger than you. You do know that it's illegal to have sexual relations with anyone under 18, when you're 18?' Bill said, putting on the act of a father figure, that clearly didn't put down Tom's self admiration, and moral.
'Nothing.'
'Yeah. Kissing your band mate's sister, is really nothing.'
'OKAY!...If you know why are you asking?' Tom snapped.
'Because!... I felt like it. Plus, I am your brother...brothers act like that!' Bill concluded, leaving Tom, who just so happens to be older than him, speechless, but furious.
'Anyway, who said we were going to have 'THE S WORD'?..and no were not gonna shit together...' Tom snapped, and didn't expect an answer from Bill, but nevertheless, Bill replied.

'Okay! I get it! Just relax!...ANYWAY! Switch the subject...Why were you lying on the bed together?'
'Uh-uh. You're not going there. And I'm not about to tell you.'
'FINE!'
'GUYS!' Georg's voice bellowed from downstairs. 'WERE ALL GOING TO THE CAFFE! HURRY UP DUDES!'
'COMING!' the twins chimed, and made their way downstairs, to find us all dressed and ready, instruments strapped on our backs, well, Gustav had 2 pairs of drumsticks, and Georg had his Bass...I had my skateboard...I guess I could skate with their music in the background...(hmm?)

'Are you going to take your stuff?' I asked Tom, and he responded by picking up his guitar, which I didn't even see behind the sofa. 'Where are we going, by the way?' I asked, since I didn't hear anything, as of this morning.
'To the Music Caffe. We're gonna play some songs.' Gustav replied.
'WAIT! Now?!?! What caffe?' I retorted, hissing at all of them.
'Yeah, now. "Paulies Bar".' they all chimed.
'Right...Well, I'm not going! No chance!' I snapped.
'WHY?! I mean, we need support, you know...?' Bill and Tom said, and I could feel myself blushing.

'I-I-I can't. All my friends go there, and I, apparently, don't belong in the skater clique after breaking my arm...I just can't show up there like that!' I said, making my decision final. I opened the door, and let the guys out, whilst I went to the skate park, which was critically close to Paulies' Bar.
'I'll come later..If I feel like it.' I texted Georg, and he called back, demanding explanations, and I thought as if he was staring at me, his eyes piercing through me, looming strangely around me. 'Georg. I just told you! I don't want to go! OKAY?! Can't you let me make my own choice?! FOR BLOODY ONE TIME!' I shouted and hung up. Gosh, brothers. Sometimes great, most of the time, great pains in the ass...

I felt that I was making the worst decision of my life, not going to that Bar today, but I just knew that I couldn't be able to face the members of the skater clique, without embarrassing myself, or without feeling left out.
What has this injury done to me? Oh, I'll tell you! It's made me the undesirable one in my clique, it's also made me the one 'who always has an excuse for not turning up', and for some reason it's also made me a wannabe. WHY WOULD I INJURE MYSELF ON PURPOSE?! Maybe I should go to the bar after all. Stand up to those freaks. Show them who the real me is....

'Geeeooooorg. I'm coming. To the bar I mean. Who else is there though?!?! Reply NOW! X :D' I typed and clicked 'send'..Waiting for his reply might have been the worst moments of my life. Luckily, it came quick. Huh, I really do have a reliable brother!
'It's just me and the guys, we're in front of the bar....Lucky for you, it's closed!. We're not gonna be playing today. Come anyway, I've got something to tell you. X:)'

'Coming. Be there in 10mins, rush hour sucks.' I replied and set off in the other direction. Who knew covering 1km could take SO LONG. I managed to get to the bar in time, and found my brother and the guys surrounded by a swarm of girls. What was this?! Since when did they have so many fans? Were they even fans? Or were they just desperate for attention? My prediction for the 'after party' was that Tom was going to be getting some so-called action, and that the rest would be sitting there, drinking, and dying of boredom. In this process, they would be joined, by me.

'Georg. Georg. GEORG. GEORG!'
'What. What! WHAT?!' He said, joking of course. Well, at least I thought he was in the 'joking mood'.
'What the hell is happening?'
'Oh nothing really. Just a whole load of girls...And us. I guess you know what that leads to, eventually.'
'No Georg, do you seriously think that I'm going to let you go around and bang all of these girls?' I retorted, standing by my final decision firmly.

'Ena, not BANG! We're probably just going to have a few rounds. Nothing serious. Chill sis, I wouldn't let you down that way. Ever. You know that, right?' Georg said, and I instantly gave him a hug, and burst into tears.
'I-I-I'm s-s-so sor-ry. I sh-sh-should 'av-ve trusted you. D-do you for-rgive m-m-me?' I sniffed. I seriously doubt he understood this little sentimental speech of mine, but it still felt good, the fact that I got it out of me.

'Shh, shh, it's okay, don't worry. Hey, let's go back home. We don't really need to be here' he comforted me, and I felt secure, locked away, where nobody could harm me. 'Let me just go say laters to the boys.' and that secure feeling went away. I could not believe that I had just broken down, emotionally, in front of 3 guys, that will NEVER be out of my life, because of the way that they were 'tight' with my brother.
Great. Another success at embarrassment by the ultimately retarded, me.
'Is, is she CRYING? How old is she!? Hahaaa...' I heard some girls walk by and pay me a pretty rude and vulgar comment. I just turned around, wiped the tears off my face and snapped 'Hey, you. Yeah, you there, the sluttish one! I'll get closer to them than you ever will, so I guess you should stop trying. Go back to the streets, bang some old man, do whatever you want. But don't you dare, insult me!'

'Oooh, I'm scared. What are you, like 5? Stop trying to act all grown up, it ain't working.' She snapped back, equally sharp, and equally ready to strike back again.
'Shut up you cow. What are you, like 50? Stop trying to be young. You'd be better off getting plastic surgery. Seriously. Your face is so caked up in make-up, that I bet nobody has even seen you. Oh wait, actually that's a good thing. They'd rather die than see your face.' I turned around, ready to walk away, when I turned around and said 'Oh by the way, I'm 16.'

'No wonder. I thought I recognized you.'
'Wait, just because I'm 16, you recognized me? Dude, that makes no sense. You know what, I don't really care. Guys, can we go now?' I argued, but eventually gave up. She wasn't worth anything. Oh, and who was she?
'Ena. ENNAA! We're going. Aren't you coming?!' I heard Bill and Gustav yell from a few meters away. Of course, Tom was nowhere to be seen.