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Angst ~Fifteen~

*Well, I hope you all enjoy ^_^
-Lexa*

I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, dad's music blasting through the speakers. Surprisingly, this always seems to calm me down. If I'm ever nervous, listening to his music calms me.

"Oh, God, I can't do this." I groaned, hearing laughter from the phone. "Shut up."

"Sie sind Ã¼ber dem bearbeiten Ã¼ber nichts."

I scoffed and shook my head, turning the music down. "Uber nichts? Samy, sie sind nicht in diesem platz gewesen. Sie wissen nicht scheiÃ?e Ã¼ber wie nervÃ¶s ich bin."

"Ich tun sie."

I rolled my eyes, turning into the familiar neighborhood. "Seit dem als Patrick tat kommen Sie dorthin?"

"Ich bin hier fÃ¼r eine weile gewesen."

I parked the car and bit my lip nervously. This wasn't gonna go well, I just knew it. "Gut wÃ¼nschen kerle, mir glÃ¼ck."

"Viel glueck!"

I chuckled and shut off my phone along with the radio. I took a deep breath and got out of the car, taking slow steps up to the porch.

My hand hovered over the buzzer and I instantlly got second thoughts. "Nein, ich kÃ¶nnen sie nicht." I repeated over and over again until I held my breath, pressing down on the buzzer. "ScheiÃ?e, scheiÃ?e, scheiÃ?e, schei-"

"How long are you just gonna stand there and swear?"

My head snapped up, pausing a moment before finishing. "Ã?e"

He laughed and raised an eyebrow, opening the door further. "Want to come in?"

"I...um...yeah." I stuttered and quickly stepped in. In all my 18 years, I swear, I've never been this idiotic.

"How's the hangover?"

I gaped at how casual he was being. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe nothing happened last night. Then again, he could just be avoiding the subject perfectly. "Um...fine. Asprin always helps." I tried to sound as casual as he did but failed miserablely. Again, I've never been this idiotic.

He raised an eyebrow at my nervousness and sat down in one of the chairs. "You need to talk about something?"

"Well..." Now's the perfect time to ask, but why can't I? Yes, it's embarrassing but I can't find out if I don't ask. "What happened last night?"

I held my breath, waiting for a reaction, a chuckle, or anything from him.

Nothing.

"I kissed you, you kissed back, I dropped you off at the hotel and went home. There's really nothing much to tell ya."

I blinked a few times, processing it all in my mind. So he...kissed me? Not the other way around? Well, that was a big weight lifted off my shoulders. But it still didn't make sense. Hell, I'll figure that out later. Let's not put stress on me again.

I nodded simply and sat on the opposite chair, watching as he flipped through the newspaper.

"Oh yeah. North Face is playing at the cinema later tonight. Wanna come?"

I went through my schedule in my head and shrugged. "Who's in it?"

"Let's see...Florian Lukas...Simon Schwarz...Johanna Wokalek...that's really all I remember."

"Sure. I'd love to."

Wait...was I just asked out on a date?

*You're over working yourself over nothing.

Over nothing? Samy, you've never been in this place. You don't know shit about how nervous I am.

I do.

Since when did Patrick get there?

I've been here for a while.

Well, guys, wish me luck.

Good luck!

No, I can't do this.

Shit, shit, shit, sh-

it
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Heh...another shitty ending with no MJ -_- But c'mon, in the story, he's already dead so...it's kind of hard to mention him :/ But don't stop reading because of that, I'll try my best to mention him in the next part =)
-Lexa*

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