Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

34. Peter / Anders - Bischofshofen - Day of competition

"That would be great!" Peter replied and shoveled the last of his cereal into his mouth and ran into the hallway to pack his things.

"Oh, and Bozidar-"

"I'll pick up Nika later. Don't worry, "Peter heard his father rustling with the newspaper, and a short while later, a loud smacking sound came from the kitchen that told Peter that his parents were just saying goodbye to each other with some kisses.

"Food for the boys is in the microwave. See you later, darling, "he heard his mother's affectionate voice as she hurried down the hall and frantically checked her watch. "Okay, but now, we really need to hurry."

Stirred up, Peter stared through the darkness at the ceiling. Plucked his blanket into the right place. Annoyed, he plumped up his pillow. And lied down again. Closed his eyes. Opened them again. Grabbed his alarm clock. 01:01o'clock. Laid it back again. A car drove by on the road in front of the hotel. It let shadows dance on the ceiling. Broke the monotone silence for a short time.

Why hadn't he notice? Or didn't he want to notice? How many times had he had that vague feeling in his stomach? The slight plucking of his subconscious mind, that had wanted to make him think more about it? About the gazes? The way Daniel looked at his little brother. How Domen had looked at the Norwegian suddenly, if they had met each other outside of the sport. The way they interacted. Daniel's hand, which had accidentally touched Domens hand, but remained a few seconds too long.

Restless, he rolled over on his side again. He forced himself to close his eyes so that he would at least have a few more hours of restful sleep. Opened them again. Grabbed his alarm clock. 01:03 clock. Laided himself back on his back. Stared up to the ceiling. Crazy as time went by.

He wished he could turn back time. With his knowledge of now. Then many things would've been different. Then he wouldn't have reacted that way today. Had Domen not just kick out. He didn't even know what possessed him. But the thing with Daniel... It had blown a fuse. What had he done?

Tired, Peter turned to the other side. Staring at the closet, where their jump suits hung. He turned around almost immediately, because the suits reminded him of his failure. And its consequences. He had been so busy being jealous of Domen, that he hadn't noticed.

Sighing, Peter rubbed his eyes. Let his arms fall back onto his blanket. His nerves were strained to the utmost. He was dead tired, though he was wide awake. He wriggled to the side again.

"What's going on?", Jurij's voice sounded across the room.

"You're awake," Peter replied in surprise, staring at the dark blanket next to him. Recognized the outlines as Jurij turned to him.

"Yeah ... as if I am able to sleep with that noise?", Jurij muttered sleepily and yawned.

"Which noise? Did you dream weird? "-

"Your thinking sounds so loudly across the room, it's a wonder I'm not deaf yet," Jurij said dryly, yawning again.

"No, um ... I just can't sleep. That's all, "Peter played down the issue, simply because he always did. Because he had his problems under control.

"And is this insomnia more due to your self-imposed compulsive break or to your brother?" Jurij asked unimpressed.

"I told you-" -

"That's nothing that can't be solved with a bit of time," Jurij finished sighing.

"Exactly." -

"But you've often said that lately, but you never really sounded convinced by yourself," Jurij objected.

"Maybe. There are just a lot of things, buzzing around in my mind, "Peter admitted in a tone that made Jurij understand he wouldn't give any further information. It was nobody's business.