AURORA
Thursday, 25th August
Quinn and I were just sitting on the grandstand to watch Quinn's new dear victim when I just looked at the three dots on my phone that shook, which then stopped for a short time and reappeared.
This boy really can't normally write yes or no. Annoyed, I waited for it, after a day without any life signal, an okay finally came.
Unknown:
Come at 14 (Street)
I turned off the phone and leaned back to give Quinn my full attention. "He's number 8." She said proudly like it was her son or something.
I looked ahead and was looking for the number eight when I saw it. The name on the back was not unknown to me, as I thought. I looked at her with a look.
"What?" "That's Zack, you know that he has something with Neyla. You also know what kind of bitch she can be."
"I respect their relationships, I'm not that kind of person. But I can probably simp about him as well, as long as I don't throw my arms around his neck?"
"I don't know if that corresponds to morality." I raised my eyebrow. "Oh yes? There are millions of girls who are after actors, singers, and everything else in this world who also have a girlfriend or a boyfriend, is that reprehensible? Or rather immoral. No! So let me admire him."
On the one hand, she's right. I brace myself and put my elbow on my knee and support my head in my hand. "Fine with me." I rolled my eyes
"Shall we go out for frozen yogurt today? My mother is finally letting me out, and there are new toppings." My mouth is watering. What I would give to be able to go and eat delicious frozen yogurts from Julia, who owns the best shop in town, but I can't.
"I have to do the project, I don't know when this Idiot has time again, I want to use the time he gives me today." "I'll finally get out, and you'll study?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"I need the grade. Next time, I promise." I got up and took my backpack. "And you're going where now?" I looked at my phone. "It's 1:30 I have to meet this Idiot. Are you staying here?" she nods.
"Don't screw up." "Let's see." we smiled at each other, and I was on my way to Ares because I didn't know how long I had to walk.
After 40 minutes, I was finally at Ares's door. It was a tall building with multiple windows and balconies as well. It consisted of normal bricks that looked quite old.
I looked to the left and looked for his name, unfortunately, I don't know his last name. I slapped my forehead with my hand. "I had one job."
I got my phone, which was almost dead because I was listening to music while I was walking. Man, I really have to learn to drive. I went to Ares's number and texted him that I was in front of the door, after a few minutes there was a noise and I pushed the door open.
It smelled like wall paint, and the stairs didn't look very new either. It reminds me of Germany, where the apartments inside were often different than on the outside.
The doors were the same on each floor, one on the left corner, one on the right, and also one in the middle. The dark green door where the paint is already slightly scratched.
When I arrived at the third floor full of breath, the door that was in the middle was open. I didn't know if it was from Ares, I looked at the bell with the name Hall on it.
I stopped outside and knocked, where the door opened slightly wider. "Idiot?" but instead of seeing him, a person came to the door.
"Ahm is Ares here." Mason stands in front of me with a strong stature. "He's taking a shower. Come in." He held the door open for me and I walked in. The apartment was pretty clean, probably he or his mother cleaned it beforehand.
But it was quite small I must say. When you went in, there was a thick wooden beam on my right, where long, thick nails were hammered into it. Ares jackets were hanging on top. "Would you like me to take your jacket off?" I looked at Mason, who was holding his hand out to me.
I quickly pulled off my backpack and then my jacket, which he then hung up on one nail. "Ares doesn't like it when it's dirty." He played on my shoes, which I was still wearing. "Sure, sorry."
I bent down and unlaced the shoes I got from my mother, who used to be hers, but she doesn't need them anymore. I placed them next to the other many shoes that were lying next to the beams.
Except for the three pairs of shoes that are on wooden shelves. They are attached to the wall with strings attached, it looks like swings.
I picked up my backpack and walked into the apartment after Mason. Immediately you could see almost everything that is in an apartment, living room, and kitchen together, no wall or anything else separates them from each other.
If you look straight ahead you can see three large windows showing the view from the third floor, which doesn't look that great right now because there is another house next to it, except for the last window which is the only one with a nice view out.
The walls with the windows are like I saw outside. But these bricks look cleaner.
Everything is chaotic here, what I mean is that the Furniture is not really the same. In the kitchen, two white large smoothing cabinets hang over the counter, the counter finished in black wood. Fruits and spices are there for decoration.
Almost in the corner is a fridge that looks like it's from the 90s. I would say almost a few centimeters are separated between him and the big window.
"Do you want something to drink?" I looked at Mason. He walks to the fridge and opened it. "There's coke, beer, or water." "Water please." He nodded and took a glass out of the white cupboard to make water out of the sink in there.
He came to me with the glass and held it out to me. "I hope the water is okay." I nodded with my head. He handed me the glass and sat down on the dark gray couch which wasn't wide or long, it stood on four thin sticks and was quite small.
Mason seems genuinely nice, although many describe him as cold and condescending, looking down on others. He's just closed off, I would say, but that's not a bad thing, everyone needs time to get used to others, sometimes longer than others.
Apparently, he rarely or never does it. I drank my water and moved a bit, so I wouldn't awkwardly stand in the middle of the hallway. I placed my half-drunk glass on the white table, where newspaper, candles, flowers, and also fruit lay in a fruit bowl.
That's what I meant everything is a different kind of thing, every chair at the table is different one plastic which has no color the other brown with some stuffing, and the other is just white. Under the whole table is a carpet that looks the same as the one in the living room under the couch and table.
They both had that Orient Art on them.
On the first wall between the first and second windows is a big palm tree, on the second a lamp and on the wall a guitar. Under the third window, many books lie on top of each other.
I walked over there and looked at them. I would have thought everything, but that Ares read? "Are they all his?" I picked up one and looked at Mason, who was just putting his cup on the glass table.
"Ares likes to read, he just denied it often." I looked at the book, Little Woman. I've seen a lot in life, but that guy who has Little Woman in his books is new to me.
"Can I?" I pointed to the light blue chair across from me. He nodded as I walked around the table and sat on it.
It was quiet in the room, except for the water noise in the background, behind the one wooden door you could hear absolutely nothing. Mason had his eyes on the one magazine and occasionally sipped the coffee that was in the cup.
I was really bored, just looking out the window that was in front of me, and luckily it was the one with the view. So we sat there until someone knocked on the door and the bell rang often.
Rolling his eyes, Mason put the magazine aside on the couch and stood up. "This idiot really can't stop doing this shit."
I watch as he walks towards the door, his steps slow like he already knows who it is. Just like the attitude to open the door.
"Mason, I have some damn good news." Zeth burst into the apartment through the door, he didn't see me and immediately turned to Mason, who closed the door.
"Shoes." He pointed to the muddy shoes Zeth was wearing. Zeth picked up his foot and quickly pulled them off.
"Well, I talked to Charlie and..." then he saw me. "Hey, Aurora! What are you doing here?" I didn't know how to react. Should I get up and hug him, shake hands? No, that would be too old-fashioned. So I just smiled.
"I have to do a project with an idiot." "Idiot?" "Ares." Mason walked up to him and said it over Zeth's shoulder since he was just taller than him even though they were twins.
I don't know how many times it has to happen to me that I call him an idiot in front of his someone the way I really call him in my head, but on the one hand, I don't really care because I really don't see the point of saying his name.
"It's new someone calling him like that, but it doesn't matter now." There was silence until Mason smacked Zeth's head and said, "Talk, Nerd."
Zeth's hand immediately went to the back of his head where Mason hit him. I tried not to laugh. "Okay, don't hit me right away." He rolled his eyes.
"So Charlie set us up a gig." Mason's right corner of his mouth lifted, for the first time, I realized he has dimpled like Zeth.
Mason quickly grabbed Zeth under his arm and rubbed his fist on the top of his head. "You're finally useful to me after all these years."
"Gig? I didn't know you guys had a band." I don't know as much as I thought, but that explains the guitar on the wall from Ares.
"Yeah, I'm the bass player, Mason plays drums and Ares plays guitar," Zeth told me. "How long have you guys been playing?" Zeth jumped over the headboard of the couch and answered me with a three-year-old question.
"How long have you been playing the drums?" I looked at Mason, so I could get him into the conversation. "I don't know what that matters." there's the guy everyone's talking about.
Mason looks sideways and no longer at us. "And you? How long have you been playing bass?" Zeth thinks about it, but Mason won't let that happen. "Okay, that's enough, we have to go." He crossed his arms and then walked to the hallway to put on his shoes and jacket.
"Man, Mason, don't be such an asshole. Let's wait with her." Zeth stood up. "Come on, mom wants to have dinner with us today, forget?" Zeth turned to me with a desperate sigh. "I'm sorry, we have to go." "It's fine. I don't want to stop you."
I watched as Zeth slipped into the shoes he had just taken off a few minutes ago, Mason put on his leather jacket as he then picked up a helmet.
It looked a lot like a motorcycle helmet. "See you then." I nodded to Zeth who smiled in visible custom and then walked Mason through the door, which slammed shut.
I exhaled heavily, now I'm alone. I went to my backpack, took out my phone, and went to each instantly, which I never actually do.
The one thing I find boring on Instagram is the stories, but when I get bored, I catch myself scrolling through them anyway.
Nothing interesting can be seen, just Quinn getting her frozen yogurt with Dylan anyway. I responded to the story with, Traitor. So I unlocked my phone and put it down next to me.
My gaze returned to the books stacked under the window. I walk over and took a closer look at them. I took the book I had earlier.
Little Woman, I've heard about it and seen the movie with Timothée Chalamet, but holding the book in my hands is really cool.
I opened it slightly but had to close it again because I heard the door, I did realize that the water was no longer listening. I put the book down and straightened up. "What are you doing?" gives Ares a look with a raised eyebrow.
"I was looking out the window." I lied. This Idiot only had a towel around his waist, his body was pretty good and still a little bit wet. The tattoos don't help either.
I turned quickly to stop looking at his body. "What, have you never seen a body?" "Just get dressed and come, I don't have time for this."
"Give me five minutes." I rolled my eyes and sat back down as Ares walked in the other door.
We've been sitting in the living room for three hours. It's getting hard to concentrate with Ares playing his guitar next to me. "Does it have to be? Do you have something to do? Like what I came here for?"
He looks sideways at me, an eye roll escaping him. He put the guitar down and stood up. "Where are you going again? I won't do it alone."
His way was to the room and back again. When he held three sheets of paper in his hand. "Here." I took the paper from his hand and looked at it.
"How long do you have it?" I asked angrily and let the pages continue, that's already too good for someone like him.
"Yesterday." "And yet you left me sitting here for three damn hours? I could have been gone by now."
"You really wanted to come here. You mean that you want this partner work so much, and you got it now. Nobody is forcing you to stay here."
"Do you know that you're an asshole. I mean, such an asshole, really." I put my hair behind my ear and collected the individual things from me, which lay on the glass table.
Angry, I packed them in my backpack, no matter if they were messy or tidy, the main thing was to get them out of here. "Don't stress yourself so much. You got what you wanted. Don't bother me now."
"Now am I the one annoying you? You could tell from the start that you had these fucking project done, and I'd be gone by now."
"You're taking this thing a little too seriously." He walked past me to his guitar and made some chords again.
"I'm sorry that I just want to achieve something in life and not just sit here like you and do absolutely nothing for my future." He stopped playing. I saw his grip on the guitar tighten.
"You have all? Then get out of here. You know where the door is." I put my backpack over my back. "I couldn't have endured it here any longer." so I ran to these stupid bars, took my jacket and shoes, and walk out with a shut of the door.
I pulled out my phone and look for Dylan's number while putting my shoes on.
"What's up?" I just wanted to answer, but Dylan didn't hear me because right then my phone went dead. "Fuck." I took my phone and just like the stuff in idiot apartment. Something always has to happen to me.
I put on my other shoe and also my jacket, so I can go downstairs.
It was dark outside and cold. The orange-colored light of the street lanterns led down on me. I looked from left to right to stand where I have to go to get home.
The school is 30 minutes from my house, so if I walk back, I have to turn around at some point. It will be okay.
I grabbed my backpack tightly and then walk the same way I got here. The bad thing is not only the darkness I'm a bit scared of because of the crime films I watched, but also that I just felt a drop.
I was hoping so much that it was just one person throwing water out of their window, or even spitting I wouldn't care, but when I felt the next one and then another, my hope for the disgusting spitting human was over.
So it started raining, I'm walking without music, in the dark, what's worse can happen? "Hey, you!" fuck you universe.
I ignore the men who whistled after me like I was a fucking dog. After a while, I saw a car drive past me, when the next one stopped while I was walking.
Please be Dylan with a good car. Or just a nice person. Preferably a woman who also gives me KFC. The window went down.
"Get in." I looked at the idiot behind the wheel, following my steps with the car. "Like hell! It's all your fault." "How can it be my fault that you don't drive a car? Where am I supposed to know that from? Everyone drives a car or at least a bicycle."
"I'm just walking, so what? Now go." "Get in now." he really doesn't give up. "Why should I? You don't even like me." "Yeah, but you're still a girl. Even though I hate you, I don't think you should walk down a street like this alone in the dark. But you deserve the rain."
I stop what the car did. I turned and looked through the window at Ares. "Drive slow okay." "Who drives fast in the rain?" "Just drive slow."
"Okay. God, you're annoying." I opened the car door and got in. I quickly buckled my seat
belt. "You're soaked." He put his jacket
around me. "Just Drive." he rolls his eyes and drives off.
My heart took a beating, I panicked and my grip tightened on the bracket I found.
"Where should I go?" I couldn't get a word out, it was as if my voice was gone. I'm scared, even if he drives really slowly I'm scared of what will happen because he also drove slowly and still I felt water around me more than the rain can produce.
"Here," I said fast. I conceded to my breathing. I get claustrophobic in this car just watching the drops ricochet off the window.
Ares finally stopped. I quickly unbuckled myself and ran out of the car. I stopped at the door and looked at him. "Thanks."
"Stop thanking me. We're still opponents, don't forget it." "I won't forget something like that. Even if you can be nice for once in your life." so I closed the door and heard in the background how idiot drove away. It wasn't just a car, it was a real sports car, but what does a sports car owner do in such a small apartment with not even one thing the same?
I ran to the door and knocked.