Chapter 2

(Mood: Monster~red Velvet( english Demo Version))

"And when the sky falls down on us, you'll catch me and carry me down to hell."

Sarah

Three more glasses follow and I'm happy, that the chair seems to hold me from falling. I'm looking around in the room, to find the two from before again, because it's much more fun than pretanding I am interested in conversations about pegged Charitys or shares. But I can't find the two again, so I just drop my head onto my arms lying on the bar table and I look like I don't belong here-well, I do not anyway. Another guy sits down onto the bar chair next to me and orders the same drink as I did, only that I think it's his first one. I don't know why, but in that moment, in which I am sitting here, horribly bored, I'm kind of amused by this coincidenc.

„Hi", I say in a note, that is very odd to me. The stranger turns around to me and looks at me questioning. „Hi."

„The first one."

„What, really?", I'm bending my head.

„Yeah, the second one is...sick.", my counterpart makes a face and laughs. „Would you rather take the second one?", he checks.

„No!...yes...", we start laughing again, which partly is the alcohol, but otherwise also, because it feels so carefree to laugh with a person, who you barely know. „Do you know for what this party even is? Because I really do not have a plan."

„I...no, I don't have a clue, sorry. My mother told me that she throwed this party out of very specific reasons, but-I think she just made something up?", the stranger leans back and rests his elbows on the ground. He looks unlikely good, when I view him from the side like that. But not even drunk I can persuade myself to share my thoughts- it's maybe better like that. He looks into the emptyness and I don't even realize, that I didn't say something for such a long time, that he's looking back at me, looking for an answer or a reaction. I'm blushing much too fast and I direct my gaze to the ground while I'm answering, to hide it.

„O, I didn't know, your living here."

„How should you ?"

"Wow, I've been here many times to events, but I never knew who's living here. Crazy, isnt't it?"

„Crazy", he says in a very cute way and snatches with his tongue. I take a sip of the wine-bottle standing in front of me on the ground and cross my legs to sit cross-legged. In the meantime it got very dark, the sun is almost set and the only lights burning outside here are in the pool next to us and some weak ones at the house wall. Slowly all people from outside are going into the big house and disappear behind the large glass-doors, in front of whose panes hang huge dark curtains. Soon we're sitting here all alone at the edge oft he pool and ask each other random questions, until our conversation gets more and more melancholical.

„And your parents? Are they like mine?", the question is strangely asked, because the wine-bottle, which was previously half-full, is now already empty and next to a second full one. But he seems to understand the meaning.

„Yeah, so no...so I guess you just can't say parents.", I lie down onto the ground and look at him.

„Now I'm curious, tell me.", our faces are really close to each other.

„Well.", he drinks out of our wine-bottle, then he lies down next to me again and looks into the nightsky, I look at him. „My mother married a man. They had a baby, that's me. My father was condemned, because of homicide...", I interrupt him:

„Homicide of whome?"

„Of anyone. I don't know. My mother married again, I don't like her husband. My dad's still in prison. End of the story."

"Is this everything?", I ask after a couple of quiet seconds.

„What? Too boring?", he asks and sits up, I do the same. „No. Just...short." Again I drink out of the bottle in between us, a much too big sip, which brings me to a much too dumb idea. Reasonless I start to giggle-I'm so weird when I'm drunk.

„Let's go swimming.", I say as my childish giggleing stops.

„What, here?", the weirdo looks questioning to the pool and I nod eagerly-or at least the person who just took over my body does. I stand up from my sitting-place, without thinking I jump into the pool, from which I lay only inches away for a few seconds and never had thought of an idea like that. The water feels like ice on my skin, but the mildness of the summernight makes it possible for me to quickly get used to the temperature. I dive up again and I can feel, how my mascara and my eyeliner runs down my cheek and how my dress threatens to pull me down under the water again. I'm looking at the stranger, who's still sitting on the tiles in front of the pool, with raised eyebrow.

„You're coming or what?" He rolls his eyes for a moment, then stands up and without getting rid of any, weighing down clothes, jumps with a pike from the edge of the pool into the water. Just out of principe I start a childish water battle, but didn't think he starts fighting back-well, he does- and the water doesn't feel like ice on my skin anymore, but more like a pleasent cooling. It wets my entire body and the whole damn dress-o, how much I hate on it. I even like it better in wet.

I don't know how it could come so far, but suddenly our faces are incredibly close, even though I can remember, that we were meters away from each other some seconds ago. The person, who was a stranger to me before that night is so close to me now, that I could imagine to know him for years and just forgot about it. And then he touches my cheek with his thumb, the touch burns on my skin. My whole body seems to burn, when I slowly lean forward to kiss him. Somewhere between those greyish eyes and the way his lips feel like on mine, I get lost.