Crush
Summary- When a Saukerl threw a pack of mud to a Saumensch, what else would you expect but a hint of warm feeling?
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"How about a kiss, Saumensch?"
A Saukerl stood waist deep in a stretch of icy blanket of water. His brown eyes blinked away the dizziness that swept over him. A kiss. All he ever wanted was a kiss. From a Saumensch.
And not even the bone-crushing grip of Mother Nature or the firm clutch of Death could take away the wishful look in the eyes of the boy with hair the colour of lemons.
Could Liesel see it? Did she sense his desperate need for her chapped lips? Maybe she did. He did save The Whistler after all. But in her blue eyes, she only saw the thin figure of her foolish neighbour. She only saw Jesse Owens running in a coat of coal. She only saw a Saukerl.
If only she would let out the inner lover inside her, just for that one moment. Oh, if only! Would Rudy be surprised, would Liesel taste a pair of blue, icy lips instead of dusty, bomb hit ones? Would The Whistler be the shivering witness of this young crush?
But Liesel kept her lips to herself. And Rudy buried his hopes, and would carry it to his grave. He would die dreaming of those lips...
Do you ever think when we're all alone?
All that we could be, where this thing could go
Am I crazy of falling in love?
Is this real or just another crush?
How about a kiss, Saukerl?