One sided RusTralia 10.06.2014
When did it happen? When did I start to have butterflies in my stomach whenever my eyes caught sight of him? When did I start to turn into a blushing mess whenever i was thinking about kissing him? When THE HELL did i start thinking about KISSING him? When did I fall in love with my best friend? I don't know...
The fact that most of the other countries fear him always kind of thrilled me. I love danger, it reminds me of my home. Though I have to say that Ivan is far from dangerous; he's more like a big cuddly wombat. He's actually pretty sensitive...
A sudden ringing noise ripped me out of my day dreaming. I comletely forgot that I was in class... I packed my stuff and since it was lunch break I went to the schoolyard, where I hoped to meet Ivan. He has been a little bit weird lately, always spacing out and humming weird tunes...
I felt a smile spread over my face as i spotted my best friend/ crush, aka Ivan Braginski. I wanted to jog over to him, but stopped in my tracks once i saw that he was talking to Alfred F. Jones. Al is something like my stepbrother, but we don't really have much to do with each other. I wasn't able to make out what they were saying, but Al looked slightly confused. Ivan then took Als hand, stepped a little bit closer to him and whispered something in his ear. Al suddenly made a disgusted face, pulled his hand out of Ivans grasp and took a step back. His expression turned into an angry one. He then spat at Ivans shoes, hissed something that seemed to be far from nice and marched into the opposite direction. For a moment Ivan just stood there, gazing after him. All of a sudden his shoulders started to shake and he sank to his knees. I hurried over, squatted down and embraced him into a tight hug. He burried his face in my neck and started to sob quietly. „He doesn't like me, Jett. He said it is sickening when a man is in love with a man. He said that I'm disgusting." I felt tears prick in my eyes. Alfred did not only steal my one true loves heart, but he also broke it and stomped it into the ground. „Don't belive what he said, you're neither sickening, nor disgusting. You're perfect." I patted his back. „Lets go to my dorm room, I guess we should skip the rest of the school day." I pulled him up, took his hand and led him to my room. I was glad that my little brother was still in class. We went to my sofa and snuggled into a corner. „You should try to forget him." „But I can't, I'm still in love with him..." I felt a piercing pain in my chest. „I was afraid that you would say this. Just... just try to not get too worked up over what he said, ok? You're perfect and he's not worth it..." „I'll try... You know Jett, you're really the best friend one could wish for..." He snuggled a little bit closer and soon fell asleep. I started to play with his hair. I always knew that we would't end up together, but it still hurts. I mean he does love me, but not the same way I love him. He loves me as a friend. His best friend. But I will never stop loving him. It's pretty much like something a certain german friend of mine once said. He said: „Wo die Liebe hinfällt schlägt sie sich die Knie wund." Where love happens it easily starts to hurt.