"Samaia's sick again?" Edward asks surpised when I tell him the news. "Geez, pal. That doc of hers must be seeing her more than you do these days. Make sure he doesn't run off with her. Hahaha… Au!" Jared gets a whack on the back of his head from Edward. "Drop it, Jared. This is really hard for Ralf. He hasn't seen Samaia for three weeks now. He must really miss her. I can't imagine how he survives without her, I couldn't do it, anyway," Edward says and he gives Natalie a kiss on top of her head, which causes his girlfriend to blush before she replies. "I think you'll do fine without me, Edward. You'll have great friends."

"But guys, really, I'm fine. I was planning to drop by at her place this afternoon. Whether she would be sick or not," I say, trying to change the subject. I don't feel like talking about this now. It is true that I haven't seen my girl in quite some time, but I trust her, and that doctor of her is really too old for her… why am I thinking like this?

"Tight plan, pal. Tell that chick the truth!" Jared says cocky and I whack Jared on his head as a reply. "Grow up, Jared," I say calmly and everyone laughs, my friends and 'the others' all the same.


Chapter 2.
How one silly thing started this mess.


'This is the place. Geez, I should have visited her a long time ago. I hope she will forgive me.' I walk towards the front door of Samaia's home, and ring the bell once. No response, which is strange. Normally Angela would have opened the door for me by now.
Oh, that reminds me, you don't know who Angela is, of course. Angela is the Lambrouch' household maid. –You ask: A MAID! O.o - Yes, a maid. Samaia's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lambrouch, are pretty rich and when I say pretty I mean pretty damned rich.

And then, just when I'm about to ring the bell again, someone opens the front door for me. A blond boy, wearing an orange with black tracksuit comes running out of the house and bumps right into me. He manages to maintain his balance while I fall down on the ground. "Whoa. Sorry, buddy," he says, "hadn't seen you standing there. Are you a friend of Samaia's?" The boy holds out his hand to help me get back on my two feet. I gladly accept his offer and while I'm dusting down my clothes I glace at him to get an idea of who I'm dealing with. He's around the same age I am, same length and he has six scars on his face, on each cheek three. They look just like the whiskers of a cat.

"Naruto! Where are you?" someone from within the giant villa screams. A girl with half long pink hair steps outside the house. "Oh. Hey Sakura. I just bumped into someone. Sorry," the blond boy answers. "What, a friend of Samaia's?" the pink haired girl asks. They ignore me completely which gives me a chance to give this all a quick thought.

"I think so. He hasn't said a word yet," the blond boy, apparently named Naruto, tells the girl. "Well, anyway. We should get going. We brought Samaia home, just like we had to. Kakashi-sensei will wonder where we are," the pink haired girl says and she walks away from the house. "Alright, later buddy," Naruto says to me and he follows the girl "Hey! Wait! WAIT!" I scream, but they don't respond to my commands.

'Who where those guys?' I think and a sudden chill runs down my spine. ' Oh crap! SAMAIA!' I run inside the house, up the stairs and straight to Samaia's bedroom. "Samaia!"

"Ralf?" I run straight into my girlfriend and we both fall, me on top of her. "Oempf… Samaia I…" I can't continue talking when I see what Samaia, who is lying underneath me, is wearing. A top and a tracksuit, not something you normally wear when you're sick. "What's going on? I thought you were sick," I say.

"Ralf, get off of me!" she demands without giving me an answers, but she won't get away with this that easily. "No, you will first answer my question! Who were those people just now and what were they talking about? And why the hell aren't you sick in bed?" I say, my voice is sounding angry and I can't control it at all. "Those people were Sakura and Naruto, two friends of mine from Japan. And why would you care?" she asks almost as angry as I, only her anger is much bigger. I suddenly hear footsteps approaching us. "What is going on here?" says the familiar voice of Samaia's mother. "Oh, hey Mrs. Lambrouch," I say with a respectful tone, at least I think it is respectful.

'Oh great, just what I needed.' Samaia's mother enters the room of her daughter to find us in this position. "Mum!" Samaia says surprised when she sees her mother. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Samaia, I just don't like her mother. That bitch hates my guts anyway. Now picture this situation through her eyes: the boy she doesn't like, but still is her daughter's boyfriend, on top of her sick and weak daughter. What would your first reaction be? … exactly!


We're all sitting around the kitchen table. Samaia and her mother on one side and I, alone, on the other side, with only an awkward silence between us. Although, silence might be the wrong word. There is silence between me and Samaia, yes, but Samaia's mother, on the other hand, has been lecturing and scolding me for several minutes now, not that I heard much of her babbling. I just wish the lady shuts up and leaves me and Samaia alone, so I can talk to my girlfriend, 'cause this won't solve anything at all. "Ralf are you listening to me?" says Mrs. Lambrouch strict, like she's talking to a bad behaving 5 year old. My hands form fists and I grind my teeth. I can't take this much longer. "Ralf?"

I plant my hands firmly on the table and stand up from my seat. "Mrs. Lambrouch. I might not be the perfect boyfriend, nor the perfect future son-in-law, but I still AM Samaia's boyfriend, whether you like it or not! I know I made some mistakes in the past…

*Did I already mention to you that I'm a bit perverse? No? Well, Samaia's mom knows. She once caught us half naked in Samaia's room. We were half naked because I, kind of, undressed her. She let me do it, but still…*

and I know I can't change what I've done, but for now all I want to do is talk to Samaia, alone." I put much emphasis on the last word so that the bitch understands it. Samaia's mum looks surprised at me, not knowing what to do or to say. "Samaia," I say slowly and with a calmed down voice, Samaia response by looking straight at me now. "Tell me, honestly. Who were those people? How do you know them? What are they to you?" I ask quietly. Samaia's mom finds her tongue again and starts her scolding again. "How dare you ask those questions to my daughter? Samaia has been sick in bed for weeks and some friends came to visit her. Unlike you, they DO care about my daughter!" she says but I ignore her and look with a serious look on my face at Samaia.

"That's not the truth, right?" I say calm and its like Samaia flinches a bit. "I know it's not true, because I heard them talk. They said that they had brought you home safely, so they should head back to their sensei, whatever that means. You haven't been sick in bed for these past three weeks, you were with them. Isn't that right?"I say, pointing out the facts that she can't escape. Samaia tries to escape my gaze by looking away and she doesn't say anything. Even Mrs. Lambrouch has nothing to say anymore. I'm doing good today. I made the bitch speechless twice in less than 15 minutes. "Samaia…" I say the word slowly and calm, while I sit down again, "please tell me the truth." She looks up, straight into my eyes.

"I…I can't… I'm so sorry, Ralf…but I can't," she stammers. I sigh disappointed. "Very well then. That's all the answer I need for now," I say, I stand up and throw my jacket over my shoulder. "Goodbye Mrs. Lambrouch. Goodbye Samaia," I say with my back towards them and I walk away from the two ladies. I suddenly think of something and stop in the doorway. I say her name, "Samaia?" without looking over my shoulder to see her.

"Yes?" she says, her voice is unsteady and I'm sure that she's trembling. I don't have to turn around to know that she's almost crying, I just know it. "It's over," I only say with a neutral voice and walk on. I can hear Samaia standing up from her chair, calling out my name, "Ralf!" probably in tears now. "Samaia, stop!"

I assume her mother is trying to stop her from following me. "Don't leave me!" Samaia yells almost hysterically. I'm expecting a hug from behind from her any moment now, that is just how she is, but the hug doesn't come. I guess her mother really did restrain her. I've hurt her, something I promised myself I would never do, I know that. I'm an asshole, I know that as well. But I can't stay with someone if I don't know whether or not I can trust that person. I walk out of the villa, into the free world. I can still hear Samaia scream my name, begging me not to leave her. I just pretend I don't hear her. I'm trying to get things straight in my head. One silly argument and it was over. Something, I thought, was only possible in movies. Everyone always called us a perfect couple. A couple that would last forever. They were wrong! I can feel something rolling from my eye, over my cheek. I wipe it away with my finger and look at it. Tears? I grin while I look at the small drop of salt water on my finger. I start to laugh with frustration. I'm such an idiot. Crying… over her? I'm starting to get weak.

So, now you've seen a bit of the real me. A stubborn, stupid pervert with a too big ego. I'm not perfect, I'm far from perfect! But I'm free again. Free…and lonely.