A/N: Ahh my old writing is so akljghalkg but I'm too lazy to do anything about it :)
Again, this is just one of us. The one called J. Yay. Characters come in one by one, so fret not my lovelies!
The week was a lot more fun than he had expected. It was Saturday morning half a day until leaving. He had been there for the week, but he felt like he had spent weeks and weeks with these kids.
And Berwald actually was enjoying it. Very much.
Everyone seemed to get along quite well. Arthur and Lukas seemed to share an interest in things involving magic, Mathew was quiet but interesting, Ivan was a bit creepy but nice enough and Mathias and Alfred got along with everyone. And Tino. Tino seemed to like Berwald the most.
This made him quite confused but no less happy. Because Berwald liked Tino better too.
It was a break time and Tino had lead Berwald to one of the picnic tables. He sat on the table with his feet on the seat part. Berwald sat next to him and they spent about half an hour just observing the other kids. Alfred was arguing with Arthur and some girl—also from England—about the different meanings of English words in other countries.
"So, Ber." Said Tino, picking some daisies out of the mossy table, "How do I contact you after we've left?"
"I d'nno."
"Well, you wanna, right?"
"'Course."
"Ok, do you have a phone?"
Berwald shook his head. Tino looped some daisies together and started to make a chain, "Ok, so I'll give you my phone number and then you call me when you get your home phone, kay?"
"Mhmm."
Tino tied the chain off and put it on Berwalds head. He started making another one, "Don't lose it, kay? Don't lose it."
Berwald wasn't sure if he was talking about the daisy chain or the number but he promised not to lose both.
"Berwald!" he was smothered by his mother in a hug "Oh, it's been a week without you, I missed you."
"I m'ssed you too."
"You wanna go out to eat? Let's go out to eat."
"Wait a m'nute. I gotta go do something."
"Alright, I'll get your bag."
Berwald gave her a squeeze and then sprinted back up to the cabin.
"Hey! Are you leaving? Come hug me!" Mathias talked a mile a minute, as usual, attacking Berwald into a hug. Berwald lifted his arms half-heartedly, but smiled slightly. When Mathias let go the other boys came over to say goodbye.
"See yah 'round, kid." Goop ruffled his hair.
"Have a nice school year." Herc winked and went back to packing up his sheets.
"Call me, okay?" Tino slipped the bit of paper into the top pocket of Berwalds shirt.
"Okay."
"Promise?"
He nodded and hugged the smaller boy, "Promise."
Berwalds mother had decided to take him out for late lunch when they were driving home. They stopped at some American greasy spoon. She said it was a cultural experience.
"So did you have fun?" she asked, dipping a greasy chip—french fry—into some ketchup.
"Mhmm." He took a huge bite of a scary looking burger.
"Make any friends?"
"Ja." He smiled faintly "Mycket mer än jag trodde."
"What?" she raised her eyebrows.
Berwald rolled his eyes, "Much more than I thought."
"That's good. Will you want to go back next year?"
"Ja."
"So did you get any contact information? Maybe some of these kids live near us?"
Berwald took Tino's number out of his pocket. He put it on the table.
"Only one?" she asked
"That's the most important one."
She smiled, "Got a girlfriend?"
Berwald blushed furiously, "No. That's Tino's number. He is a boy."
"So a boyfriend then?"
"Mama!"
"I'm just teasing you. C'mon, we should get back on the road."
Berwald shook his head, blushing ferociously, "I'm going to go to the bathroom."
"Alright, I'll be in the car." His mum said.
When Berwald came back he zipped back to the table to get the phone number.
"Oh no." the table had been cleared. Berwald caught one of the waitresses, "W's there a sl'p 'f p'nk pap'r on the t'ble?"
"Sorry, sweetheart, I didn't clean up. We're actually about to close. Loretta was cleanin', you can ask her." She pointed outside to a lady getting into a garish car.
"Th'nks." He sprinted outside but the gaudy car was already screeching away.