Serena and I walked along, talking casually. I'll always remember those liquid blue eyes, sparkling amidst the silky strands of chocolate brown hair. Her whole face would light up when she laughed or even just listened. The eyes....her eyes were so electrifying. Serena's every movement was graceful. Or maybe it wasn't. I'm not so sure now. I was in such awe of her, it was hard to see her downfalls.
"Have you had many girlfriends before? I've seen you at the club before. Always a new girl..." Serena laughed as I grimaced.
"Hey, I just dance with 'em....How about you?"
Serena rolled her eyes "Boys are not my strong suit. I've just never really connected with one. ...Until now." We glanced at each other quickly. I took her hand in mine.
"I just wanna say, Serena-" She turned and I paused, brushing a bit of hair from her eyes, "That I--"
"Thomas!" I was rudely interrupted by what sounded like Peter's very distressed voice.
I sighed heavily, and gave Serena an apolegetic look. She nodded and kissed me quickly.
"What?" I turned around to face Peter. He had apparently been running, as he was out of breath.
"It's Arvid. Emil and the others--they---" He panted heavily.
"They what?"
"They hit him."
"That's it? So they roughed him up a bit, so what?"
"They beat him. I mean REALLY beat him." Peter had never looked this upset. Hey, maybe I didn't really like Arvid that much. But one thing I know: Beating up some cripple is wrong.
I shook my head. "Of course, Emil...where is Arvid now?"
"At the hospital." Peter gave me the look that said "Come on, I have to see if he's okay. I can't wait any longer." I looked to see Serena standing by my side. She too looked upset.
"Those damn HJ's..." She shook her head, looking furious, "Let's go see your friend. Now."
Damn Emil. Whatever he had done, he'd get paid back in full. I'd make sure.
***
Geez, I'd never seen Peter so angry. The next day, I planned on beating the hell out of Emil--for Peter of course. Unfortunetly, he must have expected that--and was prepared...Honestly, this whole fight was stupid. Emil's a pretty decent guy. Yeah, I know Peter and Arivd and all them think he's a traitor, but hey, you have to do what you can for our Fuhrer right?
...God, here I am recounting life before this whole godamn war and then the Nazi in me starts up again...
***
"You should see Emil," I sat down in Arvid's sofa, "His whole face is blown-up. He looks awful."
"Yeah? Well, you don't look so good yourself." Otto reminded me, taking a long drag on his cigarette.
Serena walked over and lowered herself into my lap. She examined my face. "Otto's right. God, that looks terrible..." Her fingertips lightly brushed my cheek. I took her hand and kissed it. She smiled and gently leaned closer to kiss my lips.
"Aw, get a room!" Peter teased, throwing a pillow at my head. I hardly noticed.
"Have you had many girlfriends before? I've seen you at the club before. Always a new girl..." Serena laughed as I grimaced.
"Hey, I just dance with 'em....How about you?"
Serena rolled her eyes "Boys are not my strong suit. I've just never really connected with one. ...Until now." We glanced at each other quickly. I took her hand in mine.
"I just wanna say, Serena-" She turned and I paused, brushing a bit of hair from her eyes, "That I--"
"Thomas!" I was rudely interrupted by what sounded like Peter's very distressed voice.
I sighed heavily, and gave Serena an apolegetic look. She nodded and kissed me quickly.
"What?" I turned around to face Peter. He had apparently been running, as he was out of breath.
"It's Arvid. Emil and the others--they---" He panted heavily.
"They what?"
"They hit him."
"That's it? So they roughed him up a bit, so what?"
"They beat him. I mean REALLY beat him." Peter had never looked this upset. Hey, maybe I didn't really like Arvid that much. But one thing I know: Beating up some cripple is wrong.
I shook my head. "Of course, Emil...where is Arvid now?"
"At the hospital." Peter gave me the look that said "Come on, I have to see if he's okay. I can't wait any longer." I looked to see Serena standing by my side. She too looked upset.
"Those damn HJ's..." She shook her head, looking furious, "Let's go see your friend. Now."
Damn Emil. Whatever he had done, he'd get paid back in full. I'd make sure.
***
Geez, I'd never seen Peter so angry. The next day, I planned on beating the hell out of Emil--for Peter of course. Unfortunetly, he must have expected that--and was prepared...Honestly, this whole fight was stupid. Emil's a pretty decent guy. Yeah, I know Peter and Arivd and all them think he's a traitor, but hey, you have to do what you can for our Fuhrer right?
...God, here I am recounting life before this whole godamn war and then the Nazi in me starts up again...
***
"You should see Emil," I sat down in Arvid's sofa, "His whole face is blown-up. He looks awful."
"Yeah? Well, you don't look so good yourself." Otto reminded me, taking a long drag on his cigarette.
Serena walked over and lowered herself into my lap. She examined my face. "Otto's right. God, that looks terrible..." Her fingertips lightly brushed my cheek. I took her hand and kissed it. She smiled and gently leaned closer to kiss my lips.
"Aw, get a room!" Peter teased, throwing a pillow at my head. I hardly noticed.
