1 Chapter two
It was against two in the night, the storm was becoming worse and Spot was standing on the open window smoking a cigarette when he heard something behind him. He turned and saw that Storm was awaken. He walked over to the bed not sure if she would scream or hit him or something like that he stopped a few steps in front of the bed.
"Where am I?" she looked confused and tired up at him. Sharie was right, her eyes were DARKbrown.
"You're at the Brooklyn lodging house. Do you remember what happened?" She nodded slowly and looked at the blanket.
"I don't want to ask you now but do you remember how the guy looked like?" Storm looked up at him and searched in his eye for anything to tell her if she could really trust him.
"Okay, forget it, you can tell us later. I think I should go and wake your friends." He was about to walk out when she hold him by his arm.
"Vivi and Sharie are here?" Spot nodded.
"Don't get them! My headache is already bad enough. I don't need My cous right now!" Spot smiled at her and shook his head.
"What?"
"It's jist. Your cousin seems to be a real snob. And so I thought you would be like her."
"She's just like this when she's nervous. I guess this day had made her real nervous." Spot nodded. Then he remembered Blue.
"You know there's still somebody who I promised to wake up if your awake." Storm looked confused up at him.
"Blue. I don't know if you know him by this name?" Storm's face beamed before it fell.
"Yeah I know him, but I don't want to see him right now. I have to tell him some bad news. But you could do me a favor." Spot looked asking at her.
"Could you give me a cigarette?"
"I'm not sure if you…"
"Hey I don't have anything at my lungs have I?" Spot shook his head. Storm tried to sit up in bed when the pain hit her.
"What?" she asked in pain.
"This guy hit you with a knife. I think this is what makes your pain!" Storm laid down.
"What's your name?" Storm asked him.
"Spot Conlon. I'm the leader of Brooklyn. And you're Storm, right?"
"Actually it's Thunderstorm. Some call me Thunder, other Storm. I wonder Vivi didn't asked for Gillian Elisabeth Von Bismarck?" She made a face which showed she didn't like her name. Spot raised his eyebrows.
"Do you all have such odd names in Germany?" Storm laughed lightly.
"If you'll ever call me by my real name I'll soak you!" she threatened. Spot raised again his eyebrows. Nobody ever said something like that to him. This girl was real special. Weather girls were excited to see him or afraid, but no one ever talked to him like that. Storm couldn't but to laugh.
"What?" Spot asked her.
"You just look like your not sure what to say. And I kinda like it." She grinned at him. Spot shook his head and looked in her eyes. It seemed like all the stars were sparkling in this deep brown.
"You don't seem to be this shocked after what happened to you?!" Storm shrugged.
"I guess if it had been Vivianne or Sharie you would have what you think of. A girl which is crying and screaming and hitting every guy that comes near her. For what? I know, you wasn't the guy. So why should I blame you for it. It happened. Nobody can change it yet." Spot nodded. He took a cigarette out of his pocket lighted it before handing it to her.
"Thank you." She said while breathing the smoke out.
"Do your two girls know that you smoke?"
"No!" she smirked.
"It's non of their business." This time Spot had to laugh. He liked this girl. She wasn't like other girls she was, well she was like his boys, just more pretty.
"I hope it doesn't bother you that you're staying in my room as long as you have to stay in bed?"
"No. I'm used to it. After thirteen years with three brothers and one year with around thirty boys it would be strange to stay with girls."
They talked about an hour longer before Spot told her to rest again. They would have enough time to talk. She would at least stay there three weeks.
It was against two in the night, the storm was becoming worse and Spot was standing on the open window smoking a cigarette when he heard something behind him. He turned and saw that Storm was awaken. He walked over to the bed not sure if she would scream or hit him or something like that he stopped a few steps in front of the bed.
"Where am I?" she looked confused and tired up at him. Sharie was right, her eyes were DARKbrown.
"You're at the Brooklyn lodging house. Do you remember what happened?" She nodded slowly and looked at the blanket.
"I don't want to ask you now but do you remember how the guy looked like?" Storm looked up at him and searched in his eye for anything to tell her if she could really trust him.
"Okay, forget it, you can tell us later. I think I should go and wake your friends." He was about to walk out when she hold him by his arm.
"Vivi and Sharie are here?" Spot nodded.
"Don't get them! My headache is already bad enough. I don't need My cous right now!" Spot smiled at her and shook his head.
"What?"
"It's jist. Your cousin seems to be a real snob. And so I thought you would be like her."
"She's just like this when she's nervous. I guess this day had made her real nervous." Spot nodded. Then he remembered Blue.
"You know there's still somebody who I promised to wake up if your awake." Storm looked confused up at him.
"Blue. I don't know if you know him by this name?" Storm's face beamed before it fell.
"Yeah I know him, but I don't want to see him right now. I have to tell him some bad news. But you could do me a favor." Spot looked asking at her.
"Could you give me a cigarette?"
"I'm not sure if you…"
"Hey I don't have anything at my lungs have I?" Spot shook his head. Storm tried to sit up in bed when the pain hit her.
"What?" she asked in pain.
"This guy hit you with a knife. I think this is what makes your pain!" Storm laid down.
"What's your name?" Storm asked him.
"Spot Conlon. I'm the leader of Brooklyn. And you're Storm, right?"
"Actually it's Thunderstorm. Some call me Thunder, other Storm. I wonder Vivi didn't asked for Gillian Elisabeth Von Bismarck?" She made a face which showed she didn't like her name. Spot raised his eyebrows.
"Do you all have such odd names in Germany?" Storm laughed lightly.
"If you'll ever call me by my real name I'll soak you!" she threatened. Spot raised again his eyebrows. Nobody ever said something like that to him. This girl was real special. Weather girls were excited to see him or afraid, but no one ever talked to him like that. Storm couldn't but to laugh.
"What?" Spot asked her.
"You just look like your not sure what to say. And I kinda like it." She grinned at him. Spot shook his head and looked in her eyes. It seemed like all the stars were sparkling in this deep brown.
"You don't seem to be this shocked after what happened to you?!" Storm shrugged.
"I guess if it had been Vivianne or Sharie you would have what you think of. A girl which is crying and screaming and hitting every guy that comes near her. For what? I know, you wasn't the guy. So why should I blame you for it. It happened. Nobody can change it yet." Spot nodded. He took a cigarette out of his pocket lighted it before handing it to her.
"Thank you." She said while breathing the smoke out.
"Do your two girls know that you smoke?"
"No!" she smirked.
"It's non of their business." This time Spot had to laugh. He liked this girl. She wasn't like other girls she was, well she was like his boys, just more pretty.
"I hope it doesn't bother you that you're staying in my room as long as you have to stay in bed?"
"No. I'm used to it. After thirteen years with three brothers and one year with around thirty boys it would be strange to stay with girls."
They talked about an hour longer before Spot told her to rest again. They would have enough time to talk. She would at least stay there three weeks.