Chapter nine
Spot went outside and headed downstairs. Blue stood up and followed him making sure that he was alright when Sharie and "Ocean" walked into Spot's room to look for Storm.
"Hey Spot! What's the matter?" Blue sat down next to Spot on the docks.
"One question, Are all girls over in Germany this stubborn and pigheaded and driving others crazy and so proud and lively? Is there nothing that you do right in their eyes?" Blue had to chuckle when he remembered a few fights of Spot and Storm in the last two weeks. Even if they had become close friends the temperaments of them were so bad that fights were there almost every day. Most of the time it was about Storm's health. She was sure, she was fine, while Spot wouldn't let her do anything. He treated her like she was a raw egg.
"One question Spot, have you any relatives over in good old Germany?" Spot glared at Blue who grinned at him. Spot mumbled something about bad jokes.
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"What happened?" Ocean took a seat next to her cousin on the bed. Storm sat there her head in her hands.
"Storm?" In the weeks they were in Brooklyn they had become used to the thoughts of calling Gillian Storm or Thunder or Thunderstorm or anything like that. Ocean had changed a lot in Brooklyn. She didn't wear a skirt anymore. Usually she was wearing a dark-blue pants, a red tank-top and a white button down shirt over it. She also wear a brown cap. And she liked it. Sharie still wore skirts. She didn't like pants. She wore a pale, dark-green skirt, a black top and a red buttoned shirt over it.
Storm looked up at them.
"He kissed me." She said calmly. Ocean and Sharie looked at each other and smiled.
"But that's great, why'd he ran off?"
"I told him I couldn't do it. That saying `I love you' isn't enough, that he has to prove me his love."
"Oh." Was all the girls could say.
Spot went outside and headed downstairs. Blue stood up and followed him making sure that he was alright when Sharie and "Ocean" walked into Spot's room to look for Storm.
"Hey Spot! What's the matter?" Blue sat down next to Spot on the docks.
"One question, Are all girls over in Germany this stubborn and pigheaded and driving others crazy and so proud and lively? Is there nothing that you do right in their eyes?" Blue had to chuckle when he remembered a few fights of Spot and Storm in the last two weeks. Even if they had become close friends the temperaments of them were so bad that fights were there almost every day. Most of the time it was about Storm's health. She was sure, she was fine, while Spot wouldn't let her do anything. He treated her like she was a raw egg.
"One question Spot, have you any relatives over in good old Germany?" Spot glared at Blue who grinned at him. Spot mumbled something about bad jokes.
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"What happened?" Ocean took a seat next to her cousin on the bed. Storm sat there her head in her hands.
"Storm?" In the weeks they were in Brooklyn they had become used to the thoughts of calling Gillian Storm or Thunder or Thunderstorm or anything like that. Ocean had changed a lot in Brooklyn. She didn't wear a skirt anymore. Usually she was wearing a dark-blue pants, a red tank-top and a white button down shirt over it. She also wear a brown cap. And she liked it. Sharie still wore skirts. She didn't like pants. She wore a pale, dark-green skirt, a black top and a red buttoned shirt over it.
Storm looked up at them.
"He kissed me." She said calmly. Ocean and Sharie looked at each other and smiled.
"But that's great, why'd he ran off?"
"I told him I couldn't do it. That saying `I love you' isn't enough, that he has to prove me his love."
"Oh." Was all the girls could say.