Chapter Thirty-Nine

"Come on R!" Tom whined, "Push me harder!"

I sighed and took a step back and waited a few seconds; when the swing came back I pushed him as hard as I could; ignoring the throbbing pain in my arm. We've been at three parks already; but Tom seems to like this the most, and I don't really know why.

"OUCH!" I yelled, as something crashed into me, knocking me down to my ass.

I heard Tom jump of the swing and he ran over to me and kneeled down in front of me with a worried expression in his face; the way Tom acted had a sense of déjà vu. "Scheiße, are you okay?"

I nodded slowly, "I just got the wind knocked out of me."

Tom sighed with relief and stuck out his hand to me; if he thinks he's going to help me up like in the past, he's nuts. I ignored his hand and got up using my right hand to push myself off the sand. Tom rolled his eyes and stated, "What time is it?"

I snorted, "Don't you have a cell phone?"

Tom nodded.

"Well, then check the time on your phone."

"Bitte R! I'm too lazy!" Tom whined.

Someone's being a total child tonight; I sighed and searched my pockets for my new working cell phone and took it out before gasping in shock.

"What?"

"It's fifteen minutes past two in the morning," I muttered in disbelief.

"Sure it is," Tom stated, sarcastically.

"I swear!" I exclaimed, "Check for yourself."

I turned the phone to Tom and after taking a quick look at the screen he stuck his hands in his pants pocket; if he used a greater force, I'd be blinded. A few seconds later Tom let out a long and low whistle; I snorted, "See I told you!"

"Alright, let's go," Tom stated, "To Tim Hortons."

I looked up at him and gave him a weird look before stating, "Are you insane? It's two in the morning!"

Tom shrugged, "So? Tim Hortons is open twenty-four hours a day."

Well, I guess he had a point there. "I've got no money on me."

"I figured as much, I've got the money," Tom stated, "All I need is the company."

"Fine, lead the way."

Instead of answering Tom turned around and started walking out of the park; I rolled my eyes and started walking after him. After walking down a few street a Tim Hortons located on a street corner came to view.

"See, I told you I knew where I was going," Tom laughed.

I rolled my eyes and followed him into the small Tim Hortons; Tom walked to a two seated table and sat down, motioning for me to sit in front of him. I sat down and Tom stated, "What you want?"

"Chocolate milk."

"That's it?"

I nodded.

"Get something to eat for my sake," Tom stated, giving me a look.

I sighed, "Fine, get me a cheese croissant."

Tom stood up while nodding; he then walked in his Tom way to the front. While waiting for him to return I started tapping my fingers on the table; I wonder how long we will stay here. This is the first time in my whole life in staying out after one in the morning.

After a couple of minutes Tom slid into his seat holding a large chocolate milk, and a large hot drink; plus my croissant and something for him. Tom gave me my stuff and pulled out his chocolate danish before taking a large chunk out of it.

"Hungry much?" I snorted.

Tom shrugged and opened his mouth to talk; but I stated, "Chew, chew, swallow. Don't talk with your mouth full."

Tom rolled his eyes and finished what he had in his mouth before saying, "A man never stops eating."

"That's stupid," I snorted.

"I know you are."

I rolled my eyes and pushed open my milk before sticking a straw down the open hole; I took a few sips before leaning back into my seat.

"Can I ask you something?" Tom asked, after a few minutes.

"Um, sure," I replied, a little uneasy.

"Did you show Bill your goodies?" Tom smirked.

I felt my eyes widen and stared at Tom in stupidity; did he just ask if I showed him my private parts? What the fuck? That will never happen.

"Are you stupid?" I snorted, "What makes you think that?"

"Firstly, no I'm not stupid," Tom replied, "And three days ago--well four days ago, remember when me and the others went out to the parking lot to wait for Bill?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, when Bill joined us he looked like he saw a ghost and kept muttering to himself 'mein Gott' when I asked him what was wrong he only shook his head and stated the same thing over."

I made the and I care cause gesture with my right hand and stated, "So?"

"That's not all, at the club he was completely in thought."

"So you're blaming me?"

Tom sighed, took a sip of his drink before saying, "Why is everything tense again?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and sipped at my milk; how I wish we didn't come here. Tom stared at me intently for three minutes before stating, "I know you're hiding something; but I don't know what, or why."

I rolled my eyes; you'd disown me if you knew. If I told him that, he'd pressure me even more to tell him the whole story. Tom stood up and walked over to the garbage with his Tim Hortons bag; then he walked into the washroom.

I sighed, why does everything have to be so darn hard? And why didn't he tell the others? What was he thinking about in the club? I slapped my forehead in disgust; why do I care about what that jerk thinks about?

"That felt so good," Tom stated, when he returned.

"What did?"

"Pissing," Tom replied with a laugh.

"Oh." Well that was stupid question to ask.

"I think someone's a little sleepy," Tom laughed.

"Yeah, you." I snorted, as I saw him try to hide a yawn.

Tom stuck out his tongue at me and stood up, he grabbed everything and walked over to the garbage and threw everything out.

"Thanks," I stated, "But, I could've done that myself."

Tom laughed and pushed open the door; holding it open for me with his foot. I stepped out into the night and sighed; I honestly love cool nights; next to rainy nights.

"I bet Melz is going to be pissed when we get home," Tom laughed.

"Why?"

"Because, retard it's two fifty-five in the morning."

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about how late it really was; I'll bet that the jerk is worried shitless about the wellbeing of his older brother. It would serve him right.

After walking for about thirty minutes we finally entered our building; I yawned and followed Tom to the elevator. Tom pushed the button five times repetitively before the elevator dinged open.

We both walked in and Tom pressed our floor level; wait that didn't make sense; I meant, our apartment floor. Tom and I yawned at the same time and Tom laughed. Four minutes later we exited the elevator and walked down the hallway to our apartments.

"Gute nacht R," Tom stated, "I'll see you in the morning."

"It's already morning," I snorted, "Retard."

"Jaja," Tom stated.

I knocked on the door to the apartment that the Gs, Mellany, and I were sharing. The Gs stand for Gustav and Georg; I'm too tired to--

"What the hell took you two so long?" Gustav stated when he opened the door.

"We were at the park," I replied.

"Three of them," Tom added.

"Idioten," Gustav stated, as he let me into the apartment.

I kicked off my shoes and walked quietly to my room I opened it quietly; but before I could go in Gustav whispered loudly, "Gute nacht."

"Nacht."

Then I walked in and closed the door softly behind me.

Sorry for the short chapter.

German Translations
Scheiße. -- Shit.
Idioten. -- Idiots.

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