MICHEALA'S P.O.V.
Today, I go to отец's house! For the first time I might add. I just got finished packing for the weather, because apparently it's fucking cold there. Which really doesn't suprise me seeing that it has an extremely high atltitude. Hey I get a new start at making a reputation for myself! I'm gonna call Vytautas so I can formally say goodbye. I pick up the phone and scroll down the contacts list until I see his name. I press the call button and wait for him to inevitably answer. Oh he'd better answer soon! He picks up and shakily answers, "M-Micheala, uh hello. H-How are you?" He's such a good boy! I'm a little sad to see that i'll be leaving my little lithuanian pet I reply, "Well, thank you Vytautas. I'm good, as usual, how are you?" Vytautas hesitates and says, "Good, t-thank you M-Micheala." I start getting slightly annoyed and want to get this conversation to the point where I get to see his cute little frightend expression. "Anyway, I called to let you know that i'm moving, and that I want you to come over so I can say goodbye in person. That's alright, da?" I say just picturing him going rigid at my words. I wish I got the chance to try him out. He stays silent for a long time, I clear my throat with impatience and say, "I said. Is that alright?" enunciating each syllable as if he were stupid. "Yes, that's fine." Vytautas said. "Why were you quite for so long, pet?" I ask. "I was checking my calendar. I'll be there right after school, Micheala." I pout at this, "Can't you just blow off school and spent the rest of the day with me?" Vytautas seemed to think for awhile, "I'll be there by noon." he said very quietly. I smile at this turn of events and reply, "Ok! see you here."
Ok, so my little lithuanian friend, Vytautas is coming to say goodbye to me. Wonder what I should wear for this occasion, i'll wear black skinnies tucked into ankle boots black tube top underneath my black jumper. Und i'll change into my winter clothes after he leaves.
*11:30 am*
Vytautas, knock lightly on my the door 30 minutes early. Good job, Vytautas because you know how I hate waiting. I open the door and greet him, "You're early! Please come in." I say out of politeness, but i'm sure he already knows that he really doesn't have a choice. "Thank you." He says and steps into the room. Trying to make him as comfortable as possible I forcibly shove him against the couch, but not hard enough to hurt him...badly anyways. Papa looks at Vytautas' constinatly distressed face and smiles to try to calm him down "Mr. Beilschmidt, thank you for allowing me to enter you home." Papa looks at him like he should be pitied for a moment and replys, "Um...your welcome. All of Micheala's friends are welcome to our home." Vytautas looks at me for a moment and then gives dad a slight bow. My blood boils to see him not looking scared. Now that's a problem. I move to the couch I slung him into and whisper in his ear, "You know that's only a front right? He's probably plotting to kill you at this very moment. Yeah, he's just like me he stays up at night sometimes plotting on who and how to kill people, and he loves the hear of their screams as they echo off the basment walls." He goes ramrod straight at this and I can't possibly stifle the giggle that slips from my lips. "Anyways Micheala, where are you moving to?
отец speaks up for the first time, "My house is on the outskirts of Moscow, and she'll be attending Moscow academy for the intellectually and physically advanced." Vytautas looks at us with a confused face and asks, "Why are you going to live with him?" "I'm her real father." отец explains as if talking to the mentally retarded. Vytautas looks at me for clarifiction, I nod. Vytautas' eyes roam over both our faces which bear identical childishly cute smiles. I'm his spitting image. Vytautas should easily see the resemblance. What he waiting for? Say something Vytautas. He answers slowly, "Well I can certainly see the resemblance." I look at отец innocent face then back at Vytautas and ask, "Does that mean I look like a boy, Vytautas?" My right hand grips my beloved pipe, as I run my left through the silky ash blonde locks I inherited from отец. Vytautas looks at the weapon In my right hand, that he had so pain stackingly licked the blood off of and then to my face, no I most certainly do not look like a boy, "Not at all, Micheala." I smile at that, gripping the pipe in my hand and reply, "Good answer, Vytautas. I'm glad you think so."
*1:30*
Vytautas excuses himself to go home at two o' clock. Just as he would be getting out of school. After my little "when I get back maybe i'll pay you a visit to you a finally get a chance to test your bedroom skills" comment. I was just joking though . . . mostly anyways. Before He left I stopped him, in order to hand him excuse notes to give to his teachers on monday. He thanked me and left with a bit of a relieved look on his face. I promise the next time I see him looking like that i'm personally make sure I permanently wipe that look off of his face. When Vytautas left отец asked why I play with him dispite his obvious fear of me. To that, I laughed and said, "Because his scared face is absolutely adorable and I like having all the control over him that I do." He smiled after hearing this and exclaimed, "You are exactly like me."
*6:00*
отец says it's time to go, und with that statement I bid you good bye, Berlin.
*Around midnight in train car*
We've been riding in this train for about 6 hours отец and I have been riding in this car for about six hours, were both tired and i'm going to sleep now. Thank gott for sleeper cars. 'Nough said.