Meeting at the bus stop. (Engels) - PART 1

nope...


morgenavond fzu... want ik ga morgen naar't stad

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iieeh
vrijdag
eeh vanavond pas?
naja ook goe dan hebbek veel tijd
*zit stiekem op dunief op t forum* mihihihii

hihi karo

morge avond???

owkéé dan....

neeeeee dezen avond!!!

jeps, vanavond dus...
als er iemand wil tenminste

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jaahaa ikke wil!!!


ja hea wat ben ik toch stout

ik ook stukkii willeeeeee

ik post wel rond 8h fzu...

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okiiiiiiiiiii ooh das nie lang meer

nope xD
nog een half uur fzo

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Whiii nog ff'kez

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Jooooooooyyyycceeeeee tis 5 naaaaaaaaaaaaa

WIJ WILLEN EEN STUKJE

CHAPTER 12 PART 1

Georg smiled, it felt so great to be holding Katleen in his arms again. They were laying on this small bed on the bus right now. It was cramped, but he didn’t really mind. He would lay on the floor if that meant Katleen could stay with him. It felt stupid, loving a girl so much. But he just couldn’t help it. When he had met Katleen a couple months ago, he had liked her immediately. It was on a vacation in Egypt. She stayed in the same hotel as him, and he had first seen her at breakfast. She was laughing with her brother, and to him it seemed that the whole world, at that moment, was focused on her and her laugh.
But then a bit later he had heard her cell go off, and his world had collapsed. Her ring tone was ‘an deiner seite’. She was a fan. Not that Georg didn’t liked fans, or never had had something with a fan, but he was afraid she’d like him because he was that guy from Tokio Hotel. He had already been through that and didn’t feel like letting that happen again.
So he tried to forget about her. He didn’t believe in love at first sight anyway. That was more something for Bill.
But then a day later back at breakfast, something happened.

“Hey, Euh, I’m sorry, I normally don’t do this, but it’s crowded in here, and I wondered if my brother, Dieter, and I could sit at your table? Since you’re alone, and it’s just the two of us…” Katleen smiled at the guy. She had the feeling she met him before, but wasn’t sure. Probably her imagination or something like that.
Georg smiled at her.
“Of course, take a seat! It’s pretty busy in here.”
“Yes it is, isn’t it? Normally we eat earlier, but we slept a little longer today… Not such a good idea” Katleen said, taking a seat. Her brother sat down next to her, nodded friendly at Georg and started eating.
“I don’t mind,” Georg smiled. “You can sit with me every day, I’m here alone anyway.”
“You’re alone on vacation?”
“Hmm, yeah, well… It’s complicated. I was supposed to come here with a friend of mine, but he got sick, and well, I really needed to get away from everything.”
Katleen nodded
“Oh, okay.”
She looked at him.
“What?”
“I, this is going to sound stupid, but I have the feeling I already know you from somewhere.”
Georg smiled, she didn’t recognise him immediately, well, at least she wasn’t sitting with him because of who he was.
“hm, probably from in the hotel… maybe we were on the same airplane or the same bus.”
“Hmm, yeah, maybe” Katleen didn’t seem convinced but didn’t think about it anymore afterwards.

That had been their first meeting. After breakfast Katleen left again, but smiled and said ‘Hi’ every time she saw him. She really hadn’t recognised him then, she told him later. Her excuse had been that she was a fan because of the music, not because of their looks.
Later that day they met again at the pool. And then at the bar. And in the evening at the dinner table. Katleen sat with him again. Her brother was sitting with their parents, but Katleen had happily walked over to his table and announced that she was going to keep the nice stranger without friends company.
After dinner they had hung out a bit.

“So, I had breakfast with you, I was at the pool with you, had dinner with you, again! But not once you told me your name…”
Georg sighed, he had known this question was about to come up and he also knew that once he told her his name she’d recognise him. She had briefly told him before that she was a fan of Tokio Hotel.
“Oh, well, it’s just a name, right?”
“Why don’t you tell me? Then tomorrow I can say: Good morning Hanz, or Hello Stefan,.. or, well something!”
Georg smiled at her.
“You promise me it won’t change anything? Because I like things the way they are now. I like hanging out with you. Promise me you won’t act different, or look at me in a different way.”
Katleen looked at him with a frown on her face
“Why would it matter any…”
“It’s Georg” he interrupted her, “Georg Listing.”
Katleens eyes widened. “Ge, Georg Listing?” she stuttered.
He nodded.
“That’s where I know you from! You’re him! You’re the bassist!”
He nodded again.
“You have curly hair?”
Georg started laughing.
“What?”
“You’re a fan, right?” she nodded
“Yeah, so, the first thing you say to me is: you have curly hair?”
Katleen smiled faintly.
“Hey, I’m fan of the music! Not the looks. And your hair is always straight.” She stuck out her tongue.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW
sooooo cuuuuutee ^^

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah zo'n grappig stukki =)

auw^^

zo lief en leuk

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meeeeer!
absoluutski

jaaski!!! nuskiiii

*tom-eyezzzz*

hehe
danke vr de reacts... ik post wrs zondag...

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en de tom-eyezz dan??

oki dan.. zondag... *begint alvast af te tellen* kheb nu toch zondag nieks te doen

jah srr
ma Katleen heeft ng nie ge-beta'ed of hoe ge da ook schrijft xD

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=) Katleeen??? kom ge moet Beta'en!!

hehe ja katleen nakijke!!
*vindt woord te moeilijk*

waa da was echt n zaaalig stukkieee ^^
hehe curly hair? wiiee

katleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!
*roept haar longen eruit

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hehehe
katleeeniiieeeee
hehe kzal nr mijn broer smse datem katleen nr huis moe brenge wiiehiee

ok ok ok ok ok
allemaal klaar?

IK EB ET IER AAAALLEMAAL INGEHAAAAAAAALD
*trots op zichzelf*
en da verdient wel n stukje,VROEGER dan zondag
*subtiele chantage*

btw,phihi "You have curly hair?"
moest ik zoiets tegenkomen kzou just dezelfde soort domme eerste opmerking geven XD