problem. Like the calm before the storm.
I looked down at my plate full of crumbs, then got up quietly and was about to go to the door.

Shane got up too and stood in my way. I looked up at him, he just looked me in the eye and then gave Jake an indefinable look. There was a real duel, according to the motto - whoever looks away first has lost - Shane won.

Jake grabbed his buns and angrily stomped back down the stairs.I looked back up at Shane, who was still standing in front of me. He just ignored me and sat in his seat. I just stood there, not sure what to do, and shifted from one foot to the other. The boys just sat there and paid no attention to me. They were talking about some soccer game tonight.
I walked slowly out of the door, noticing how looks followed me, but I didn't know from whom. I was afraid to look back.

When I got to the bathroom, I rinsed my mouth out and drank a little water from the tap. After peeing, I washed my hands and went down the stairs.
Soft guitar sounds reached my ear. I peeked through the half-closed door from which I heard the sounds and saw Jake. He was sitting on the floor with music sheets spread out in front of him and his breakfast standing next to him. He scribbled something on the paper and played a few chords again.
I hadn't heard anyone play so well in a long time, even though they were only trying new things, it sounded heavenly, as if it were their theme song.
I sighed softly and turned to go when he said, "As I said, go home, you won't regret it."
I stopped abruptly, a small painful stab going through my heart. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. A sign that I was getting angry.

It very seldom happened that I lost my temper and when I did, it was only with people I really loved, who knew my weaknesses and who used this knowledge in their anger.
It only made me angry because I couldn't stand him, I almost hated him and yet I was slowly but surely losing my temper. Because of him. I put on a poker face, slowly turned and headed back to the door. The door was hit hard by my hand, slammed against the wall, and swung back with a squeak.

I stomped in with an ice-cold look.
"How did you come up with the idea that you could command me anything?" I said with a lot of effort, as calmly as possible.
"I just said you should go home. That's all. Besides, nobody will miss you here. Nobody wants you here. Just go."

I crossed my arms over my chest, clenched my teeth tightly, and tensed all my muscles. An automatic response and a pitiful attempt on my part to keep myself under control.

I threw my arms in the air, I didn't know what bothered me so much about him, but he annoyed me. His very presence enraged me.
"I wish I had never come here, too. I don't know what it will do, okay ?! I had a really good life at home, people didn't turn me on there if they had no reason to, or just because they me And besides, there wasn't anyone there who ... Shit!I don't particularly like you either, right? From the first moment we met. Just leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. I sit down this shitty time that I have to spend here and then drive again. Then you get rid of me and that's that! "

He just sat there, stared at his sheet music, scribbled something on it, and pretended I hadn't just been yelling the whole house over. I heard footsteps on the stairs.

It made me mad to see him sitting there, he just ignored me. He could do something like that with others, but not with me. So he had picked the wrong one.
I went to him. Quiet, threatening steps. I stopped in front of him. He still paid no attention to me. I got even angrier. The door behind me opened softly. I took a deep breath, but that didn't help anymore, the anger still flamed before my eyes.
The leaves in front of him were carelessly pushed aside by my foot. They were flying around in the area. I knelt down next to him and looked him in the eye. He sighs once and then reached for his guitar, but before he even touched it, I pushed it aside forcefully so that it hit the wall.

He got up slowly.
I did the same to him.
"Biggest mistake you could ever make," he said, looking at his guitar. I looked at him defiantly: "Oh."
He looked me in the eye for the first time.
Even in this situation, where just one wrong word could escalate everything, I noticed his handsome features. His beautiful blue eyes.
I made myself forget it. To concentrate. I was mad at him. It had even scratched my pride a little. And that didn't work for me at all.
He looked down at me mockingly and that was the starting shot, preprogrammed with a bad end. I pushed my hand as hard as possible against his chest, she was well trained, I noticed in the farthest corner of my brain, which could still think normally.
He hadn't expected it and stumbled back a step, frowning at me.

I twisted my mouth in a challenging smile. A smile that didn't reach the eyes.
He stood right in front of me.
"What do you want."
I felt his breath touch my face. Something was contracting inside me, but it was nothing uncomfortable.

"That you just leave me alone and don't pretend you're better than me."
Another long moment when we just stared defiantly at each other. I saw how he struggled with himself. His hands were clenched in fists, his jaw muscles tense. But I knew he wasn't going to give up, he wasn't the type for it. He wasn't going to lose. Not against a little girl who ran along and came up to his chin. He would strike back. Not literally, but certainly verbally.And I would give back with anything I could think of.
His eyes got a tad darker, or so it seemed to me. His face took on a surrender look. He turned away. He just turned away.

Not another word against me.
I was confused, but it only flared up my anger. I went to him. He had gotten to his guitar. My hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around so he had to look at me again.
"Hello? Are you still okay? I'll talk to you!"
He shrugged and then looked at the floor. The guy was really weird.

If I had thought that there would still be real beef today, then I was wrong. Heavily deceived.
He looked at the door. The others were standing there and had followed the spectacle with interest.
"Democracy?"
Now I didn't understand anything. This Jake has most likely suffered tremendous damage. Well, maybe not that extreme, but I don't think it ticks that right anymore. What illogical statements he made.
"Yep. I agree.", Says Shane, walking towards us.

I stood involuntarily between them. Nick, Shane, Mike and Jake stood around me. They just looked at each other over my head. Now I felt really small.
"Who's in favor of her staying here?" Jake asked bored, looking at every single one of them, with the exception of me.
Everyone except Jake held up their hands. He looked at me for a long time, shrugged, and turned away. He picked up his guitar, sat in a nearby rocking chair, and started playing again.

I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder. Mike.
"Democracy," Shane said, grinning at me.
A little light shone in my brain.
You had just voted. I was allowed to stay. My anger had subsided and I smiled at Mike, Shane and Nick. Jake was wrong. Everyone but him probably liked me. Well what it looked like anyway.

"Big mistake guys." Jake mumbled softly in his corner.
A sad look crept into Shane's eyes. I wondered why.

We went up together, except for Jake. They sat down in front of the television.
Oh yes, the soccer game today. I asked if they wanted to eat and they said yes. I went into the kitchen and made some sandwiches. It's good that I knew my way around here. Well, it was almost like my second home. At least that's what it felt like.
Have I really been here that many times?

I went back with a mountain of sandwiches, bags of chips, and a few bottles of Coke. Nick took it from me, set it on the floor, and got up. I just frowned and sat down on the couch behind the boys, all of whom were sitting on the floor in front of the TV.
Nich came back with half a case of beer.
What?
I looked at him questioningly.
"Beer is here from the 16th," he said simply.

Everyone took a bottle and the game began.Mike offered me one too. I frowned and struggled with myself.
My parents told me not to overdo it here.
But a beer didn't mean the end of the world.
I took it and it was ripped out of my hand again. Shane looked at me with a grin and I was about to give an indignant answer when he opened the bottle and handed it back to me.

It was a good game. The guys really took every opportunity to express their opinion. I would be surprised if I had no hearing loss tomorrow. But I started to like her.

They had already drunk 3 bottles of beer each, and the first half had just passed when Jake stepped into the room.
Ghostly silence. Only the television could be heard. They looked intently at me and Jake, expecting another loud argument between us. But they were disappointed. He just sat down with them, took a bottle from the case and opened it.
In the meantime, I had built up a tension that had nothing to do with anger. I couldn't explain it to myself. Likewise, I couldn't explain to myself whether I had just fallen in love, because I thought that his eye color had darkened by a shade again.
Probably the light or something.

In the evening, Jake and I made lasagna together. There was also a fruit salad for dessert today. We ate and talked together. I told them why I was here and they told me about themselves.

We laughed a lot about this and that and hit it off right away. Only Jake wasn't sitting at our table. He had leaned against the kitchen and was eating standing up there. He didn't say a word.

It was really hot that evening and we went back laughing and sweaty.
They showed me their little workshop next door, led me through the huge forest that belonged to the property and pulled me to the