(I did my best..)
4/20/2010
4/19/2010
Dirty little heart Part lll
I was conscious, but felt dizzy.
"It's okay.. Everything's alright." Ian said, with such a warm and lovely voice that made me feel extremely comfortable in his arms as he carried me to the bus.
The bus stopped at a redlight, the shaking of it woke me up.
I took a deep breath.
"Are you alright?" I heard his rough voice whispering.
"I think so.." I said, opening my eyes.
He smiled..
What happened? Oh right.. Ian was just being gorgeous... I actually planned not to faint that night..
Ian was sitting close to me holding my cheek. It felt warm.
"Where am I?"
"On the bus to Amsterdam." He laughed.
"WHAAT??" I got up and looked around. It really was the tourbus. Stu and Mike were playing video games either swearing or laughing at the tv screen in the back of the bus. Lee, Jamie and Luke were getting ready to sleep.
"Amsterdam... How am I suppost to get home?.. My german exam is next monday.." "Good. Coz you won't get home til sunday, when we play in Berlin." He smiled and continued typing something on his phone. "Go find yourself a nice bunk to sleep in.. or.. you can have mine. I already checked for monsters and all that.. there are no monsters.." His behaviour was more than confusing but i couldn't stop adoring him. All those butterflies in my tummy turned into a storm.. no.. a hurricane.
The next morning was sunny and warm. We were hungry so we left the highway in Siegburg.
"Annie? Lets go and get some breakfast." Ian said while putting his jacket on.
I grinned.. I was the only german in this bus, so the guys were depending on me. That was the first time I really felt important while being among those famous guys..
We went down the street looking for a bakershop. "Teach me something!" "What?" "I think everyone should learn how to get breakfast in german." I laughed. "Okay... let me think." What was the most complicated word to teach Ian? .. after a while I said "Schwarzwälderkirschtorte"
"What the hell is that?" "Its chocolate-cherrycake from.. uhm... blackforrest.. They probably invented it." "Oh that sounds good.. chocolate cake for breakfast."
"Okay... So.. the schwarz is pronounced like Arnold Schwarzenegger..."
"Swarz.." "Nuh.. the "sh" is more like "sssshhhit"" ...
Ian was nervous, me too actually..
"Uhm... zwei.. stück.. Schwarzwälderkirschtorte" He stottered. "Und noch drei Brötchen und ein paar von diesen Schokohörnchen.." I said everything else.. Ian did a good job on the cake.
The cashier smiled "Darfs noch was sein?"
"Nein das wars.." "Das macht dann 9,80" I gave her 10€, Ian grabbed the bag and we left the baker.
"Holy shit that was brilliant!!" I hugged him tight. I was so proud.. It didn't even take 10 minutes to teach him the words. He learned pretty fast..
"That was awesome!! Did I said it right?" "That was probably the sexiest german I've ever heard!.. We should do that again tomorrow!" "I hope it tastes good.. What's crepe in german?" "Uhm.... crepe.." I laughed. "Ohhh that's gonna be a challange to learn that word."
He enjoyed the consequenz of his first german lesson: cherry-chocolate-cake.
"It's okay.. Everything's alright." Ian said, with such a warm and lovely voice that made me feel extremely comfortable in his arms as he carried me to the bus.
The bus stopped at a redlight, the shaking of it woke me up.
I took a deep breath.
"Are you alright?" I heard his rough voice whispering.
"I think so.." I said, opening my eyes.
He smiled..
What happened? Oh right.. Ian was just being gorgeous... I actually planned not to faint that night..
Ian was sitting close to me holding my cheek. It felt warm.
"Where am I?"
"On the bus to Amsterdam." He laughed.
"WHAAT??" I got up and looked around. It really was the tourbus. Stu and Mike were playing video games either swearing or laughing at the tv screen in the back of the bus. Lee, Jamie and Luke were getting ready to sleep.
"Amsterdam... How am I suppost to get home?.. My german exam is next monday.." "Good. Coz you won't get home til sunday, when we play in Berlin." He smiled and continued typing something on his phone. "Go find yourself a nice bunk to sleep in.. or.. you can have mine. I already checked for monsters and all that.. there are no monsters.." His behaviour was more than confusing but i couldn't stop adoring him. All those butterflies in my tummy turned into a storm.. no.. a hurricane.
The next morning was sunny and warm. We were hungry so we left the highway in Siegburg.
"Annie? Lets go and get some breakfast." Ian said while putting his jacket on.
I grinned.. I was the only german in this bus, so the guys were depending on me. That was the first time I really felt important while being among those famous guys..
We went down the street looking for a bakershop. "Teach me something!" "What?" "I think everyone should learn how to get breakfast in german." I laughed. "Okay... let me think." What was the most complicated word to teach Ian? .. after a while I said "Schwarzwälderkirschtorte"
"What the hell is that?" "Its chocolate-cherrycake from.. uhm... blackforrest.. They probably invented it." "Oh that sounds good.. chocolate cake for breakfast."
"Okay... So.. the schwarz is pronounced like Arnold Schwarzenegger..."
"Swarz.." "Nuh.. the "sh" is more like "sssshhhit"" ...
Ian was nervous, me too actually..
"Uhm... zwei.. stück.. Schwarzwälderkirschtorte" He stottered. "Und noch drei Brötchen und ein paar von diesen Schokohörnchen.." I said everything else.. Ian did a good job on the cake.
The cashier smiled "Darfs noch was sein?"
"Nein das wars.." "Das macht dann 9,80" I gave her 10€, Ian grabbed the bag and we left the baker.
"Holy shit that was brilliant!!" I hugged him tight. I was so proud.. It didn't even take 10 minutes to teach him the words. He learned pretty fast..
"That was awesome!! Did I said it right?" "That was probably the sexiest german I've ever heard!.. We should do that again tomorrow!" "I hope it tastes good.. What's crepe in german?" "Uhm.... crepe.." I laughed. "Ohhh that's gonna be a challange to learn that word."
He enjoyed the consequenz of his first german lesson: cherry-chocolate-cake.
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