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He was sitting there, swinging his legs around, wondering if he should go home or not, and feeling very sorry for himself when the kitchen door opened. Sven looked back over his shoulder and nearly fell into the empty pool. He half hoped it would be Thomas, but it was Christian who stepped outside into the garden. It was funny how the pair of them were brothers and could still have such different appearances. Where Thomas was slim and dark-haired with dark eyes, Christian was the opposite in practically everything; stocky build, blond hair, blond eyes.
“What’re you doing here?” Christian asked.
“Waiting for a meteor to come out of the sky and fall on my head.” Sven nodded and giggled. “Like boom.”
Christian rolled his eyes and stepped closer. “You’re drunk Sven.”
Sven considered this for a moment and then nodded. “I think so too.”
“Where’s Thomas? I saw him with you all night.”
Sven’s face darkened and Christian raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
Sven’s dark look changed into a pout and he did it so well that it actually brought tears to his eyes. “I don’t know. Off with some blond chick.”
Christian started grinning broadly. ‘Seriously? My little brother and a girl?”
Sven hiccupped and shrugged, failing to see how this was in any way something to be proud of. Luckily Christian shared Thomas’ sense of knowing when not to pursue a topic of conversation. He crouched next to Sven.
“So what’re you doing here?”
Sven shrugged, holding up his empty beer bottle. “I’m tired. I was debating whether or not I should go home. But I didn’t wanna leave with saying goodbye to Thomas.”
He was surprised how easy it was to lie. Christian put a hand on his arm and Sven reacted as if he got burned. He jerked his arm away and glared at Christian, angry at him for touching him. But most of all, he was shocked at his own reaction.
“Okay, take it easy.” Christian said. “You’re freezing.”
Sven hadn’t realised it up till this point, but yes, he was pretty cold now he thought about it. Christian took his hoodie off and gave it to Sven. “Here, put this on. I’ll see if I can find Thomas.”
“Don’t bother. I’m sure he has more important things to do.”
Christian ignored him and went back inside.
Sven debated once again whether it would be a good idea if he went home now. Thomas would probably not even notice. He shivered and crossed his arms in front of his chest with his hands in his armpits to try to get them to warm up.
Before Sven had made a decision the kitchen door opened again. Without needing to turn back Sven knew it was Thomas by the way his footsteps sounded on the stones and by the way he coughed softly. He came closer slowly and sat down next to Sven on the edge of the pool, close, but not quite close enough to touch.
“Hey,” he said softly.
Sven averted his gaze and poignantly looked the other way.
“What’s wrong?”
Sven remained silent for long minutes, but Thomas wasn’t leaving, nor was he saying anything else. Finally, Sven sighed. He kept staring into the distance, not acknowledging Thomas’ presence.
“Did you kiss her?”
“What?”
Sven didn’t explain, just looked at his feet swinging from left to right.
“Did you?”
“Yeah.”
Sven shivered and told himself it was because of the cold. Images of Thomas and that girl danced in front of his eyes, touching, kissing, whispering, and more. He didn’t understand why it made him feel so upset.
“Did you fuck her?”
“Sven, you’re drunk. Please, let’s go inside, okay?” Thomas put a hand on Sven’s shoulder and Sven flinched but made no move to retract his arm.
“I want to know. Did you fuck her?” He emphasised the word as if it was the worst crime he could think of.