Maren stood by the mirror - So, denim shorts - looks good, but this t-shirt is horror. She rummaged in the closet and found the t-shirt she had bought only because Senara wanted so, but it turns out - she's gorgeous. - Let`s go!
When she was already there, by the number of people, she understood - it will be fun. When she drank a mute, the interest in the party was gone. Suddenly, she heard a beautiful downtempo - it began. She did not take her eyes off him until the very end.
After, she went to a small glade near his house. They loved to hide here from everyone ... Until his sudden departure...
Because of a two-week lack of sleep, even a drop of alcohol poured it down. She sat down on the grass. Realizing that today she will have to talk to him, she began to write a script in her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice.
She turned. He was standing with his hands in the pockets of jeans, and she felt a cold - Hi. It was great, and after it I decided to come here. I always come here if I feel happy.
- So, are you happy?
- There is little
Maren wanted to admit to him in everything, but then she remembered Karen's words "You're a fool! Yes, maybe you love him, but does he love you? - it is a controversial issue." So it was always when she tried to say those short three words. No, she was not afraid to say them, she was afraid that Ingrid would be right. But she still decided to try
- Kyrre, I love you, - she whispered, as if choosing an intonation
- What? He asked again. No, not mocking, just did not hear
- Kyrre, I love you. Her voice trembled and, at the same instant, she burst into tears.
Seeing the weeping Maren, Kyrre remembered a thirteen-year-old girl who once brought tea to the room where he and her cousin sat, and a second later, after the question "How was the day at school?" she burst into tears and fled into another room. Unlike a friend, Kyrre stood up and ran after her. She admitted that she was offended, she was greatly offended. He was hugging her for half an hour, trying to calm her.
So it was this time. Only the boy is not fifteen years old, but twenty-two years old. The girl is not thirteen, but twenty years old. And she does not cry on the bed in the room, but she sobs while sitting on the grass. But again in his arms. He stroked her beautiful long hair, and Maren calmed down a little.
- I love you too, Maren - he whispered to her. She looked at him. She still had tears running down her cheeks, she scarcely uttered - Oh, Kyrre...
- I really love you, Maren - he wiped away the last teardrop - Oh, sweetheart, please smile, don`t cry.
- Honey I missed your smile so much - Said Kyrre and hugged her. She was trembling like that leaf from "The Last Leaf". July, but so far the evenings were for some reason cold, sometimes even too much. He took off his jacket and threw it over her shoulders.
- Thank you.
- Why did you cry?
- I was afraid
With a gentle movement, he removed the lock of hair from her face - What were you afraid of?
- Do you remember how I drove out Karen?
He smiled - It's hard to forget.
- She said: "You will return to your best friend!" - I thought that you consider me as a bitch like her. I know she really sent you those photos. I'm sure. I was frightened. I do not want to lose you. Because of this, I cried today.
- What are you talking about, Maren? When I watched you - I was happy for you, because you were freed from her serfdom. She is not interested in anyone except herself. She thought she was setting you up, but what's wrong is that you sometimes lunch with your cousin, or hug him. I would hug myself Jonas for the fact that he introduced me to his beautiful cousin - he kissed her on the cheek. She looked into his eyes, smiled and laid her head on his shoulder.
He was on her lap. They looked at each other with enamored eyes, she stroked his hair.
- You're falling asleep, sweetheart.
- You fall asleep
- No, I fell asleep - they laughed
- You need to sleep
- You're right
They stood up from the grass. He took her hand and led her home.
Already close to her home, he put his arm around her waist.
- Good night beloved.
Good night, dear - they are kissed while the sun shining Hordaland sat over the horizon...