~0.3~

35 1 0
                                        

Tamara's POV

Ootc

"Good morning Jaxon

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

"Good morning Jaxon." I say when I give him his coffee.

"Good morning." He says grumpy.

"Hungover?" I ask laughing.

"A little." 

"Take this." I say and give him an aspirin.

"How do you know it works? Aren't you only 16?" He asks.

"I've been drinking since I'm about 13/14 just like a lot of teens in The Netherlands." I say.

"Jesus, so young?" He asks.

"Yes, I know, it's bad." I say.

"Your room is almost done." He says random.

"I know, you finally get your bed back." I say.

"I don't mind, I'm barely home anyways."

"Why don't you live on campus?" I ask.

"Because I didn't want to leave everything so I went to college close by." He says.

"What are you studying?" 

"Medicine, I want to be a doctor." He says.

"How about you?"

"I was almost done with high school, just 1 more year, than I wanted to go to college to become a physiotherapist." I say.

"Why?"

"I don't know,  I've been interested in the human body as long as I remember. So I just thought why not make my work out of it." I say.

"So you can help yourself with you injury?"

"No, I still need to know a lot but I know how to tape it when it hurts since I can't wear my brace anymore, I just need to do my exercises everyday then I will be fine." I say.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"In the beginning it did but that was about 4 months ago, it's starting to get better. I can walk without my crutches for some time, need to do it as much as I can but it's hard sometimes."

"Tell me when you need help okay, I'll be here for you." He says.

"Thank you." I say.

"Kids, breakfast!" I hear David yell.

"Let's go." He says and stand up, I get up as well and we go to the hallway.

"Still weird seeing you two get out of the same room." Damon says when we get out of the room.

"Just one more day than my room is finally done." I say.

"Still weird." He says. We all walk downstairs and see everyone sitting at the table.

The Dutch girlWhere stories live. Discover now