After Effects

Chapter 33. - Umazane Misli

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I'm freaking cracking up at the fact Kris and Nace couldn't name a single girl band to save their fucking lives! The way Kris absolutely saw his entire career flash before his eyes when the interviewer joked about them being sexist! Love that girl, her interviews are always the best. Also how sweet was Kris for inviting her to Stozice, OH MY GAAWWDD!!!!! 

Please leave a comment and tell me, 

are you team Bojan or team Kris? 

Also this was weird asf to write, but i think it turned out pretty good. Turn up Umazane Misli 'cause Bojan definitely be having some. 

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"Uh, n-no. It's fine, don't worry." Bojan told me but seemed rather nervous himself. Like he didn't really know what to do with his body or what to say. Especially not with his hands since he ran them through his hair multiple times before itching the back of his head while avoiding my gaze. 

"Um, i should, uh... no, i-i actually really liked that -  NO NOT THAT! Not that. I mean, i did but, -but no. It's not that i didn't like it but, um... no, i did- no! I-I should go." Bojan panicked. I felt my heart ache a little when he said he didn't like the kiss. It was it because i wasn't a good kisser? Did my breath smell bad? Was it that it came out of nowhere? Was it too short for him to form a real opinion? 

Bojan undid his own seatbelt but seemed to have forgotten the sweater vest was on his lap so it fell down on the car floor. "Shit." Bojan whispered. He bent down to pick it up but did it so quickly that i barely saw it when he hit his head on the display of the car. "Ow fuck!" He hissed and brought his hand to his forehead where he smashed it into the display. He leaned back into his seat. 

"Shit, Bojan! You okay?" I stupidly asked. 

"Yeah, yeah. It's fine." He said and sat up. I noticed how he seemed to cover his thighs with his long black coat. Probably just because he was uncomfortable with the situation. 

"Are you sure, do you need something cold?" I asked him as if i actually had something cold to give him. 

"No, no it's fine. I'm good." Bojan tried to convince me, but the way he seemed so nervous definitely said otherwise. Bojan grabbed the doorhandle and opened the car door but not before once again hitting his head on the doorframe. 

"Oh shit, Bojci!" I exclaimed. Bojan groaned in pain. 

"It's okay. I'm good." He said and got out of the car, this time without hurting himself and thank fuck for that. 

I hurried out of the car and tried to follow him but he was already way ahead. Bojan walked in through the door to the TV center and just continued towards one of the toilets not so far away from the reception. 

"Bojan it's not that way!" I yelled after him, but it didn't seem to reach him at all. The guys weren't sitting in that direction - if they had even arrived yet. I didn't realize Bojan was headed towards the toilets and not trying to find the guys. My eyes followed him as he entered the men's room without another word to me and i was left alone in this big building i had never been in before. 

Silence instantly became a pain in the ass. 

I closed my eyes and sighed. Immediately my thoughts attacked me like i was a dear and it was the hunting season. My thoughts were way too fast for me to follow along. They came at me like bullets and they hit hard.