In the Moshpit - Joost Klein

24.

A/N: If you saw the first time I posted this, no you didn't

I was panicking. My heart was racing as I ran through my apartment. It was all a mess, and I was a mess. There was nothing more I hated than being late and now I was the one making us late.

My suitcases were already packed but I forgot that I had to get ready before I could leave the house since I had no clothes other than my pyjama outfit. That outfit consisted of a pair of boxes I stole from a man years ago when I still lived in Germany on the street, and a white t-shirt with holes in it.

Sometimes it was a shock to me that I was famous and had real money to buy clothes with instead of just wearing my old clothes. I always felt like a bunch of my clothes had memories to them, so I kept them, no matter if the memory was bad or good. I was very bad at letting things go...if you hadn't already noticed by now.

I ripped my suitcase open to look for anything to wear. I swore I had set an alarm in time for me to have plenty of time to get ready, but I managed to wake up 5 minutes before Joost would be here.

After the Berlin pre-party we spent the whole following day just walking around the city and spending some quality time knowing that we wouldn't see each other for about a week and a half. I did shred a little tear when I took the train home, but it didn't even take Joost five minutes before he called me.

Attachment issues much?

I couldn't say much myself because at that time I was already about to text him, so we were both in the same boat when it came to being attached to one another. As Joost said so nicely we didn't really have many people other than each other so why not make the most of it while we were still alive.

Joost and his friends had decided they would drive all the way from The Netherlands to Malmö and pick me up on the way. I was incredibly grateful for the opportunity but knowing I would be meeting his best friends for the first time in a matter of minutes while I was wearing some homeless guy's underwear was a stressful situation.

I felt like I could see no clothes anywhere even though the whole luggage only consisted of clothes. My apartment was also a complete mess since I was rarely ever there these days. I only slept there for a few hours a day and then I was on to the next thing like interviews, promo, rehearsals, meetings with the Danish committee and the list goes on.

I heard three knocks on the door, and I screamed in frustration. I still looked like a mess without a proper outfit on. I ran towards the door and opened it but ran quickly back to my suitcase.

Four men entered my crazy looking apartment. "I'm so fucking sorry for being late but please just give me 2 minutes and I swear that I'll be ready" I didn't even look at them. I knew they would judge me if they said the frustrated face.

I was unzipping another department of my suitcase where hopefully I would find some clothes or at least a hairbrush. I didn't search for long until two hands picked me up and pulled me close.

"Hello honey" he said and was about to give me a kiss but I placed my hand over my mouth.

"Sorry morning breath" I mumbled into my hand.

He dismissed the hand to the side and gave me a kiss anyway. "I have waited what felt like years for that kiss so not even a stanky ass morning breath could stop me from that '' Joost smiled at me.

"Is it really that bad?" I asked.

"Yep, you should drown your mouth in some mouthwash" He playfully said and set me down on the floor again.

I made eye contact with one of the men. He was wearing a brown sweater that matched his hair. His eyes were blue, and he had a moustache. He basically looked like every skater boy in Copenhagen. "Hi, I'm Teun" He extended his hand towards me.