something about you- lena oberdorf

VI.

you looked beautiful tonight
text me if you want :)
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I read to myself, nearly out loud. My head immediately starts to spin and I can feel my hands sweating. What the fuck.

When I hear steps outside my room, I twist the little paper inside her shirt and put it in my bedside table. Just as I manage to close the drawer, my dad turned the knob on my door around and stands in my doorway.

Why can't he knock? He always knocks, why not now? I nearly had an heart attack.

" I saw you're still awake...Is everything alright, darling? You seemed so off, since we're out of the stadium" , my dad asks me and stares at me concerned.
Fuck. For a little moment, I forgot that my dad knows me the best.
"Yes, I'm okay, dad I'm just really tired and I'm still disappointed because the lionesses lost, could you please let me get some sleep?"
I try to say it in the calmest way I can, not wanting to offend my dad. I really appreciate him and how he cares about me so much.
"Yes, it's okay sweetie. Have a good night. You can come to me whenever something is wrong, you know that right?"
"Yup Dad, I know. I love you, have a good night."

He turns around and closes the door, leaving me alone with the thought of an professional football player telling me I'm beautiful.

I decide that this is a problem for the future me, so I lay down in my bed and try to get some sleep, after all the chaos that happened today.

To my own surprise I fall asleep pretty fast and I get torn out of my sleep to my ringtone. I slowly turn around to my bedside table, to see who is calling me this early in the morning.

It is nothing other than an group call from the significant six. Without hesitation I grab my phone and press the pick up button. But the mood isn't like I was expecting.

"Guys? Why is everybody so silent and calm?" I bring out with my morning voice.
"Ooooh, look who's awake! Look who has made it to the group chat", Rick jokes. It gives me hope that nothing bad has happened and my Intuition just fooled me.

"Alora... my mum has cancer. She was diagnosed last week and she just told us." Toby cries out.
"Toby are you kidding? I am so, so sorry. How are you feeling?", stupid question, I know, but I don't know what to say right now.

"Well, obviously not great Alora! Toby, we are coming over just wait like half an hour. You don't have to be alone." Smilla snaps back at me, but she has a point.
My question was ass and there is nothing more Toby needs in this hard times than his friends being there for him.

Kie comes to pick me up in her car and drive over to Toby's house. We stop at McDonald's and get the group some food.

When I enter the house I hear distinct chatting and nothing more. The house feels empty. It's nothing like it was when I came here the last time. I feel so weird thinking about the fact Toby's Mother has to die eventually.

For the rest of the day we all try to distract Toby and his little sister from all the bad thoughts. We watch Comedy together, Gossip and cook together as the sun is setting down.

But through the whole day every then and now my stomachs starts to drop and I feel sick. Not because of Tobys situation.
I feel kinda bad, that this feeling is not there because of cancer. It's there because of Lena Oberdorf. It's this little paper, that I took with me in my pocket. I don't even know why I did it, but there is a chance that I would use it to reach out to her.

I sit on the couch when I suddenly get this uncomfortable feeling again. Over and over again. I realise that I can't forget what happened and I have to face this conversation (if this conversation is even happening, she probably forgot about it), or I'm gonna loose my mind.

"I go to the bathroom real quick. Brb." I just inform my friends and disappear in the room around the corner. I lock the door, obviously.

I sit down on the floor and start to type in the number that is written on the note.

authors note—
- omg i forgot to post i'm sorry
- i hate cancer.