Stupid Love Songs

12. - Canada, hockey and bed

"Stop with the German." I stop the neurosurgeon, who starts babbling at me in German as soon as I get home.

"And why should he?" My sister says, handing the screwdriver to Konrad. He's just oozing Germany, and I'm worried that in two years I'll have little Germans running around.

"Because I have enough German."

"But German is a nice language."

"Absolutely. The language might be pretty but wait until hockey." He drops the screwdriver and the shelf, and my sister nearly falls over with a piece of wood that's been assembled here for quite a while. I don't know what they're trying to do, but they better stick to their doctoring.

"We do good hockey."

"We better. Better help my sister." I smack him in the chest and he realizes his love is about to fall. I grab my backpack off the line, pop a liniment in my mouth, and head up to my room.

It's only the 20th, but the holidays start early because it's Friday. And I'm glad, because I can't stand my classmates anymore, they're all getting on my nerves lately, it's not even possible. Maybe it was because my hormones were a bit out of whack, thank God it ended yesterday.

Still, I'm glad I don't have to be there for more than two weeks now.

Plus, this Christmas is going to be something. My parents will probably be home, although they are still in Denmark, my grandmother is planning big things not only in the village but also at home, my sister is flying here with Konrad and then I am here. Surrounded by people and chaos, but somehow alone.

Maxim's in Montreal, I'm here.

He plays hockey, I eat candy.

But what connects us is an invisible string he took on the plane and stretched across the ocean. Well, Christmas is gonna be all about chaos, family time, community events and hockey. Especially hockey. Besides the fact that Mr. Neurosurgeon here is a neurosurgeon, he used to play hockey.

I would have watched anyway. No, we're feeling something. Yeah, that's what happened. We're both not happy about it, but there's nothing we can do about it. You can't change feelings. You can't change love.

I'm having a little more trouble with boys right now. Juraj keeps texting me, but I'm done with him. He looked so sweet and innocent, but he's a dick, just like Maxim said. I got pictures of him kissing some girl, I wouldn't have cared if he hadn't texted me the day before and the day after, telling me how badly he wanted to see me, how badly he wanted to be with me, how badly he wanted to hug me and so on.

So I texted him and told him to blow himself and leave me alone. He didn't reply to that message.

But I have a hockey wife career with a hockey player from another state.

Speaking of our national treasure.

"Hey, where's Bagel?" The first thing that comes out of his lips.

"Hi."

"Hey, Amy. I'm glad to see you again, can you show me Bagel please?" He smiles sweetly. I show him Bagel, who's sleeping on my bed. "Cute. How's school?" I put my phone on the makeup table, lean it against the wall, and start to take my makeup off.

"Not much. Everybody's pissing me of, especially the three of them, Nat wants to kill me, and Coleman was talking again. You're not gonna believe me."

"What?"

"Well, our teacher is going into politics and she's going to be our class teacher."

"Cool."

"But we shouldn't have known, the headmistresses will be upset again."