FLOWER

CHAPTER 5.5

I'm with my sister in the school parking lot. We say goodbye to the librarian who, like us, is finishing today. I'm surprised she hasn't retired yet. Maybe she earns extra money. Lian pulls up to us. He rolls down the window.

- You have seen these three princes.

- They are still in the locker room.

- Worse than women, what do they have to do there? - Fortunately, it's not my problem. Looking at the cloudy Nasturtium, I see mine. I sigh. Something happened at school today.

We move on to our indestructible vehicles. As we ride our bikes away from potential listeners, I ask.

- Everything's all right.

- Sofia gave me a tanning lecture.

- She could see her skin tone in the mirror or on her hand, whatever.

- Apparently it's a self-tanner. And tomorrow Mairi will enjoy the same beautiful tan. And healthy, too.

- Do I need to remind you how old you are? And one time you stare in the sun doesn't make you an old man.

- Even the Davis brothers use it. I know because I saw it myself. Several times. She probably didn't let Asher out of her sight. I guess it's Mairi's unrequited love. She stares at him until her saliva drips down to her knees. He blows her off. Sheila begs her to finally put an end to it all. She even apologized to me for it. All that matters to Mairi is Sofía's opinion. She is her faithful follower monkey.

- My poor thing, they gave you a hard time.

- Yes. We probably won't be bored here.

- Quite possible.

We spend the rest of the way admiring the ruined town. Day by day, it seems to me that this place is deteriorating even more and faster. We pass several abandoned ruins of buildings next to the market square. Covered with some kind of mat to protect against falling fragments of the destroyed walls.

I don't even know when my sister took me a gym set. He still doesn't believe in my fashion skills. And she was already completely prepared. The creation of the hairstyle, the craftsmanship of creating a new make-up, the matching of the creation was over. And I missed it . Today, the colour pink reigns supreme. What a miracle. Unless ... . Let him not even think. It's not so easy to shell out. But I heard right. Sister's guilt is eating away at her. Just what is the point.

As usual, this nice Mr. Caiuby is at the reception desk and everything is going smoothly.

- We would have a request.

- I'm listening. - I'm taking out mum's leaflets. Maybe someone will be tempted to do their nails.

- Can we get them here?

- Of course, please put them with the rest. - We do according to the instructions.

- Thank you very much.

- Nothing to talk about. It doesn't cost me anything.

- Thank you again.

- Have a nice training.

Today's upper body training. The exercises are going perfectly until you have to ask for a belay while doing the bench press. The thought of my sister lying haunts me.

- Help you? - She's more sensitive to me than ever.

- NO.

- Hey. - She makes an offended face.

I'm hanging around the equipment while the victim plants himself. And I almost asked her. The enchanted sister stands next to us.

- Hey. -Alexander smiles at me.

- Hello.

- We can exchange.

- Yse. Will you help me?- The sisters almost trip.

- Hey? What about me? - She asks reproachfully.

- You have so much equipment.

The blonde just realized that he was messing with the machine with me instead of Nasturtium. The face is priceless.

- Swap today? What have you done?

It is imperative to change the time you come to the gym. The wizard is around somewhere. And with him probably the rest of the company.

- Nothing. - Sister answering.

- I see, that's what it's like with you women. Nothing takes on a new meaning. And even becomes its own opposite.

- You're talking nonsense.

- Wait I'll remind you of that again. You will still apologise to me for it.

- You will not live to see it. -Lian appears as quickly as he disappears.

I can't look at your sister in the long run. Her pain is written all over her face. I have to hang up my gun. I have no evidence anyway. Apart from memories. The three of us exchange. After two series I run away from there. I feel like a fifth wheel. Alexander throws compliments in my sister's direction and she nothing. Definitely too much for me.

I can't enjoy being alone. A sorcerer appears next to me. He looks extremely tempting in gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt that hugs his muscles. Why does he have to look so good.

- I didn't know you liked old men. -I won't tell. He surprised me.

- Are you listening? - I don't think I understand.

- What I don't get in my face for. Are you a golden girl or do you prefer the term prostitute. - Lian asks. No mockery in his voice. Totally serious. I blink involuntarily.

- You don't have to bother, I don't care what you take me for. Your brother is no match for you in politeness.

- You will confirm this with your father. I will be grateful.

- Mongrel, how much do you charge per hour? -Oh and as if on cue my favourite is along with his entourage. - Maybe I can afford at least five minutes? - Even for a second at a discount of ninety-nine per cent.

- It is not befitting for your brother to be nice. He is not even threatened by it. - Asher heads towards me.

- Don't even come close to her. - The sorcerer stops his brother, standing in his way. - If you want to get rid of energy, run up the stairs.

However, being the third wheel isn't that bad. It's time to go back there. He gives scratching quickly. Leaving the brothers to their own devices.