Summer Escape (BoyxBoy) [Completed]

Chapter one

I did it! I bloody did it. It was the middle of the night. An appropriate setting for my escape into freedom. The small Fiat’s wheels crunched in the gravel of the road. Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it a road more like a trail big enough for cars.

The road forked into five different trails. I looked down at the paper in my lap and cursed. I couldn’t see what it said in the darkness. I scrambled for my bag. “Where are you? Come now, I won’t hurt you.” I flinched at my own words and shook my head. Just keep searching, you dimwit.

Finally I found my bag underneath the passenger seat and fished out my phone. “Let there be light,” I chuckled at my lame joke.

Take a right turn down Rødspættestien.

What does Rødspættestien mean? Heck, how do you even pronounce that? I looked at the signs by each trail; they were old and hard to make out. With a frustrated sigh I got out of my car. Phone in hand. There were firs looming around me. I hugged myself. “There’s nothing to be scared about. Not like anyone’s gonna jump you. This is a peaceful place in a peaceful country. There’s nothing to be sc...” I screamed at the top of my lungs when a shadow jumped out from the trees.

“Hold da kæft. Undskyld, forskrækkede jeg dig?” I didn’t know a word he was saying and he was seriously freaking me out. So what was I to do? I held out my bag and started swinging it like a weapon. “Uhm, sprechen Sie deutsch?” he was holding out his hand in a peaceful non-threatening way. I frowned, was he speaking German? Just great, like I knew a word of that language. “Do you speak English?” I enunciated. I could feel the man relax. “Yes. I’m sorry if I frightened you. I was taking a run,” he smiled apologetically – by now my eyes had gotten used to the dark. I felt pretty stupid and was glad the darkness hid my probably raging blush. “Oh, no problem. I overreacted. I was trying to find this, uhm, Roodspaattestaien,” I was hoping he could show me the way so I could get away faster. “Excuse me?” he asked, and frowned in confusion. God, this was getting more embarrassing by the second. I held out the paper and pointed at the name.

“Do you mean Rødspættestien?” he asked. “Yes!” I wasn’t really sure, but he probably knew this better than me. The man pointed at the second trail from the right. “That’s the one.”

“Thank you so much.” I started walking toward the Fiat – quickly. “By the way my name’s Alexander I live in the house at the end of Blåbærstien,” he yelled after me. I froze mid step. He was most definitely trying to suppress a laugh. I didn’t turn, “Danny!” I yelled and fled the scene.

Though the Fiat was small, it was still a bit of a tight fit to get it in the garage. I picked up my duffel bag and got my brown Labrador, Snoopy, out. Snoopy barked with giddiness, finally free from the confinements of the car. “Quiet down you ratbag,” I hissed. I had already made one bad first impression, I didn’t need to make more.

Snoopy ran up the steps to the small house on top of the hill. I groaned and made my way up. I had rented the small summerhouse for one month. It was red with a small patio. Snoopy had already found the door when I got to the top of the steps, he whined softly and nudged my leg. “Yes yes, just wait a minute,” I got the key out and unlocked the door. The door opened into a small living room slash kitchen. I fumbled along the wall in search of a light switch. “Ouch!” my toe had hit an armchair’s leg. I bit down on my lip to hold in a curse. Fuck! Hell! Son of a bitch! Satan’s sweaty balls! It stayed in.

Snoopy was exploring the house without trouble; light or no light. I fumbled along the wall – even more careful – and finally found the light switch.

A soft light from an old fashioned lampshade – it was of metal and painted orange – illuminated the room. The furniture was scarce and old, but I guess that’s what’s left when you rent a summerhouse this far into the summer.