Ich Liebe Dich.

Chapter Five.

Meinhard's Pov.

I am nervous, because I made a deal with myself. I am going to go there tonight, I am going to answer their questions, I am going to do that song with them, without my voice trembling so bad that I can't sing. Other side of the deal was that I am going to stay inside for months. Without any redundant contact with humans. Well yes I need to buy food, but thats all. "You stand up from that bed, get dress and go there. I don't care that you don't like that, you go and that's end of the conversation." Please don't think bad of me. I talk with myself pretty often. I am not crazy. My grandma always said that humans need to get along with themselves before they want to get along with other humans. She was right. Thats why I am often talking with myself, I want to get along with myself. I found myself a black blazer and black jeans and a shirt. At the end I am only in black. No other color, only black. I hope I don't freak out, that is the last thing I need. I don't want to emparrass myself. But I am afraid that it is going to happen. I grab my phone, wallet, car keys and step out of my home. I lock my home front door and I manage to walk to the car, open the door and sit inside. Then my mind wants to get the best of me. I am thinking over, am I doing the right thing? I push that thought to the back of my head and start my car, starting to drive to Chris' house. I turn on my radio, the Lost Children by Blutengel coming on. I made a whole CD with their music. And I have been listening to their music 24/7.

Chris' Pov.

I am losing hope that he is not going to come. Then Ulrike screams from somewhere in the house that black Lexus IS 200t or IS 300 drove in front of the house. It can be only Meinhard. I know every car that our friends have, and I am 100% sure that no one has Lexus IS, doesn't matter if it is 200t or 300. I walk to the window. He sits still in the car, probably think does he step out of the car or turn the car around and drive away. Ulrike asks me why doesn't he come out. I sigh and tell her again, what he was like in the morning. Finally, he steps out of his car and walks to the door. Soft knocks on the door after a minute or so thinking his fist already raised, he finally collected enough courage to knock.

Well he has his last change to run away. I go and open the door myself, because I can't trust Ulrike to do it. She will scare the poor boy away.  When I open the door, he seems so afraid and ready to pass out. Do we really scare him so badly? I motion for him to come inside. He nods. Meant Thank You or Hello. Or both. "Hello Mr. Pohl." Did he just call me Mr. Pohl? "Hello to you too. And please, call me Chris. He nods, slight blush on his cheeks. Oh God. Now he is feeling guilty. "I am sorry"

If he doesn't start talking louder I am going to need new ears.

"There is nothing to be sorry for."

He just nods for that. I lead him to living room, I don't let him in there, not before telling him about how child-like Ulrike can be and most of the time is.

He like smiles, but at the same time he doesn't.

Meinhard's Pov.

*some time back. *

When I see the big manor-like house, I can swear that my jaw is on the floor. It's beautiful. I stop my car and then reality hit me like a train. I wasn't nervous the whole drive here, now I am twice as nervous as I was at the morning. If things are going like this, I can't get not even two words out at the time. I sit at the car for some time, trying to calm my breathing, knowing that I can't get that completely calm. Once I think I am calm enough, I step out of the car and make my way to the front door. I raise my fist to knock, but then start thinking, can I do it or Can't I? What am I talking? Of course I can do it. Why do I hesitate? When the door opens I come face to face with Chris Pohl himself. I am not sure if I can call him Chris or not so I call him Mr. Pohl. As the words left my lips I know that I should have called him Chris, but he doesn't scream at me, he tells me politely that he prefers to be called Chris and motion me to come inside. I feel guilty and I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I apologize to him.