Fireworks || Jüri Pootsmann

i.

"Introduce yourself." The lady in front of me orders. I'd been nervous yet positive when I'd come to this job interview, and then I met her.

The stern expression on her face never falters and I feel like I am being judged every second. I'd walked in, asked for Arda Gerardson, as her name is, but hadn't expected her to be so, so.. cold. She had looked me up and down a few times before sticking her hand out and shaking mine firmly.

"Uh, I-" My squeaky voice echoes in the empty room.

Get yourself together, Emma!

I yell at myself in my head. I scrape my throat, straighten my posture and start again, "I am Emma Fanderwal. I am 22, just graduated from University in law and now looking for a job."

Miss Gerardson nodds with every word that leaves my mouth. "Very well. Why did you choose this company to apply for a job?"

After that I feel a little more at ease, the interview flows but it doesn't go near as how I would have wanted it to be.

"You will hear from me as soon as possible." Miss Gerardson says and shakes my hand again firmly. She leads the way back to the entrance, and just seconds later I stand outside again, breathing in well-needed fresh air.

I turn left around the corner and see the busy road coming into sight. Just seconds ago, it all seemed so quiet and peaceful when. Just seconds ago, before I turned around the corner.

I ignore the nagging feeling and continue my way down the road. Without thinking about it I walk the way home. I'd gone this way millions of times before the interview, just so I knew exactly which way to walk and how much time it would take me.

Jüri went with me a few times, and had declared me crazy but I couldn't care less.

I'd prepared for this interview for ages and now I feel... empty? Drained? Sad?

I don't know how I feel.

It's not long until I can see the familiar building come into sight and I know I am almost home. Close to the comfort that it brings.

Unintentionally, I begin to walk a little faster. I waste no time in going up the four floors and opening the door, stepping into the warmth.

Before I can even hang my coat, two arms wrap around my waist and a body presses itself against mine. "How did it go?" Jüri asks me.

"Horrible. It was horrible."

He loosens his grip on me, allowing me to turn around in his arms, "I'm sure it wasn't. Now tell me more about it."

I sigh and let my head hang low. Before I can even start my next sentence, blabbering on about how awful it was, Jüri puts his index finger under my chin and tilts my face upwards.

He smiles at me sweetly, "I like to see your beautiful face."

I don't have to see myself to know my face is turning as red as a tomato. I am sensitive to his sweet words, and he knows it. Which is why he always likes to say these things to me.

"Can you not?" I murmur, and let me eyes fall shut, nevertheless keeping a soft smile on my face.

I feel him chuckle only ever so slightly before he turns serious again. "Tell me more." He whispers.

I don't open my eyes as I begin talking, "She was so judging. " I say and move my hands around mindlessly. "I really did my best. I was prepared. And still.."

Jüri presses his lips softly against my forehead.

"I feel defeated." I tell him.

"You shouldn't. Like you said, you prepared, you did your best and that was all you could do. Afla would be crazy if she didn't give you a chance."

"Her name's Arda."

"That's what I said." Jüri says and waves his hand dismissively.

I try to force a smile, though I am not entirely sure I succeeded.

"Now let's go this way.." He begins and starts pushing me towards the bed in our bedroom. "You go change and lay down in bed nice and warm, and I'll make you tea. We are spending the day in bed watching films whether you like it or not."

"But it's 2 in the afternoon!" I say laughing as he pushes me onto the bed.

Jüri shruggs his shoulders, "So?"

"Well-"

He interrupts me, "Exactly."

I look at him sceptically, "You didn't even let me finish."

He is already out the room before I can finish my sentence, "Sorry, can't hear you!" Jüri yells from the kitchen.

I decide to give up, as I know I am not going to win this. I change into my pyjama's and close the curtains, making it darker in the room.

If we were doing this anyway, then might as well do it properly.

For some reason the dvd player is actually cooporating for once and I can easily set up the film. I choose to once again watch my favourite film. One that Jüri can absolutely not stand, but has watched many times for my sake.

I crawl into bed once I am finished and at that same moment Jüri comes back into the room, with a steaming cup of tea in each hand.

"Oh no. No, no no. I am not watching that film again." Jüri declares once he notices which film it is that I put in.

I smile sweetly at him, "You wanted to watch a film, then I get to decide. It's called a compromise, honey."

Defeated, he says nothing and I smile thriumphantly.

Jüri sets the two cups of tea on the nighttable at his side of the bed and lays down next to me. I move closer to him, and immediately, almost instinctively he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer.

"Can you please hand me my tea?" I ask him once we're both settled.

The michievous smile on his face doesn't promise me any good, "You want me to watch this film, then I get to decide when you get your tea. It's called a compromise, honey."

And with that we both knew, that once again, he had won the game.

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hello, wow, it's been a long time hasn't it? I've missed writing and I've missed u guys all so so much and I'm really happy to be back (especially with this fanfic about ur fav estonian)

I want to publish this now for you all, but I'll say that updates will most likely be slow as I am in my graduation year which means I'm super super busy :(( (im almost dying of stress pls help)