Stronger Than Depression

Chapter 16

Song: Nemo by Nightwish

"Are you kidding me? For real?" My eyes almost popped out.

"Yeah, whenever you are ready." Konstantin shrugged. I quickly remembered my parents and their strict way of life. They would never let me go anywhere.

Octavian spoke: "Guys, I think we have a problem here." Max and Konstantin looked each other in confusion. I just nodded for Octavian to continue: "Ema has super strict parents who will never let her go."

"But how is she here today? And how old are you Ema?" I answered him:"I am seventeen and I lied to my parents that I went shopping. They barely let me go." They frowned in disapointment. "But hey, don't be sad. We have delicious lunch in front of us and I really hope one day we will visit Moscow, together." I reasured them.

"I think we should go now, we don't have whole day." Octavian said after we ate our lunch.

"Already?" Max was surprised.

"We have to." I frowned.

"It was nice having you around." Max exclaimed.

"Hopefully we will see each other again. You both rock!" I pointed my fingers at Maximilian and Konstantin. Octavian and I headed towards the car, without Konstantin. "Konstantin isn't coming?"

"No. He said he will stay with Maximilian this weekend. So, I was thinking. I assume you need some shirts or something. Should we go shopping?"

"Yeah, I am not really in the mood, but we should, just because of my parents. I know one shop so we don't have to go to the Mall."

"Ok, we can go there. So did you like my silly brothers?"

"Of course I did. You are all so positive, I don't know how you do that."

"Do what?"

"STAY SO POSITIVE?!"

"We are trying to. We also have bad days sometimes, trust me."

"Pull out here. I'll be quick, just few Tees and that is all."

"I will go with you."

"Oh, ok. I thought you would be bored in there but if you want to come, sure." We got in and I just grabbed three black shirts. One plain black, other had Darth Vader on it and the third one had NYC written on it. I also grabbed plain white one.

"You really like black, don't you?" Octavian commented after I bought shirts and we got in the car.

"And you don't? We are both wearing black all the time. That is why we are friends." He just laughed. I heard my phone vibrating so I checked it to see a text message from Irina. I frowned.

"What is wrong?" Octavian asked worriedly.

"Irina's just texted me."

"Damn." He exhaled loudly.

"I know. I don't know what to do about her anymore. I really don't get it why I am not supposed to hang out with her, I mean, she hasn't done anything to me. I am so confused." I burried my face into my hands.

"Ema, we talked about her hundred times before. I am afraid you could somehow get hurt while being with her. She is a bad person."

"And how do you know that?" I was getting nervous and angry. He aparently doesn't know the girl, but also doesn't allow me to hang out and talk to her. That is just ridiculous. I saw him getting really upset and I knew he was getting angry again. He lied to me few days ago about how he could never be angry at me.