The journey of my life

Chapter 1 - The journey begins

(Before the story begins, I want to say some things: The story is originally not mine, it's written by a guy named Skystar from a German gay forum. However, I'm allowed to translate/publish it here, and also, I'm allowed to make a sequel. Thanks again!!  Originally, one of my friends wanted to do it, but she hasn't got time, so I'll take care of it. The sequel will be posted after the last chapter of this Story to understand it. By the way, this translation is deadicated to my good friend Ever_After_Fanwriter. And now, enjoy!)

I looked a last time into my packed suitcase and I controlled, if I didn't forget anything. From my  clothes, over my body care products to my tablet and my Mp3 player. After I checked everything, I closed my suitcase, which turned out to be a Little difficult. Everything would probably just pop right out of it , when I'd open it 24 hours later, but my boyfriend can take care of it then. He's pleased when my undies fly right into his face. However, if it'd be my socks that would get under his nose, he should be happy that they have been washed before.

I  walked downstairs and placed my heavy suitcase next to my  shoes. My mother came towards me from the kitchen, a little weepy, and carried my backpack with her, with a lot of food and Drinks for my upcoming journey. "I miss you already, my angel!", she said with a little sadness, but with a smile in her face, to me, and hugged me very firmly on her breast. It was a bit uncomfortable for me of course, I wasn't a little child anymore with 17 years, but nobody saw me, so it was okay. But if she did that in school with me, I'd probably be the mockery of my schoolmates again and they would laugh and call me a "mama's boy", but it was summer break today and a start of an awesome journey. In less than half an hour my train would leave Berlin Central Station. My destination: the legendary Rome in Italy, because my Italian boyfriend lives there, along with his family. I haven't seen him since spring break actually. Back then he visited us and now I'd visit him for 3 hopefully incredible weeks. I was already very excited to finally hold him in my arms again and to put a kiss onto his lips. Nowadays you can do a lot with the internet – chatting, caming – but you can't touch the person on the other side of the screen. My heart already tingled wildly, but I wouldn't see my boy until tomorrow, because the trip would take around 24 hours - a long trip and my butt felt already hurt by just thinking of sitting the whole time. My dad came into the hallway and asked me if I was ready. I answered with a brief "yes" and I couldn't prevent my mother from hugging me again. My dad already went out of the door and placed my filled suitcase, which felt like 10 elephants, into the car trunk. "Did you take your whole room or are these bricks?", he asked me afterwards, breathing hardly. I didn't answer him, I just smirked. After wie went into the car and left the driveway, my mother waved goodbye from the door. I waved back and watched into her direction until the car drove around a corner and I didn't see her anymore.

It was 10 minutes to the station, enough time for my dad to give me some words of advice and told me to be careful. It would have been totally okay, if he didn't tell me all of this at dinner the day before. "And don't trust any stranger, don't even talk to them, it will be the best thing!", he advised and I rolled with my eyes."Dad, I'm not a baby anymore.", I replied after a while, after he also meant I shouldn't do something rash – in reference of my boyfriend, if you know what I mean.

I was happy, when we finally arrived at the station and it was just about minutes until I was sitting in the train to Rome. The station was very full – understandable, while summer break. My father and I fought us through a group of Japanese tourists, who even had to photograph a german trashbin, and arrived after a short while at the platform, from where my train departed. It already arrived and many passengers entered the train. In 5 minutes the train would leave. "So.", I finally spoke to my dad and I shortly thought if he'd also hug me, but he's a man... I am a man... men don't hug, that's so uncool! At least straight men don't. "Take care of yourself, call us when you arrived and send us a postcard with the colosseum" , he said to me, after helping me to carry my suitcase into the train, while my backpack was dangling on my back. "I will! I promise!", I told him, exactly as some blew a whistle, followed by a loud closing of all carriage doors. I stared through the door's window to my father, who waved to me a last time, smiling. The train started to move and left Berlins Central Station with slow velocity.