Close Your Eyes (Percico)

We're Not Gonna Take It

Finn

Simone left the cafe after his mom called, wanting him home, and I was left with Fredric.

"Oh, tut mir—" He said after accidently bumping into me and this is when I recognize him. "Finn?"
Oh, sor— Finn?

It took me a second to realize who he was.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, being I was still thinking English after getting off the phone with Carlos. "What... Wer... Fredric?'
I'm sorry. What... Who... Fredric?

"Ja..." Fredric answered, nodding. "Was machst du hier? Ich dachte das du auf Amerika jetzt wohnt."
Yeah... What are you doing here? I thought you lived in America.

"Ich mache," I confirmed for him. "Wir sind hier am Ferien für ein paar Wochen."
I do. We're here on vacation for a few weeks.

"Oh, cool," Fredric remarked. "Wie war Amerika?"
Oh, cool. How was America?

"Es war cool!" I told him and kind of thought about it for a minute. "Um... Die Skateboardparks sind nett. Schule war okay. Langweilig, aber... Interessant genug."
It was cool! Um... The skate parks are nice. School was okay. Boring, but... Interesting enough.

"Hast du neue Freunde gefunden?" He asked me and then went there. "Oder ein neues Freunden?"
Did you make new friends? Or a new girlfriend?

I definitely blushed.

"Uh... Freunde, ja," I answered and slowly nodded. "Freundin? Nein. Ich... Ich hatte ein Offenbarung dieses Jahr. Ich hatte ein Freund, aber es dauert nicht lang. Es ist okay, obwohl. Was ist mit ihnen?"
Uh, friends, yeah. Girlfriend? No. I... I had a revelation this year. I had a boyfriend, but it didn't last long. It's okay, though. What about you?

"Eh," Fredric shrugged, grabbing the drink he ordered as we sat down at a table. "Ich uh... Nichts interessantes. Kein Freund. Luca hat mich gefragt, aber..."
Eh, I uh... Nothing interesting. No boyfriend. Luca asked me out, but...

Luca isn't the best person out there. Also, him and Fredric have never gotten along. That sounds terrible.

"Es tut mir Lied," I apologized. "Das klingt rauh. Aber draußen das, wie war dein Jahr?"
Im so sorry, that sounds rough. But outside of that, how was your year?

He sighed and shrugged.

"Es war... Okay?" He told me, sounding kind of unsure. And I figured that probably wasn't meaning anything good. Fredric has dealt with depression for a few years now and yeah. It's not fun. "Ich meine... Es war nicht die beste, Schule war was auch immer, ich gerade... Ich weiß nicht..."
It was... Okay? I mean... It wasn't the best, school was whatever. I just... I don't know...

I glanced down at his arms, and he was wearing bracelets. A good deal of them. Which he tends to wear when he's been cutting and having a hard time.

Because if his parents see it, they'd ship him off to either a shitty mental home or military school and they send him to a mental home once and he hated it. He hated it a lot. It didn't help him.

Moving my chair over by him, I gave him a weird sort of side hug and he asked me where we were staying right now.

"Well," I explained, because he hasn't met Nico or Carlos. Carlos wasn't around, though, he was with Grandpa at a museum not far from the city. Like a ten minute drive. "Wir sind in unserem alten Haus. Es ist mein Oma und Opa, Vati und dein Freund, Nico, und dann Carlos, Nico's sohn, Luana, und mich. Aber, Carlos, Opa, und Luana sind nicht zu Hause. Warum?"
Well. We're at our old house. It's my grandma and grandpa, dad and his boyfriend, Nico. And then Carlos, Nico's son, Luana, and me. But Carlos, Grandpa, and Luana aren't home. Why?