𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. (viktor fischer) ❤️

38 - otteogtredive

Viktor and I woke up early for the big day ahead. We had breakfast together quickly, and then prepared the car for Viktor to drive to Aalborg.

"Have you texted everyone you're supposed to?" Viktor asked, referring to the plan.
"Yeah, they've all replied to me and waiting for us to arrive."
"Perfect." Viktor loaded up the last bag into the back of his car, and jumped into the driver's seat. "I guess we're ready to go."

Aalborg was about 4 hours from Copenhagen, so we had plenty of time to make sure we were clear on our plan.
"So, we're staying at Grace's house... that's girl we met from the TV interview a while ago, right?" Viktor asked.
"Yeah, that's her. She was so kind! She said we could stay as long as we needed... I'm sure she's extra excited to see you, though." I looked at Viktor and smiled.
"That's nice of her. I've got a little present for her in the back!" He smiled back. I could tell he genuinely enjoyed making people happy, which made him even more attractive.
"Aww, that's so sweet of you. If that was me in her situation, I'd probably have a heart attack... it's still so surreal for me to be sitting in your car to be honest, let alone being your girlfriend..." It still felt so weird saying those words out loud.
"It's not surreal for me." Viktor replied with a cheeky grin. "We've been driving for quite a while now, do you want to stop anywhere for a drink?"
"Yeah, I think I need a break. I don't feel 100%..." That sickly feeling was beginning to come back, and I needed to find a bathroom ASAP.

Viktor pulled into the nearest service station, and gave me some money to buy something from the shop whilst he waited to buy a coffee.
"I'll be waiting here for you." He said as he gave me a few notes.
"Thank you, I won't be long." I said quickly, making a beeline for the pharmacy at the back of the large store. There was a middle-aged woman standing by the till, who asked me if I knew what I was looking for.
"Umm, could you help me please?" I asked, realising I didn't have a clue what medication to buy.
"Sure," she answered, "do you have any symptoms?"
"Yes, I feel really sick all the time. And I'm tired all the time and I don't know why."
The pharmacist spun around and grabbed two packets from a side cabinet, and put them on the desk. "I think this may be what you're looking for."
One was some type of medicine, and the other looked anything but a type of medication.
"Umm, are you sure this will help me?" I asked, looking shocked at the second package on the desk.
"Yes. Believe me, I know." She answered, scanning the items. "Would you like to buy them both?"
"I guess I'd better give it a try..." I replied, still in disbelief. I paid for the items, and left quickly, still in disbelief.

After a stop off at the toilet, I met Viktor back at the coffee stand.
"Are you ready? Do you feel better?" He asked, taking his coffee from the counter.
"Yeah, I feel much better now. I bought some tablets that might help me with the sickness."
"That's good. Hopefully the sick feeling you've got will go away quickly."
I nodded to agree, even though I was in doubt.

We made our way back to the car, and drove off. The rest of the journey went by really quickly, and Viktor made sure to let me hear every single one of his favourite songs on his phone. Most of the songs were jazz music, which I would never have chosen to listen to if it wasn't for him. Maybe listening to 2 hours of it changed my opinion, or a more likely explanation was that it just reminded me of him.

I also played Viktor some of my music, which consisted mainly of rap music, in different languages. Mostly English, but some Dutch and German artists came on. I still knew all the words, which Viktor found really amusing.
"How do you know all the words to this song?" He asked during a Lil Kleine song, "I thought you couldn't speak any Dutch!"
"I can't! I just learn all the words and have no clue what any of it means!"
"So you don't even know what you're singing about right now?" Viktor said, bursting out laughing.
"No, why? Is it bad?!"
He kept on laughing.
"Viktor, please tell me! I've been singing this for years!"
He eventually composed himself. "They're singing about... bad stuff. It rhymes with... decks and mugs!"
I then burst out laughing. "Decks and mugs?! Oh my god..."

We managed to reach Aalborg after listening to all of Lil Kleine's albums, and countless amounts of jazz music. We pulled onto Grace's drive, where we were met by her rushing outside to greet us.
"Hey, Robyn and Viktor!" She said, with a huge smile.
"Hi, Grace! Nice to see you!" Viktor replied, giving her a hug. "We brought you a little something, too."