The Nanny [Rammstein]

Chapter 2

    I'm shaking like a bowl full of jelly. This is so good to be true, yet it is. He's standing right in front of me, smiling warmly. Eight years later, the friend who cared about me the most and had the ability to see deep in my soul, even in my darkest days, besides the nice ones, is finally here. It's so hard to find the right words, or make at least a handshake.

- "I certainly got uglier since the last time we met, but that's not a way to greet an old friend.", he breaks the silence with a wide grin and I run into his arms, not able to form s proper sentence.

- "You're here... you're here... Oh my God...", I mumble through my tears and he pats my back. The crack on his voice, reassures me that he's as touched by the moment, as I am.

- "Life's full of surprises, Pocahontas. I can't believe it's been almost a decade since...-"

- "Wow. You remember my nickname. You truly haven't forgotten a single thing, have you.", I gaze in his eyes and he smirks, placing a strand of my hear behind my ear.

- "How could I. Especially after hearing that you practically left Leipzig without any sign of life, whatsoever.", he shakes his head skeptically.

- "Yeah, that was, uh...", I clear my throat. "Do you want to come upstairs for a couple of minutes? If you don't have anything better to do, or anywhere fancier to go-"

- "I'd be happy to, don't worry. Would you mind though if my friend joined us? He must be suffocating in my car."

- "Oh, uh, yes, sure!", I agree and Jens makes a head gesture to the man sitting at the front seat of his car.

    His tall, muscular figure can't be unnoticed by anyone, actually. Clean shaven, with his hair slightly long, he approaches us quickly, yet nonchalantly enough to make me freeze on my feet. Standing beside Jens, he fixes his hair and pins his eyes on me, examining every single detail.

- "I suppose my friend is not a total stranger to you, Casey.", he crosses his arms under his chest, with a teasing look on his face.

- "Ich bin Christoph Schneider. Nice to meet you Casey.", he introduces himself to me and it only takes a minute to realize that it's really him.

    Say something Casey. For God's sake, say something. Anything!

- "What's up, Doom? I'm Casey."

    I instantly regret it. What's up Doom? I'm such an idiot. Christoph cracks a smile, obviously enjoying my discomfort and Jens just laughs at me. This is a disaster. I just met one of my idols and I act like a 15 year old. Ugh.

- "Mm, feisty. I like that.", Christoph winks and I instantly blush.

- "Let's just go upstairs, if you don't mind...", I try to change the subject before I slap myself. "We'll freeze out here if we stay longer."

- "Couldn't agree more.", I hear Jens from behind, as we walk up to my apartment.

    Unlocking the door, it hits me that my house is a mess and most importantly, I've got a huge Rammstein poster taped on the main living room wall. I'm trembling. This is so embarrassing, even though it's not that big of a deal; I wasn't expecting visitors anyway.

   A loud ringing comes from Jens's jacket and I jump up due to the sudden noise, touching my heart. Christoph is trying so hard not to laugh and I bite my lip to not do the same. I take both of their jackets and hang them in my bedroom's closet temporarily, right before Jens excuses himself and goes to the balcony to answer the phone call. I lead Christoph to the kitchen table, when I trip over one of my shoes and hit my little toe.