Anonymous asked: may i want a hummels one shot? if its ok for you of course.
Of course it’s okay :) Mats Hummels it is then!
IMPORTANT: you might notice that there’s grammar mistakes and misspellings. Well, my auto-correction programme decided NOT to work
(I just want to kill it) . I have to fix it and I don’t know how to do it. I’m sorry >.<’ I hope you understand.
Chapter 6 A Tiny Conversation
“Wow, I got to say I’m impressed. You’ve really improved these last day.” I gathered my paper in a folder and put them in my handbag. “So, how’s the bookreading going?”
“Thank you.” Julian smiled. “The book? It is going great. Just finished chapter one actually.”
“That’s great” I mumbled as I gathered my belongings. “What time should we say next then? How about…on Friday? Does that suit you?”
Julian nodded. “It does. Ehm…”
I stood up and looked at him. “What is it?”
He frowned his forehead. “Nothing” he mumbled and opened the door for me. “Well…see you next time then and good luck whit the things you teach.” He frowned his forehead again.
The things I teach? “Thank you, mr Draxler-”
“Sorry. Good luck with your training and say hi to your trainer from me.” For a short second I imagined that I saw a slight touch of disappointment in his eyes. I must have seen wrong. Why would he be disappointed?
“Tschüs.” I turned around and was about to walk to the parking lot when I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder.
“Well, I could at least follow you back to your car” Julian said and smiled in a shyly way.
“Thank you, I appreciate it but you don’t have to. It’s okay.”
“But I want.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes and kept on walking towards my car. “Shouldn’t you hit the showers?” I asked.
Julian raised both of his eyebrows. “What do you-oh!” He looked down on his clothes and shrugged his shoulders. “I’d totally forgot that I hadn’t switch back to my normal clothes. Naaa, I can do it later. I’ve done it before and it haven’t hurt me…yet.”
Boys…they never grow up, do they? “Really? I think I see some mold on your shoulder there.”
“Mold? Hahaha, funny.” Julian followed me and I couldn’t avoid but actually feel quite happy about it. It’s rarely these days that young people are polite enough to do that. “So what do you usually do when you’re at home or not having lessons at schooll?”
“Hmmm…let me think…well, it depends. I normaly go shopping some groceries or, if I am feeling too lazy, I usually drive to a drive-through. But I mostly just drive straight home and when I am at home I correct tests and do whatever normal people does.”
“What normal people does? What’s that then?”
I rolled my eyes. “You know that. Eating, watching the tv, reading and those kind of stuffs. Jeez, I’m not an alien just because I’m a teacher. You know, teachers are normal humn beings too.”
Julian laughed. “What? I had no idea they were!”
“Thank you so much for that comment. I would stop talking about the subject if I were you. I might call the local space ship and order it to kidnap you.” I smiled.
“I am sooo scared.”
“You should be, you really should.” I shook my head and sighed for myself.
“Hey, are you alright? You look tired.”
“A little bit tired, but I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”
Julian nodded and then looked like he had just solved a really hard math problem. “Oh, I got to tell you this joke I heard from Kyriakos! Please, can I? Please?”
I shrugged my shoulders. A good laugh would be pretty nice. “Okay, hit me.”
He cleared his throat. “What do you call a pile of cats?”
I have heard this one before. One of the P.E teachers told it but for some weird reason, I would feel bad if I told him that I knew the answer. “I don’t know. What do you call a pile of cats?”
“A meowtain” Julian said.
“That one was just bad.”
“No it wasn’t.”
“Jeezz, I’m not going to argue with you like if I’m a five-year-old childd. Now listen, THIS is funny: why did mr Olsen crawl on the floor in the store?”
Julian opened his mouth to say something before he closed it and opened it again. “I don’t know. Why did he?”
“Because he were looking for low prices.”
Julian rolled his eyes. “Ehehe…really funny.”
“And do you know the funniest thing?”
“Please, tell me.”
“Mr Olsen is Norweigan.” I laughed and looked at Julian when he raised both of his eyebrows. “Never mind it, it’s to complicated to explain.” I opened my handbag and took out my car keys. “Well, we are here.”
Julian nodded with his head. “Indeed we are” he mumbled. “Greta…?”
I unlocked the car door and jumped in. “What is it?”
“….” He cleared his throat. “Please drive carefully.”
I nodded and gave hime a tiny smile. “No worries. Hey, I am stil alive after all these years. It must mean that I’m a good driver. Trust me, I am even better than Kimmi Räikkönen. Okay, maybe not so good but you get the idea, don’t you?”
Julian laughed. “I get it. I’m not that stupid you know.”
I put on the seatbelt and started the engine. “You aren’t. See you next time then and don’t forget to read-”
“I know, read the book. I got it.”
“Good. Good bye then and…take care.” I stretched out my hand in a gentle gesture
“Good bye.” Julian shook my hand. It felt warm.
I pulled out from the parking space and waved at him for a final time before I drove straight home. A part of me was happy to come home while the other one, strangely, already missed him and I don’t know why. I shook my head as I turned left and kept on driving.