I put on my ripped skinny jeans, pink sweater with hearts and brown ankle chelsea boots. A walk could be good. I walked out of my room and stood in front of Marcel. "I'm going out for a walk." I said and he looked at me worriedly. "Shall I come with you?" he asked and I shook my head. "No. I'm fine." I said and he sighed. "Pull yourself together Emma. Everything will get better." he said and I began walking away. Yeah, everything will get better. Without Marco.
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I was walking through the park when my phone began ringing. Unknown ID. "Hello?" I answered and sat down on the bench. "Emma? I-it's me, Erik." he said and I smiled lightly. "Hey. Where do you've got my phone number from?" I asked after I had cleared my throat. "Your friend. I mean.. he stayed on the party after you had left and so... I asked him for your number." he said and I chuckled so he won't hear. Jake. Jake who calls me saint Emma. He probably wants me to be a dirty Emma, not a saint one. "Oh. Okay." I said and looked around. How come it's not that chilly? Or is it my heart that doesn't let me feel anything?
"I hope you don't mind." he said and I nodded. "It's okay." I said. Cool. There's a huge billboard of BVB just across the street. "C-co-could we maybe meet somew-somewhere?" he asked and I chuckled at his nervousness. "When?" I asked thinking if it's a good idea. "Now?" he said and I laughed. "I'm already outside. In a park. So where and what time exactly?" I asked and looked on my silver watch with pink face. 1 pm. I could finally eat something.
"I can come by any minute. Where do you wanna go?" he asked. Please just not far away. "McDonalds's take away so we can eat it outside." I said and heard his giggle. "So, let's meet there in... 10 minutes?" he asked. 10 minutes. How can he get ready in 10 minutes? Marco always takes about 30 minutes. Yeah, here we go again. Marco, Marco, Marco... "Okay. I'll be there." I said and we hung up.
I was on the parking lot of McDonald's when I saw Erik getting out of his car. He smiled as soon as he noticed me and started walking towards me. "Hello." he said when he reached me. "Hi." I mumbled and looked at him. He's wearing jeans, nike sneakers and brown winter jacket. And this took him only 10 minutes? Marco would... no... Marco nothing. Nobody nothing. "Shall we go inside?" I asked and he smiled. "Sure." he said and we went inside.
We stepped out of the McDonald's with our food and I looked at Erik. "Where will we go?" I asked and he giggled. "There's a table in the back of the park." Erik said and I nodded. "Can we drive there?" he asked and I shrugged. "Okay." I said and he smiled.
"I have never been here." I said as we sat down. "It's quiet here." he said and I nodded. I will definitely come here more often. "Why did you call me? You could eat by yourself." I said and he looked at me shyly. "I don't even know. I've just wanted..wanted to talk to you?" he mumbled and I smiled. It's nice to talk to somebody who knows shit about me. I can be sure that he won't ask how I feel and what's going on. Nice.
We were eating when I realized that I know big nothing about the person who is sitting opposite me. "Uuum... tell me something about yourself." I said and he looked up from his burger. "What do you wanna know?" he asked and I shrugged while biting the chicken burger. Now I understand why women after break up eat these shits. It's extremely tasty. "Anything." I said and he giggled. He put his burger down and smiled. "Well, I was born in Pirmasens. I'm 22 years old and I have one sister." he said and I smiled. I've always wanted to have a sibling. I grew up with adults so not much fun.
"Modest." I said and he blushed. I didn't know that a man can blush too. "What about you?" Erik asked and I shrugged. Unhappy bunch of tears with broken heart, nice to meet you. "Born in Dortmund, grew up in Brighton till 18, then moved to Berlin and now, I'm back. I'll be a physiotherapist one day." I said and he raised his eyebrows. "Brighton? Berlin? Not interesting life at all. What more?" he said ironically and I giggled. "I'm 21 and have no siblings." I said and he nodded. "Do you like to party? I mean, you were enjoying yourself yesterday." he said. I can't remember that much from yesterday, but let's play it cool.
"Occasionaly. I don't attend parties that much. I'm better at home." I said and he smiled. "The same here." he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Really? I mean... you're a football player, that is to say, you can attend every single party in town." I said and he shook his head. "I'm absolutely fine with my friends or at home." he said and I smiled. Marco likes to go out. Having dinner in restaurants and walking in the shops.
"Hey, I don't know your surname." he said and the blood rushed into my head. "Fornell." I said hoping he doesn't know my cousin. "F-fornell? Anything common with Marcel Fornell? Reus' friend?" he asked and I smiled. Why did I think that somebody doesn't know Marcel? Everybody knows him because he is on every single photo where Marco is. "He's my cousin." I said and he nodded. "Do you know Marco Reus? He's my teammate." Erik said. I know him better than you do. "I don't wanna sound rude, but I should go home. Marcel is probably worried about me." I said and stood up.
Erik followed my movement with a smile on his lips. "Do you live with your cousin?" he asked and we started walking. "Yeah. My parents still live in Berlin because of their job. I study here while living with Marcel." I said and threw the McDonald's bag into the bin. "Can I drive you home? I mean so you don't have to walk." he said and I nodded. "Yes, thank you." I said and we reached his car after a while.
"It was a nice afternoon." Erik said when he parked the car in front of our flat. "I can say the same." I said and I didn't lie. I forgot about Marco for an hour and that's definitely something good. "I hope you're not angry that I didn't ask you for your phone number." he said and I shook my head. "No, it's fine." I said with a giggle. I looked at him and sighed. "So, I will go now. Thanks for the ride and for the time." I said and he smiled. "Thank you too." he said and I stepped out of the car. I stopped when I reached the front door of the building and turned around. He is waiting for me to got in. I waved him goodbye and he smiled.
"How come Marco isn't here to talk?" I asked when I walked in the living room and Marcel sighed. "Hello to you too. He's away." he said. Oh. Away? "So I won't see him? Good." I said and Marcel stood up. "He's in Stuttgart. Match tomorrow." he announced and I shrugged. "I'm going to watch a movie." I said and he nodded sadly. "Do you feel any better?" he asked and I chuckled sadly. "I don't think so." and with that sentence being said, I closed the door behind me and started thinking again.
Marco I hate you for hurting me. For letting my heart fall into the deepest hole in pain. Maybe I was supposed to tell you - Don't fuck with my love.
The 42nd chapter people! Wow. We're really far with this story. But there is so much more to come.
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