Ohne Dich (Sequel to Stirb Nicht Vor Mir)

Chapter 101

January 6, 2006

"They haven't even met you yet," I told Corey. "We're having dinner with them tonight."

"I've always wanted to have dinner with 'Rammstein'!" He sarcastically remarked. 

"Fine. You don't have to go, Corey."

"I was just kidding!"

"Are we going to tell them we're engaged?"

"If Till hasn't already, then yeah."

"He wouldn't do that. Get dressed, Corey. We're leaving soon."

"Leaving?! What?"

"It's already five."

"Fine, fine, I'll hurry."

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When we arrived at Till's house, we didn't go inside right away. We waited for the cab to go away, then we sat down and smoked. 

"I don't like that you smoke," He told me. 

"I don't like that you smoke."

"Well here we are."

"We're just a bunch of fucking hypocrites," I smiled. 

After we finished, we put out the cigarettes, then knocked on the door. 

"You look very handsome," I told him, even though he looked the same as always. I just wanted to see his reaction. 

"Thank you, my dear."

"You're not going to say anything about me?"

"Why would I?"

I scoffed and playfully hit him. I wasn't offended at all. 

The door opened, revealing Christoph.

"Hey!" He shouted and we hugged each other. 

"I haven't seen you in so long," I said. 

"It's been too long. Who is this man?"

I let go and introduced Corey to Christoph. 

"Nice to meet you," Corey shook Christoph's hand. 

"Likewise."

We walked inside and slowly hugged everyone. Lastly, I hugged my dad. 

"What the fuck was up with that talk show?" He asked me. 

"I have no idea," I shook my head. 

"You alright?"

"I'm fine. It already happened."

We all sat down on the couch and started talking. 

"You fucker!" Christoph randomly yelled at Paul. 

"Me?" Paul pointed to himself. "Why me?"

"You fucker!"

"Christoph, stop."

"You fucker!"

"I swear to-"

"You fucker!"

"That's it!"

Paul charged himself at Christoph, but Till grabbed him and pulled him off. 

"Wow," Corey whispered in my ear. 

"So, what do you do for a living?" Paul asked Corey. 

"I'm a musician."

"Oh, really?"