ᖴᒪOᖇIᗪᗩ 2009 [ᴶᵒᵒˢᵗ ᴷˡᵉⁱⁿ]

8: ''And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine.''

WARNING! Even though this fanfic is SFW, there will be some content in this chapter such as:

Like js kissing, "body language", slight tiny mention to the naughties (I js cringed for saying it like that) and thats it

enjoy now

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Joost's POV!

When I first woke up, I felt like something was wrong. Like, you know, sort of fucked up. I just couldn't realice what it was. Since Marina had gained my trust in just a couple of minutes and also showed her problem-solver skills I went right to her door to aggressively knock. After I got dressed, of course.

Door opened.

"Good morning?"

"Can I use you as therapy again?"

"Good morning."

Door closed.

"Marina."

Door opened.

"Come in."

"So I woke up and I feel like something bad happened, but can't exactly tell what."

"Oh."

Everything was silent for a moment. She was kicking her feet anxiously on the ground, which couldn't mean no good.

"Marina, is there something I don't know?"

"Uh... Don't you think is very early in the morning? Tonight we have a party, and we should rest for it."

"Don't you dare change the topic."

"I'm not changing anything."

"Wait. What party?"

"To kick off the semi-final, we're having a party tonight at a club nearby. We can't have the party the day before, because if someone ends up with nausea or some kind of pain, it would be horrible. We also can't mess with someone's weekly schedule, so we do it on Sunday night, or in other words, today."

"You talk as if you were the host."

"Anyways, until tonight, bye!"

She basically pushed me out. What is she hiding? I don't know.

(Later that night because I don't want to fucking explain how Joost does nothing all day long)

When I went to the club I found Bambie waiting alone.

"Oh, hello Joost."

"Since when are you here?"

I sat on a bar stool to talk to them.

"Like an hour ago."

"WHAT."

"Nah, joking, just ten to twenty minutes."