07-11-2025, 06:04 PM
Scholastika is back!
I have just chased two love-crazed sweethearts out of my apartment and am trying to
to get the sweet pouting faces out of my head. However, the
instantly with a gorgeously beautiful, bewitching angel face and even Bennies
Fresse is haunting my brain.
Oh man, I desperately need sex. Not that I have trouble picking up guys, but ever since the shining light left me, I've been very picky.
And even if, to put it very unromantically, I want to fuck...I like to cuddle afterwards and that's not possible with someone you've only known for three seconds.
Shit, I want someone to love!! Someone to spend Sunday in bed with, eating sweets and cuddling.
Someone for whom you don't have to constantly wear saucy lingerie. Someone who still finds you attractive even in the baggy underwear you got from Grandma for Christmas.
Someone with wings. I want my angel!!
Before I can truly sink into depression, however, the phone on my desk rings. I hobble to my feet. I hobble because I have pastel-colored cotton balls stuck between my toes. I was wallowing in self-pity while painting my nails glittery baby blue.
“Hello?” I whisper into the receiver.
»Schola...I...I don't know...oh shit...«
Hmm, that voice sounds familiar. Could be Flo, whom I heard a few weeks ago
I met Disse.
"I have...shit, it won't stop bleeding."
My heart stops. "What the hell...vulture have you done?" I scream.
He cries. "My wrist...I just...shit, I slipped."
Great! Flo likes to slash his arms in hardcore situations. I hate that.
"I'll be right there," I call, slam down the receiver, flick the cotton wool off my feet, throw on my tails and dress, and race off.
When Flo opens the door, I spontaneously want to vomit. His white T-shirt is covered in blood,
ugly cuts on his arms...some crusted over, but a few glistening fresh.
His face is streaming with tears, his gaze a mixture of fear and madness.
God, he knows how drama works. He presses a bloody handkerchief to his forearm...luckily not his wrist!
I bravely swallow my urge to vomit. "Show me." Oh dear, that cut is really deep. Deeper than Flo usually cuts.
It (the cut, not Flo!) gapes open like an obscenely grinning mouth. I read that in a book once and think it fits perfectly here. "That needs stitches. I'm taking you to the hospital."
Flo shakes her head wildly. "They'll put me in the nuthouse."
"You should have thought of that before, you idiot. Why do you do shit like that?"
"I didn't mean to, it was just all so..."
"Spare me the shit," I interrupt him harshly and slap gauze over his arms.
Some time later, I'm sitting in the hospital corridor, completely exhausted. Flo's injury
is stitched. The doctor isn't particularly empathetic. He's probably sick of slashed limbs and people trying to kick their own life with pills.
I can understand that. Still. My blood boils and my guts ache. Through the crack in the door, I see Flo, cowering on the bed, terrified and howling. He looks like a shy little animal, and I want to immediately take him in my arms and never let go. To protect him from the evil in this world. Especially from this Dr. Horror, who's violently messing with him.
»Hey you,« I bleat, »why don't you take a knitting needle and hit the poor
Boys under your wing? Where have you been practicing so far? In hell?"
Dr. Horror looks at me angrily, whispers something to the nurse, who shortly afterwards opens the door
closes. What an asshole!
When the door opens again, Flo has calmed down somewhat and both arms are professionally bandaged.
"The young man said that you would take care of him. Normally, I would
Put them in a psychiatric hospital overnight. Attempted suicide is, after all, a serious matter."
“I didn’t want to die,” Flo explains dully.
"Thanks, Dr. Horror. I can stuff him full of psychotropic drugs, he doesn't need a bed in a nuthouse."
"If I find him here again in this condition, I'll have him admitted against his will," hisses Dr. Tod. "Go to your family doctor so he can take care of the stitches. They have to be removed in a week," he says, turning to Flo, and hurries off.
At home, I put Flo on the couch, spread a blanket over him and serve him
hot chocolate.
»Schola,« he begins tearfully and looks at me with a heartbreaking dachshund look, »it
I'm sorry for causing so much stress." His large, brown, doe-like eyes glisten moistly.
"Okay, sweetheart. What was going on?"
He shrugs his shoulders dejectedly. I already know why he's in such a bad mood. He has the
Typical teenage 'I'm worthless, I look ugly, and no one understands me' syndrome. Add to that totally crazy parents, an eating disorder I've diagnosed, AND he's unhappily in love. I'd better not tell him that at almost nineteen, he should have outgrown this teenage crap, or he'll stick the razor blade in his flesh again. So, he loves a girl who just doesn't want anything to do with him. Uh...that's the official version.
But since I'm Santa Scholastica, I'm obviously aware that this isn't about a girl, but a boy. Yeah, I've caught another gay heart, you know?!
Okay, Flo also knows he's into boys, but for some absurd reason doesn't want to admit it. You don't have to be a saint to know he likes boys. His tiny apartment (consisting of one room, kitchen, and bathroom) is littered with pictures of his favorite band, "Pleasure & Pain," and they have a really cute singer who likes to pose half-naked... fishnet top, panties, and high-heeled Docs. It makes me lick my lips and swoon. I could swoon over Flo, too; he's super cute, too. And very needy, too. I wonder if HE made him stumble into my arms?!
Anyway, I think Flo actually has little reason to be depressed. He's handsome, freaky, nice, and funny. Unfortunately, though, he thinks he's a complete asshole. He's just fallen out with the world a lot. And he desperately needs a good fuck. Great, great, I've just given myself a new assignment.
"Hey, drama queen. Are all the sharp objects still in the same place, or do I have to check?" I ask, juggling the shopping bags. Flo could take some of it off my hands, by the way. After all, he didn't chop off his fingers. "Do you want to eat now or later?"
He lazily lifts his head from the pillow. "Never."
Annoyed, I slam the groceries into the designated cupboards. »Darling, you
You'll eat it today, even if I stuff it down your throat myself. Is pizza okay?" I yell from the kitchen, listening for an answer that doesn't come. So I put the pizza in the oven and sit down next to him.
"And once you've eaten everything, I'll tell you something really great."
»Was'n?»
"Yeah, you know...we're going to Pleasure & Pain next week."
Flo opens his doe eyes wide. "What?"
»You were probably so busy with self-mutilation that you totally missed the fact that the
play here, hmm?
"Well, no, I just didn't think so...I didn't want to ask you because..."
"It's okay, sweetheart...oh, well, the pizza is ready. I hope you're hungry."
Flo grumbles a little, but then devours the pizza quite greedily.
I wonder who taught him to think so messed up about himself?!
I mean, he's so thin and petite that I could get complexes next to him
and he thinks he is too fat. His enormous obesity is also the reason why he
doesn't have a boyfriend. That means officially he wants a girlfriend, but I don't have the nerve for such nonsense. Direct is always best, I've known since
Martin and Daniel.
"Flo...I think you finally deserve a proper fuck."
He accidentally splashes some green tea on my knee. "Excuse me?" he coughs.
I patiently wipe drops of tea spit from my leg. "And there are probably tons of cute guys at the Pleasures who'd love to do that."
Flo turns pale, then very red in the cheek area. "But I..."
"Okay, sweetheart. Let's just cut this short, it's getting too tiring for me, you know?!"
You don't like tits, you like cocks." Well, a little bit nicer could have
I might be able to formulate it after all.
Oh, hell... oh dear, it's thundering angrily. Right above my skull. Hell is just as bad for HIM as the devil. So, what the hell. Uh, what was I about to say? Oh yes, to hell with nice phrases. Flo should finally understand that he has nothing to be ashamed of his sexual orientation.
"I...I didn't think it would be so obvious," he murmurs, head bowed.
»Excuse me, but have you looked around your apartment?« I smile. »Kasi in
Miniskirt, Kasi topless, Kasi in underwear and a fishnet shirt, Kasi pouting, Kasi grinning...uh, should I continue?
He shakes his head dejectedly.
"Hey, the world isn't going to end because of this."
"If my father finds out...he'll rip my heart out and eat it for breakfast."
"Only gypsies do that, and even that's a stupid prejudice."
"My mother will never look at me again."
»Listen, it's not about confessing to the whole world that you're gay. It's
It's about finding a guy who'll give you a good time, you know?!
Flo stares at me fearfully.
"Don't worry, Tiger. Nobody is forcing you to do anything. We'll just go there and
have fun.»
Wow! I'm definitely too old for small, crappy, overcrowded clubs. The average age
is actually sixteen. The club is actually quite nice, only the screaming of the
Seeing stort.
Pleasure & Pain is a local punk crypt band, and they have just as crazy a group of girls around them as the Backstreet Boys or Take That...when they still existed. Except the girls all look like little gothic lolitas. I must feel like a gothic grandma. In any case, I wouldn't let my underage children go half-naked into any dive bar. Flo next to me looks stunning. Vinyl pants, Doc's, a tight shirt, and a silver chain belt.
His bare arms (his wrists are still bandaged, which looks incredibly dramatic and sexy) shimmer with a creamy vanilla scent and I'm really tempted to lick them with the tip of my tongue...but unfortunately, he doesn't care about me.
When Pleasure finally enters the stage, the girls are really getting on my nerves. Especially the two dancing around in front of me. One of the girls has thick, black hair down to her toes, which is completely hateful for that reason alone. On top of that, she keeps throwing her mane in my face. Is she trying to provoke me?! Annoyed, I shove her and kick her heels a little. When she turns around angrily and sees my dark look, she quickly pisses off to the other side.
Kasi, the handsome singer everyone drools over, is wearing a miniskirt, fishnet stockings
and high Doc's. His black tufts are manga-like on his handsome skull
arranged. A cigarette hangs casually in the corner of his mouth as he straps on his bass.
Flo tries to look relatively neutral, but he's not fooling me. He thinks the guy is just as hot as everyone else here. Apparently, I'm the only one who notices what a little show-off Mr. Superstar is.
I mean, that exaggeratedly arrogant staring, and every little gesture makes the girls scream in agony. He just knows exactly which buttons to push. The guys are all trying to imitate him because, of course, they want to get the girls. But they're just fooling themselves, because the girls don't care about cheap copies and would rather be fucked by the real Kasi.
Well, some guys probably want that too. Flo certainly does. And as I already mentioned...he desperately needs it!
Because of the rabid crowd, we are soon pushed to the left side of the stage and finally have some peace and quiet.
Flo doesn't seem to care about anything, as long as he can see a little bit of Kasi. By the way, he's just strolling up to the girl next to us and kissing her on the cheek. The girl has a leg cast and is using crutches. Personally, I think Flo looks much more kissable with his bandages.
Kasi is an idiot. My heart is looking dejected. Things aren't going the way I want them to. I want to get drunk right now and start
Let’s start with that right away.
After almost two hours, the Pleasures disappear into the backstage area and come
not back. I hastily drag Flo behind me.
"What?" he yells.
“Just come with me,” I yell back.
Unfortunately, a nasty, hairless thug is standing at the door. "Hey...this is just for the band."
"I'm a friend of Kasi's," I whisper, even though it's a total lie. And anyway... why are local pissheads acting like the damn Beatles?
"So are the other hundred girls. Sorry, but the boys want some peace and quiet today."
Do I feel like arguing with Baldy now? His stupid wink can
He's probably having a fit of nonsense. "Listen, Kojak, I'm not some groupie who lets the whole crew fuck me...and don't look at my sweetie so greedily, he certainly won't give you a blowjob to get in there."
“He’ll kill us,” Flo whispers urgently in my ear.
Suddenly the door opens and Jan, the drummer, peeks out. I wave vigorously
and when he sees me, he grins broadly. I actually know Jan. That means I have
I once spent a pretty wild evening of kissing with him. Sometimes there are wonderful coincidences, don't you think?!
"Schola, what are you doing here?"
"We're just trying to get past this brainwave," I explain, pointing
on bald head.
"It's okay," smiles Jan, and we stroll into the musty room.
Flo...
Oh dear, I didn't know Schola knew anyone from the band personally. Anyway, we're backstage now, and I'm feeling a little uneasy. My companion
is immediately surrounded by the boys, while I stand here and don't know what to do.
I feel totally lost, sweating a little. My gaze wanders around and spots another half-open door. I slowly head toward it and...oh my God! There's Kasi sitting on the couch. Well, actually, he's more of a lying person. Wow, he's so beautiful. My heart is pounding. Should I talk to him? No, he looks like he's about to fall asleep. I'd better not disturb him.
But I can still pine for him a little. I'm sure I won't get another chance like this. Man, he's even cuter in real life. The way he's hanging there with his eyes closed...incredible.
Just as I'm about to leave, I hear a murmur and turn around. Kasi looks at me sadly.
"Hey, you...indie boy...come here."
What? Is he really talking about me?? Hesitantly, I take a few uncertain steps. "Uh...I didn't mean to disturb you...I..."
“Come here,” he says again.
Like a hypnotized rabbit, I follow his voice when he suddenly grabs my arm
and pulls me down. I am so frightened that I lose my balance and fall
land in his lap. How embarrassing!! I want to die right now.
"Got you," he whispers and, completely unprompted, sticks his tongue in my mouth.
My brain just said goodbye. Oh, he's so warm and his lips are sweet as sugar. Man, he's a good kisser.
But when his hand starts fiddling with my bare stomach, I panic and push him away.
"Uh...?"
"I noticed you out there," he explains.
"Oh yeah? And why did you kiss that crutch chick then?" Shit, I'm
accidentally slipped out.
"I'd rather kiss you," he smiles, "but that would have completely ruined my reputation as a ladykiller."
"So you don't usually kiss girls?" I ask.
"I kiss everything I find beautiful and you...you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time."
Ohhhhhhh!!!! Can someone please pinch me? I mean, I'm sitting here with Kasi, who
tells me I'm beautiful. Uh...he's kissing me again...mhhh. I'm almost losing my
senses. His fingers fumble clumsily (I think he is a little drunk) with my
Zipper.
"Wait a minute," I gasp, "uh...you don't even know my name."
"If you think it's necessary, feel free to tell me."
»Flo.»
"Oh, okay, Flo...I want to fuck you."
“Here?” I exclaim in horror.
He shrugs. "Sure, just close the door."
"No, I mean...I...I don't want it that way."
»Then why the hell are you here?« he asks aggressively, pushes me away and takes a
generous swig from his beer bottle.
"I...I wanted to, so...I like you." And I want to kill myself for that stupid sentence.
"I love you too. So..."
"Can't we talk first?"
He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Oh please...let's skip all this shit and just fuck a little, okay?"
I'm definitely shaking my head.
"Too bad," he sighs. "Well, whatever."
There is an awkward silence for a few minutes. Kasi has lit a cigarette and
finishes his beer. I can't think of anything I could say to him and actually it's
I don't care. I get to sit next to this beauty. God, I'm nervous.
"What's that all about? Is it fake or were you really fed up?" he suddenly asks
and points to my bandaged wrists.
"I...I didn't intend to kill myself," I explain, my cheeks flushed.
"But?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
He shrugs. "You were just about to talk."
"Yes...but not about that."
"Okay, you don't want to talk and you don't want to fuck...why are you here?"
“I’ve fallen in love with you,” I babble.
“Of course,” he smiles.
"I mean it."
"Oh come on, Flo. You don't even know me."
"Then give me the chance to get to know you."
"There are fifty people out there waiting to sleep with me. Why should I waste my time with you, huh?" he asks, stroking my cheek.
"I...I'm not just interested in your sweet ass. I want to be your friend."
"You're really cute, little one. But unfortunately, I'm not into this relationship crap at the moment.
I don't feel like it at all. I just want to have fun, nothing else."
Of course. What did I think? That someone like Kasi would fall in love with me? We
Live happily ever after together? I might be an idiot.
"Then...then maybe I should go?" I ask cautiously.
"Yes, perhaps."
Great. So that's it. I'd love to cry, but not in front of him. I still have a little bit of pride left.
"So then..."
"Take care," he replies coolly.
He'll probably get some slut to fuck right away. One who'll be in front of her
Bragging to my friends about it. I hate the whole world. Why did Schola have to drag me here?! Why do I have to be such a loser?
»Hey, Indiejunge...»
»And?»
"You think my butt is really cute?" he grins, while I turn bright red.
»Ahem...well...yes.«
“Have a safe journey home,” he calls.
Scholastika:
Shit, I've lost sight of my heart. Flo was just here. Everything
It's only Jan's fault; he just got me into a kissing match. It was fun.
But...how can I always think only of myself? I struggle to wriggle out from under him.
and search the room...no, Flo has vanished. Maybe he's next door? Let's see. Oh wow...Mister Pleasure himself is hanging around on an old
tasteless couch, but currently looks more like amp;Pain.
»Hey, have you seen Flo?«
Kasi presents me with a veiled rock star look. "Who?"
Man, he's up to his neck. "The boy I'm here with. Petite, dark
Hair...uh, with bandaged wrists."
He seems to think for a moment. "Yes, it's just gone."
"Fuck. Where to?"
"I don't know. Am I his nanny?"
Nope, a drunken asshole.
He looks me over unashamedly. "Nice outfit. How does it look? Want to fuck?"
Excuse me? If I didn't feel so sorry for that asshole, I'd laugh heartily.
"Sure. But not with you."
Kasi shakes her head.
"Oh man, what's wrong today? Do I have bad breath or something?"
First this uptight idiot and now a bitch."
I have a terrible feeling.
"Tell me, did you also ask Flo about sex so charmingly?"
"Is that any of your business?"
"Indeed," I answer, and in my mind I am already about to punch him in the arrogant
To kick in the face.
"Are you his girlfriend or something?" he mumbles.
I don’t feel like messing around with this drunken piece of shit, so I’m
rather look for my little heart.
»Hey, what kind of way is that to just run away, hmm?« I ask reproachfully, as I see Flo
at a bus stop.
"Sorry but...my evening wasn't that fun."
"I heard...you talked to Mr. Pleasure, right?"
"I'm afraid I've made a complete fool of myself," he explains sadly.
"Want to sleep over at my place?" Not that he'd hurt himself again.
He nods.
I'm afraid dragging Flo to Pleasure & Pain wasn't a good idea. I wanted to cheer him up, and I'm inadvertently a little to blame for making him feel even worse. Shit!
Logically, Kasi is primarily to blame, and if I could take off my halo for five minutes, I'd absolutely curse him. Or make a voodoo doll and stick needles on it. The devil take him, damn it.
I've barely finished thinking this when my living room is suddenly filled with fog. There's a rumbling and thundering noise; I think something's exploding. I wonder if my house is about to blow up and fly to the land beyond the rainbow?!
"You called me?" a voice thunders from the smoke, followed by a bad cough.
I hastily open the window. I wouldn't be surprised if Miss Gulch cycles by with Toto in her basket and transforms into the Wicked Witch of the West.
The sulfurous smoke clears... leaving behind a sickeningly handsome guy, fanning his face theatrically. His long black hair flows like heavy velvet over his delicate shoulders.
"Do you always have to be so rude?" I grumble, annoyed.
"Sure, that's what people expect from me, right? A cloud of sulfur, slime, and maybe even some disgusting creatures crawling at my feet. I decided to skip that today. It would be a shame to ruin your lovely apartment."
"What are you doing here?"
He stares at me in surprise.
"You wanted to see me."
"Can't you even have your thoughts to yourself here, damn it?"
Lightning flashes from the sky. I duck spontaneously as the figure in front of me laughs his head off.
"Small sins are punished immediately, eh?"
"Go to hell," I hiss, pissed off.
“I just came from here, my beautiful,” he smiles seductively.
Jeremiah isn't the real devil. Just something like his second-in-command. The devil's general. A vice-Satan, so to speak. The eternal number two. However, he always acts like he's the absolute prince of darkness. I can't stand him, that arrogant bum.
"So...who am I supposed to pester for you?"
"No one, you idiot. Grab your trident and get out of here."
He clicks his tongue.
"Charming as ever. Do you have anything to eat?" Jeremiah asks, strolling into the kitchen. "Man, not a damn freshly ripped-out heart," he exclaims disappointedly. "Well, let's just order pizza, shall we?"
He's got to be kidding me!
Later that evening, the idiot is still clinging to me, or rather, to my couch, like a plague. He stretches contentedly and yawns profusely.
"Don't make so much noise tomorrow morning, okay? I like to sleep in."
"You can kiss my ass."
I don't know if he'll answer that, I have to go to the door because the doorbell just rang.
Flo. Very unhappy again.
"Hello," he mumbles.
His hello generally sounds so perversely tortured, as if he had to take all the suffering of the world onto his
Shoulders. I think he should pull himself together a bit. After all, others are in a much worse situation.
As he enters the living room, Jeremiah's eyes flash dangerously.
"Who the hell is that?"
"Oh," Flo says, embarrassed, "I didn't know you had visitors. I...ahem...I might come..."
“Just maybe?” whispers Jeremiah, who has stood in front of him.
»Uh...what?«
NO! The devil won't corrupt my little heart. And certainly not in my apartment while I'm standing there.
"As you can see, it's not a good time right now, Flo. I'll call you."
»O-okay.»
"Nonsense. He can stay, Schola, honestly. I...um...I haven't had dessert yet."
"Please go to the kitchen and make us some tea. We're really thirsty right now, you know?"
Flo trudges off, Jeremiah looks after him longingly.
"Listen, you asshole, keep your hands off my sweetie or something will happen."
"Keep it down, Schola. If it makes you feel any better...I'm just here on vacation. To have fun. What are you planning to do with him?" he winks stupidly.
"Get in my way and you'll get to know me," I hiss.
Jeremiah strokes my cheek.
"Can't wait, as always."
“The tea is ready.”
Well, how nice for us!
Unfortunately, my sweetheart is pretty simple-minded...like all men. He falls for everything Jeremiah does or says. One small compliment about his handsome face, and he beams like a complete idiot. Add to that Jeremiah's fingers, which sometimes brush hair out of his face or casually touch his knee, and Flo is completely screwed. If this continues, my sweetheart will sell his virginity to the devil tonight.
"Oh Flo, I almost forgot...I got Jan Kasi's cell phone number."
"Who's that? Your friend, huh?" asks the devilish idiot.
I ignore this concentrated load of stupidity and push the number sheet into the very confused Flo's fin.
»What am I supposed to do with that?«
"Memorize it and then eat it," I groan, my nerves completely gone. "Once you've digested properly...you could call him. Or send him a text, which I'd recommend. At least then you can think about what you want to tell him beforehand."
"But...Kasi doesn't even want to meet me. He made that very clear."
"No reason not to try, I mean."
“Who the hell is this kid?” Jeremiah chimes in.
"KASI," Flo and I shout simultaneously. "And there's no swearing in my apartment, you
Asshole, got it?" I add.
Jeremiah makes an offended face. Then he suddenly smiles eerily.
"Flo, you better go and think about the call."
"Tell me, do you have any plans for tomorrow?" yells the devil (Flo is in the hallway putting on his jacket).
"Yes, he did. He's meeting his future boyfriend," I snarl angrily.
"Ahem...no," murmurs my unsuspecting little heart.
»Let's go out, hmm?«
"You and...me?"
Jeremiah nods happily.
"Okay. Fine by me."
"See you then and...sweet dreams."
Am I crazy? Flo actually met my guest from hell. More than that. The scumbag flirted with Flo like the worst and won him over. Almost. He didn't get him into bed. Not yet. It was a passionate smooch. Flo told me this, completely overexcited and with heart-shaped eyes. Kasi seems to have been forgotten. Flo only talks about Jeremiah's sweet lips. His soft hair. And how great he looks. He wanted to know how I knew such a shining light. Shining light... phhhh... that would be nice.
Aside from the fact that Jeremiah only wants to win my heart to get even with me, and I don't wish him this triumph for the life of me, I obviously can't allow Flo to... God forbid!... fall seriously in love. He's not strong enough to handle being dumped after the first or second fuck. Jeremiah isn't naturally inclined to develop romantic feelings for anyone. So this whole thing is doomed, and maybe I should talk to Kasi. Help him out with the whole falling in love thing, you know?! Because it seems to me that he belongs to the more narrow-minded faction.
When his apartment door opens (which, by the way, takes a really long time...I had to ring the doorbell for minutes), I'm surprised and at my wit's end.
»Hey sis!«
Shit, I'm having déjà vu. "Benedict, you're really getting on my nerves. And if you can't provide a satisfactory explanation for your half-naked appearance, I'll kick you in the stomach."
"Oh dear...someone else you want?"
"Do I look like I need to be fucked by wannabe rock stars?"
"Well," he grins, "Kasi isn't doing too badly."
As soon as you mention the idiot, he's standing next to you. Or rather, next to my brother.
"Damn it, I don't even get peace at home. Wait..." He disappears briefly, returns a few seconds later, and asks for my name.
“Scholastika,” I answer, shocked.
Kasi scribbles something, then presses his photo into my hand. Completely stunned, I have no idea what's going on for a few seconds. Did he just give me an autograph?? Is he suicidal?!
“That’s my sister,” giggles Benedikt.
Kasi is apparently too stupid to understand anything and prefers to scratch his head first.
"We'll talk later," I hiss and stomp down the stairs.
Benedict followed.
"Worth it."
»Was?»
"Why are you so pissed off if you're not into Kasi?"
"Because I've already reserved that idiot for someone, right?! So it would be nice if you got your orgasms somewhere else."
"Okay, sis. I mean, you have to be told that. Kasi doesn't have a sign on his neck."
"I just did. Have a nice life."
I can't go home right now. I'm way too angry. So I buy some new clothes, treat myself to a chocolate-cinnamon shake, and mentally chop off a few skulls.
and I don't feel any better. Now the only thing that really helps is a relaxing bath (milk & honey with a dash of vanilla). So I grabbed the bath bags and headed to my house.
Once there, it doesn’t even bother me anymore that a shy little heart is
is devotedly sucking a hell of a cock. On my dark green leather couch. I don't care. Let them all do what they want.
"Does it taste good?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe.
Jeremiah's cock slips from Flo's mouth. "Fuck," he murmurs, wiping his lips.
"I guess that's what he's planning next," I reply.
"You're disturbing me," Jeremiah dares to say, stuffing his puny genitals into his pants.
"I'm sorry I'm in my apartment. Why don't you do your dirty stuff in a run-down train station toilet?"
"I like to be comfortable," explains Jeremiah.
"Okay," I huff, "my day sucked, I'm going to take a bath now and when I'm done you should be off."
As soon as I lie in the tub, there is a knock and immediately a very shy Flo enters
the room.
"Schola...I'm so...uh...I'm really sorry about all this. God, how embarrassing."
Should I ask him to join me in the water...? I casually push a little foam aside to expose one of my breasts, lift my leg slightly, and stroke it erotically with my fingers.
"Oh man, Jeremiah is so great and...well, we were..."
I let my leg drop and cover my breasts.
"So horny that you wanted to do it on my couch?" I interrupt him shrilly.
"And what about your true love? I'll tell you. She's crying her eyes out. Because of you!"
"Please?"
"I visited Kasi today...you remember who Kasi is, right? Good. Because he feels like rat vomit because he treated you so shabbily after the concert."
Flo opens his pretty eyes wide.
»Ehrlich?»
"Of course. I mean, you have to understand. There's this beautiful boy... that's you... standing in front of him, he's head over heels in love and he doesn't know how to handle it because he's totally confused and this feeling scares him to death."
"Kasi didn't look scared, he looked angry because I didn't want to fuck him," Flo explains skeptically.
Annoyed, I dip my rubber duck under water. "How would you feel if you were a rock star, everyone immediately fell on their back for you, and the guy you really wanted made you so nervous that you could hardly think straight? It's logical that Kasi would try to pull off his macho act first. After all, it's a bit of security for him. He doesn't even know what it's like to be in love. I think you should help him a little and not turn yourself into a slut who sucks on strangers' cocks in broad daylight. If you're going to open your mouth for the first guy you see, your love for Kasi isn't worth a damn. Maybe I should have told him that
He's far too good for you. That he should shed his tears for someone who deserves it."
Wow...that was probably a bit too much. Flo swallows, sobs, and cries her head off.
Unfortunately, I can't comfort him because I'm sitting naked in the tub.
"Heyheyhey...it's not too late, little tiger."
“What should I do now?” he sniffs.
"Call him, set a date, and see what happens. Oh, and Flo...don't tell him we talked about him. Just make him feel like he's got you. Anything else would just scare Kasi away, make her insecure, and then everything would go downhill."
"What the hell are you doing in there?" Jeremiah yells, barging in without being asked.
I quickly stretch myself sexily in the foam, flash my breasts again and put on a skillfully seductive bedroom look.
"You can save yourself the trouble, sweetie," Jeremiah smiles amusedly. "The little one is as gay as anyone can be. So why don't you just go away and leave your tub to us, hmm?"
"Go fuck yourself, you asshole," I snarl and hurl my rubber duck at his hellish skull.
"If I could, believe me, Schola, I would," he replies, arrogantly tossing his hair back.
Poor Flo mumbles a quick apology and runs away.
"Oh dear, we scared the little one," Jeremiah shakes his head.
"Looks like you're not as great as you think."
»Well, you don't either,« he shrugs, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub
and lets my yellow duckling swim.
"Fuck off. I want to get dressed."
His hand lazily plays with the foam, dangerously close to my bare leg. "There isn't much I haven't seen from you today...so why are you so embarrassed now?"
I'm getting the bubonic plague!
"My apartment, my bathroom, my tub, my... rubber ducky," I hiss, flicking it out of his hand. "Get out of here."
"Must be pretty frustrating when your puny feminine charms aren't being used like that, huh? Flo didn't even have the slightest bit of a boner. But when he gave me a blowjob...well, I can tell you..."
"I can tell you, he doesn't even remember you right now, you wannabe Satan. Must be pretty frustrating, always playing second fiddle, huh?"
"At least I get a chance to play every now and then."
"Then drive it back to hell," I smile horribly.
"I know something better," grins Jeremiah, taking off his shoes and then his shirt.
»What will it be when it's finished?« I ask, deliberately bored, but still squinting
on his adorable torso.
He strips naked and slowly climbs into the tub with me. What the heck...he wanted to get out anyway. Unfortunately, Jeremiah, devil or not, is ravishingly handsome. Especially with nothing on but foam all around him. So I stay where I am for now and enjoy the view.
"You don't expect me to go looking for the soap and accidentally touch your cock, do you?"
"Absolutely not. I trust you'll find it without a trite excuse."
I fiddle with him a bit underwater. Jeremiah moans contentedly. Shit, he really looks good. But you can't get a classy woman like me that easily. "What is it," I purr after a while, "are you ready?"
His hands greedily grab my breasts. "Mmm...yes, damn," he hisses hastily.
"Fine." I pull myself out of the water. "Then just do the rest yourself, you little devil. I'm not in the mood right now." Wrapped up in my fluffy bathrobe, I happily stroll out of the bathroom. I don't want to repeat the curses that accompany me here.
Two weeks later, everything is screwed again. You take a second to worry
mind his own business, and everything gets out of hand. When I told Flo that he
He should let himself be persuaded...did I perhaps mean that he should immediately jump into bed with Kasi? No, I didn't. Men always have to be explained everything in detail because they're naturally a bit simpler-minded. Especially lovestruck tigers.
One of them is sitting across from me right now, crying himself senseless. Okay, so Flo slept with Kasi and now it's all over. He's not calling me anymore and isn't responding to Flo's calls either.
"This is all your fault," he sobs angrily. "If you hadn't told me how
He's in love with me...how dare you tell me such crap? He wanted to sleep with me, nothing more."
"Is it my fault that you're so willing to get laid?"
"You sent me," he snarls. "Now I'm just another notch on his bedpost and..."
"Kasi is crazy about you. He just needs a little time to admit it to himself.
I mean, you're turning his whole life upside down. He's just scared."
Flo shakes her head.
"I think you're crazy. Just because you're somehow romantic and want to play Cupid, I'm going to die."
Interesting theory! But I'm not Cupid, I'm Santa Scholastica, and I always get what I want. When in doubt, I'll just beat some sense into Kasi's drunken head.
Well, since I don't have anything else planned today, I might as well do it right away. I'll put Flo to bed with a cup of cinnamon cocoa and head to Mr. Pleasure.
Kasi rolls her eyes. "You again?"
"Enough of the pleasantries." I push him into the apartment and slam the door. "So?"
"Uh...so what?" he asks.
Man, I'm really having to force myself to stay calm. "Now please explain to me why you're hurting the nicest, sweetest boy in the universe, who, by the way, is incredibly infatuated with you for reasons I don't understand. I mean, what's going on?
with you? Are you really so stupid that you can't understand what a treasure that man up there has placed in your arms, you birdbrain?"
"Who's up there?"
I'm going crazy!
"The Lord. You've probably heard of him."
»Okay,« says Kasi slowly, »I'm going to go to the phone and call the guys from the nuthouse
because you're obviously not completely healthy. Do you happen to hear voices?"
"Yes, but that's nothing to do with you. This is about Flo."
»He's just as crazy as you are,« he snorts. »He's been terrorizing me for days with his
Call. I told him from the beginning that I wasn't interested in a relationship."
»Why not, actually?«
"Why the hell would I talk about this with a crazy person like you? What do you have to do with the whole thing?"
»I don't particularly like it when people swear in my presence...but that's just by the way.
Are you really trying to tell me that screwing around with nameless idiots fulfills you more than holding Flo in your arms all night? If you could just put aside your totally stupid sex-and-drugs-and-rock'n'roll act, you'd realize that there's a
There's a boy who desperately loves you. Will it kill you to show him that you love him just as desperately back?"
"It's nice that you're apparently looking for a new home for your friend, but... I'm not interested, okay?! Now, piss off."
Before I can say a word, Kasi has thrown me out. ME. Kicked out. For a very brief moment, I'm inclined to call Jeremiah, but I decide
But I'm against it because I hate Jeremiah and he's on the other side anyway.
I can't possibly make common cause with the devil.
“He called me,” Flo beams, bouncing around my living room like a rubber ball.
"He called and invited me to his concert. Ohhhh...that's great."
I'm skeptical and don't think we're at the happy ending yet. Better I go with
and make sure nothing happens to Flo. It wouldn't hurt to get dressed up. Maybe I'll find a good-looking guy over eighteen.
Blue and white striped stockings, a blue dress, Doc's, and my pink hair artfully piled on top of my head, garnished with a fake flower. That should be enough. Flo looks like he's desperate to be ripped open. His buckle-fronted pants sit indecently low on his hips, and his shirt is so tight I wonder how he got into them. Yum!! He's definitely not wearing any underwear today. It's quite obvious... I'm going to die. Why is something like that always so completely unattainable for a girl?!
"Flo...I'm on the guest list," he shouts in the face of the guy at the cash register.
The guy nods and glances at me. Apparently, I'm not into it. Fifteen
The fun costs me a few euros, and my good mood has just vanished. So I hang out at the bar and knock back a few shots of tequila.
"Hey, Babydoll," a voice whispers in my ear, "who's your friend, hmm?"
"Benedict...Flo. Flo...Benedict," I explain, sucking on the lemon slice.
Flo's wardrobe has the desired effect. My dim-witted brother immediately starts flirting with him. My sweetheart doesn't seem particularly pleased,
But unfortunately, he can't defend himself properly when Benedikt gropes him and kisses him on the mouth. What they both don't realize is that Kasi is standing in the dark next to the stage and sees EVERYTHING. Unfortunately, he's gone before I can alert Flo to his presence. Then, all of a sudden, Jeremiah appears, Pleasure & Pain take the stage, and disaster ensues.
Benedikt is stuck to Flo like chewing gum. Or like a bee, if Flo had smeared himself with honey (if he had, I'd be licking him instead of that stupid lemon). Kasi and Jeremiah exchange sweetheart looks. Flo notices this and flirts more heavily with Benedikt. Yes, am I in kindergarten?!
Kasi starts singing the last song.
Good people grow wings, only I am a black sheep
But my grief is over, for he speaks to me in my sleep
I leave the path of virtue, make my own choice now
Don't let you put me off, I don't care about your world
Everyone is closest to themselves and what does morality cost
Logically, Kasi crawled close to the edge of the stage and stroked Jeremiah.
Dance with the devil...through the night...
Boy, you have no idea!
When angels freeze in winter, hell is cozy and warm
Let me feel your fire, devil power has its charm
Jeremiah is completely blown away. After all, he's an expert on all things hell and all that. In the middle of the chorus, he hops onto the stage and gives Kasi an extremely long French kiss. The girls scream like crazy. Flo, on the other hand, has turned chalk white.
Oh shit!!
"This is just a show," I try to salvage the situation. Too late. Flo's heart is broken.
Shattered when Kasi takes Jeremiah backstage.
Sorry...I have to kill those two now! And then my brother right away.
The best thing would be for me to destroy the whole world!
But since I'm not an angel of death, but a saint, I decide it's better if I take care of my little heart first. Unfortunately, it's nowhere to be found. After a while, though, I at least found Benedict.
»Where is Flo?«
"I don't know. He just ran away. What's going on?"
"You," I poke him in the ribs, "go and kill that damned, hell-spawned, bucket of pure evil. I have to find Flo."
A very bad feeling creeps through my bones and the fighting through the people
It's taking way too long. He's not outside, anyway. I head to his apartment. Luckily, I run into him on the way.
“Babe, is everything okay?” I ask worriedly.
He blinks at me with tear-filled eyes. Then he stumbles into my arms.
* * *
Flo clearly took the whole Kasi thing too lightly. We went to his apartment, where he tore all the Kasi pictures off the walls, crying. After that, all he did was curse. A day later, Kasi was out of his mind. I don't believe him for a second.
Benedikt caught Kasi and Jeremiah backstage engaging in explicit sexual activity and punched both of them in the face. Well, Kasi, anyway. Jeremiah then threw one of his dreaded tantrums and attacked my poor brother. In the end, the two of them ended up in bed. Bennie says I should be happy that he got rid of the devil for me. How, that's secondary. I have the urgent feeling everyone except me is crazy. And a voice tells me I should go see Flo. Immediately!
Even after ringing the bell continuously, he doesn't open the door. But I know he's there. The voice told me that, too. Unfortunately, I don't know how I'm supposed to open this damn door.
I'm really panicking now and I pray for a moment. I'm practically begging. There's a rumbling thunderclap, and as if by magic, the door opens. Three steps down the hallway...oh my God! Flo is lying motionless on the couch, and there's blood everywhere. Stay calm, Schola! I feel his neck...a weak pulse. That's a good sign. The ambulance is called quickly, but it takes forever. Meanwhile, I'm frantically pressing cloths on Flo's slashed wrists.
When he is finally taken away, I look like I've stepped out of a horror movie and am so exhausted that I need Benedikt to take me to the hospital.
"This is all my fault," I cry into Bennie's shirt. "All I wanted to do was..."
"I know, little one," he whispers. "By the way, there's someone who can comfort you better."
I struggle wearily out of Benedikt's arms and almost have a heart attack.
Hospital corridor stands radiantly beautiful...my shining light!
The angel approaches me, gently pulls me up from my chair, and holds me tightly. For a while, I enjoy his warmth. His scent. His lips touching my hair. Then I let go of him.
"You came to take him away, didn't you?"
The angel smiles. His mouth touches mine. An incredible feeling of happiness flows through me.
"What's he doing here?" I ask angrily.
"I called Kasi and told him what happened," explains Benedikt.
The little rock star looks like vomit. Totally pale, with dark circles all the way down to his toes.
He looks around nervously.
»What...how is Flo doing?«
"FLO IS DEAD," I scream with tears streaming down my face.
Kasi stares at me, then shakes his head.
"No...that...that can't be. I...he can't...without knowing...NO!" he babbles.
"Flo's in there," I point to a door, "if you want to say goodbye to him."
"I...can't," Kasi cries.
"Now go in there and see what you did to him," I command, pushing him into the room.
"You're cruel, Schola," the angel smiles and puts his arm around my shoulder.
"Oh, come on. It won't kill him."
"Let's go in anyway. Just in case."
Flo's face is about as white as the bedspread. His wrists are thickly bandaged.
His eyes closed. He's certainly the most beautiful corpse since Laura Palmer.
Kasi stumbles hesitantly to the bed and lays his head on Flo's chest. "I'm so sorry," he sobs barely audibly.
"How...how can you just walk away? I love you..."
A limp hand makes its way, gently stroking Kasi's hair. He lifts his head and looks into Flo's tired, smiling face.
"Couldn't you have told me sooner, you idiot?" whispers Flo.
Kasi gropes around him in disbelief, then carefully lies down next to him. My little heart snuggles exhausted into his arms, and the angel nudges me.
"I think we're not needed here anymore."
Sighing, I wipe a few tears from my cheeks and quietly close the door.
»Well, everything turned out well again,« says Bennie, as if it were his merit,
leans back and kisses my neck. The light figure on the other side does
the same.
»That was pretty close,« I remark, while my fingers slowly run over the bare
Angel's breast. "And anyway, if you hadn't shown up...you'd have your fun and I'd do all the work."
Bennie's hand crawls over my breast. "Are you telling me you didn't enjoy that, sis?"
"Phhh...show-off."
He kisses me on the mouth. Then he kisses the angel. After that, I kiss the angel. We spend the rest of the night entwined in a realm of sensual...okay, we
fuck us stupid, you know?!
Flo is doing better now, which is undoubtedly due to Kasi's touching care. He really does care about my little heart. Why do terrible things always have to happen before people understand what is good and right? Well, if it were otherwise, there would be nothing left for a saint to do.
I really love all my tigers, but when I see Flo cuddling with Kasi...wow, it always gives me a little pang. Right in the heart. Still, I don't wish...okay, sometimes I do. But only secretly. What can I say? Even Santa Scholastica isn't immune to romantic feelings, longing, and heartbreak, you know?! Flo is just something very special.
Benedict is gone. My angel is still here. It's not only in hell that one is entitled to vacation.
I'm enjoying the time with this enchanting light, after all, he has to go back in three weeks.
By the way, Jeremiah is still totally pissed off. Because of the bathtub incident and...because
everything. He has sworn the most vicious revenge on me. As far as I'm concerned. I'm ready. For a new fight. And for another victory.
Hallelujah!
I have just chased two love-crazed sweethearts out of my apartment and am trying to
to get the sweet pouting faces out of my head. However, the
instantly with a gorgeously beautiful, bewitching angel face and even Bennies
Fresse is haunting my brain.
Oh man, I desperately need sex. Not that I have trouble picking up guys, but ever since the shining light left me, I've been very picky.
And even if, to put it very unromantically, I want to fuck...I like to cuddle afterwards and that's not possible with someone you've only known for three seconds.
Shit, I want someone to love!! Someone to spend Sunday in bed with, eating sweets and cuddling.
Someone for whom you don't have to constantly wear saucy lingerie. Someone who still finds you attractive even in the baggy underwear you got from Grandma for Christmas.
Someone with wings. I want my angel!!
Before I can truly sink into depression, however, the phone on my desk rings. I hobble to my feet. I hobble because I have pastel-colored cotton balls stuck between my toes. I was wallowing in self-pity while painting my nails glittery baby blue.
“Hello?” I whisper into the receiver.
»Schola...I...I don't know...oh shit...«
Hmm, that voice sounds familiar. Could be Flo, whom I heard a few weeks ago
I met Disse.
"I have...shit, it won't stop bleeding."
My heart stops. "What the hell...vulture have you done?" I scream.
He cries. "My wrist...I just...shit, I slipped."
Great! Flo likes to slash his arms in hardcore situations. I hate that.
"I'll be right there," I call, slam down the receiver, flick the cotton wool off my feet, throw on my tails and dress, and race off.
When Flo opens the door, I spontaneously want to vomit. His white T-shirt is covered in blood,
ugly cuts on his arms...some crusted over, but a few glistening fresh.
His face is streaming with tears, his gaze a mixture of fear and madness.
God, he knows how drama works. He presses a bloody handkerchief to his forearm...luckily not his wrist!
I bravely swallow my urge to vomit. "Show me." Oh dear, that cut is really deep. Deeper than Flo usually cuts.
It (the cut, not Flo!) gapes open like an obscenely grinning mouth. I read that in a book once and think it fits perfectly here. "That needs stitches. I'm taking you to the hospital."
Flo shakes her head wildly. "They'll put me in the nuthouse."
"You should have thought of that before, you idiot. Why do you do shit like that?"
"I didn't mean to, it was just all so..."
"Spare me the shit," I interrupt him harshly and slap gauze over his arms.
Some time later, I'm sitting in the hospital corridor, completely exhausted. Flo's injury
is stitched. The doctor isn't particularly empathetic. He's probably sick of slashed limbs and people trying to kick their own life with pills.
I can understand that. Still. My blood boils and my guts ache. Through the crack in the door, I see Flo, cowering on the bed, terrified and howling. He looks like a shy little animal, and I want to immediately take him in my arms and never let go. To protect him from the evil in this world. Especially from this Dr. Horror, who's violently messing with him.
»Hey you,« I bleat, »why don't you take a knitting needle and hit the poor
Boys under your wing? Where have you been practicing so far? In hell?"
Dr. Horror looks at me angrily, whispers something to the nurse, who shortly afterwards opens the door
closes. What an asshole!
When the door opens again, Flo has calmed down somewhat and both arms are professionally bandaged.
"The young man said that you would take care of him. Normally, I would
Put them in a psychiatric hospital overnight. Attempted suicide is, after all, a serious matter."
“I didn’t want to die,” Flo explains dully.
"Thanks, Dr. Horror. I can stuff him full of psychotropic drugs, he doesn't need a bed in a nuthouse."
"If I find him here again in this condition, I'll have him admitted against his will," hisses Dr. Tod. "Go to your family doctor so he can take care of the stitches. They have to be removed in a week," he says, turning to Flo, and hurries off.
At home, I put Flo on the couch, spread a blanket over him and serve him
hot chocolate.
»Schola,« he begins tearfully and looks at me with a heartbreaking dachshund look, »it
I'm sorry for causing so much stress." His large, brown, doe-like eyes glisten moistly.
"Okay, sweetheart. What was going on?"
He shrugs his shoulders dejectedly. I already know why he's in such a bad mood. He has the
Typical teenage 'I'm worthless, I look ugly, and no one understands me' syndrome. Add to that totally crazy parents, an eating disorder I've diagnosed, AND he's unhappily in love. I'd better not tell him that at almost nineteen, he should have outgrown this teenage crap, or he'll stick the razor blade in his flesh again. So, he loves a girl who just doesn't want anything to do with him. Uh...that's the official version.
But since I'm Santa Scholastica, I'm obviously aware that this isn't about a girl, but a boy. Yeah, I've caught another gay heart, you know?!
Okay, Flo also knows he's into boys, but for some absurd reason doesn't want to admit it. You don't have to be a saint to know he likes boys. His tiny apartment (consisting of one room, kitchen, and bathroom) is littered with pictures of his favorite band, "Pleasure & Pain," and they have a really cute singer who likes to pose half-naked... fishnet top, panties, and high-heeled Docs. It makes me lick my lips and swoon. I could swoon over Flo, too; he's super cute, too. And very needy, too. I wonder if HE made him stumble into my arms?!
Anyway, I think Flo actually has little reason to be depressed. He's handsome, freaky, nice, and funny. Unfortunately, though, he thinks he's a complete asshole. He's just fallen out with the world a lot. And he desperately needs a good fuck. Great, great, I've just given myself a new assignment.
"Hey, drama queen. Are all the sharp objects still in the same place, or do I have to check?" I ask, juggling the shopping bags. Flo could take some of it off my hands, by the way. After all, he didn't chop off his fingers. "Do you want to eat now or later?"
He lazily lifts his head from the pillow. "Never."
Annoyed, I slam the groceries into the designated cupboards. »Darling, you
You'll eat it today, even if I stuff it down your throat myself. Is pizza okay?" I yell from the kitchen, listening for an answer that doesn't come. So I put the pizza in the oven and sit down next to him.
"And once you've eaten everything, I'll tell you something really great."
»Was'n?»
"Yeah, you know...we're going to Pleasure & Pain next week."
Flo opens his doe eyes wide. "What?"
»You were probably so busy with self-mutilation that you totally missed the fact that the
play here, hmm?
"Well, no, I just didn't think so...I didn't want to ask you because..."
"It's okay, sweetheart...oh, well, the pizza is ready. I hope you're hungry."
Flo grumbles a little, but then devours the pizza quite greedily.
I wonder who taught him to think so messed up about himself?!
I mean, he's so thin and petite that I could get complexes next to him
and he thinks he is too fat. His enormous obesity is also the reason why he
doesn't have a boyfriend. That means officially he wants a girlfriend, but I don't have the nerve for such nonsense. Direct is always best, I've known since
Martin and Daniel.
"Flo...I think you finally deserve a proper fuck."
He accidentally splashes some green tea on my knee. "Excuse me?" he coughs.
I patiently wipe drops of tea spit from my leg. "And there are probably tons of cute guys at the Pleasures who'd love to do that."
Flo turns pale, then very red in the cheek area. "But I..."
"Okay, sweetheart. Let's just cut this short, it's getting too tiring for me, you know?!"
You don't like tits, you like cocks." Well, a little bit nicer could have
I might be able to formulate it after all.
Oh, hell... oh dear, it's thundering angrily. Right above my skull. Hell is just as bad for HIM as the devil. So, what the hell. Uh, what was I about to say? Oh yes, to hell with nice phrases. Flo should finally understand that he has nothing to be ashamed of his sexual orientation.
"I...I didn't think it would be so obvious," he murmurs, head bowed.
»Excuse me, but have you looked around your apartment?« I smile. »Kasi in
Miniskirt, Kasi topless, Kasi in underwear and a fishnet shirt, Kasi pouting, Kasi grinning...uh, should I continue?
He shakes his head dejectedly.
"Hey, the world isn't going to end because of this."
"If my father finds out...he'll rip my heart out and eat it for breakfast."
"Only gypsies do that, and even that's a stupid prejudice."
"My mother will never look at me again."
»Listen, it's not about confessing to the whole world that you're gay. It's
It's about finding a guy who'll give you a good time, you know?!
Flo stares at me fearfully.
"Don't worry, Tiger. Nobody is forcing you to do anything. We'll just go there and
have fun.»
Wow! I'm definitely too old for small, crappy, overcrowded clubs. The average age
is actually sixteen. The club is actually quite nice, only the screaming of the
Seeing stort.
Pleasure & Pain is a local punk crypt band, and they have just as crazy a group of girls around them as the Backstreet Boys or Take That...when they still existed. Except the girls all look like little gothic lolitas. I must feel like a gothic grandma. In any case, I wouldn't let my underage children go half-naked into any dive bar. Flo next to me looks stunning. Vinyl pants, Doc's, a tight shirt, and a silver chain belt.
His bare arms (his wrists are still bandaged, which looks incredibly dramatic and sexy) shimmer with a creamy vanilla scent and I'm really tempted to lick them with the tip of my tongue...but unfortunately, he doesn't care about me.
When Pleasure finally enters the stage, the girls are really getting on my nerves. Especially the two dancing around in front of me. One of the girls has thick, black hair down to her toes, which is completely hateful for that reason alone. On top of that, she keeps throwing her mane in my face. Is she trying to provoke me?! Annoyed, I shove her and kick her heels a little. When she turns around angrily and sees my dark look, she quickly pisses off to the other side.
Kasi, the handsome singer everyone drools over, is wearing a miniskirt, fishnet stockings
and high Doc's. His black tufts are manga-like on his handsome skull
arranged. A cigarette hangs casually in the corner of his mouth as he straps on his bass.
Flo tries to look relatively neutral, but he's not fooling me. He thinks the guy is just as hot as everyone else here. Apparently, I'm the only one who notices what a little show-off Mr. Superstar is.
I mean, that exaggeratedly arrogant staring, and every little gesture makes the girls scream in agony. He just knows exactly which buttons to push. The guys are all trying to imitate him because, of course, they want to get the girls. But they're just fooling themselves, because the girls don't care about cheap copies and would rather be fucked by the real Kasi.
Well, some guys probably want that too. Flo certainly does. And as I already mentioned...he desperately needs it!
Because of the rabid crowd, we are soon pushed to the left side of the stage and finally have some peace and quiet.
Flo doesn't seem to care about anything, as long as he can see a little bit of Kasi. By the way, he's just strolling up to the girl next to us and kissing her on the cheek. The girl has a leg cast and is using crutches. Personally, I think Flo looks much more kissable with his bandages.
Kasi is an idiot. My heart is looking dejected. Things aren't going the way I want them to. I want to get drunk right now and start
Let’s start with that right away.
After almost two hours, the Pleasures disappear into the backstage area and come
not back. I hastily drag Flo behind me.
"What?" he yells.
“Just come with me,” I yell back.
Unfortunately, a nasty, hairless thug is standing at the door. "Hey...this is just for the band."
"I'm a friend of Kasi's," I whisper, even though it's a total lie. And anyway... why are local pissheads acting like the damn Beatles?
"So are the other hundred girls. Sorry, but the boys want some peace and quiet today."
Do I feel like arguing with Baldy now? His stupid wink can
He's probably having a fit of nonsense. "Listen, Kojak, I'm not some groupie who lets the whole crew fuck me...and don't look at my sweetie so greedily, he certainly won't give you a blowjob to get in there."
“He’ll kill us,” Flo whispers urgently in my ear.
Suddenly the door opens and Jan, the drummer, peeks out. I wave vigorously
and when he sees me, he grins broadly. I actually know Jan. That means I have
I once spent a pretty wild evening of kissing with him. Sometimes there are wonderful coincidences, don't you think?!
"Schola, what are you doing here?"
"We're just trying to get past this brainwave," I explain, pointing
on bald head.
"It's okay," smiles Jan, and we stroll into the musty room.
Flo...
Oh dear, I didn't know Schola knew anyone from the band personally. Anyway, we're backstage now, and I'm feeling a little uneasy. My companion
is immediately surrounded by the boys, while I stand here and don't know what to do.
I feel totally lost, sweating a little. My gaze wanders around and spots another half-open door. I slowly head toward it and...oh my God! There's Kasi sitting on the couch. Well, actually, he's more of a lying person. Wow, he's so beautiful. My heart is pounding. Should I talk to him? No, he looks like he's about to fall asleep. I'd better not disturb him.
But I can still pine for him a little. I'm sure I won't get another chance like this. Man, he's even cuter in real life. The way he's hanging there with his eyes closed...incredible.
Just as I'm about to leave, I hear a murmur and turn around. Kasi looks at me sadly.
"Hey, you...indie boy...come here."
What? Is he really talking about me?? Hesitantly, I take a few uncertain steps. "Uh...I didn't mean to disturb you...I..."
“Come here,” he says again.
Like a hypnotized rabbit, I follow his voice when he suddenly grabs my arm
and pulls me down. I am so frightened that I lose my balance and fall
land in his lap. How embarrassing!! I want to die right now.
"Got you," he whispers and, completely unprompted, sticks his tongue in my mouth.
My brain just said goodbye. Oh, he's so warm and his lips are sweet as sugar. Man, he's a good kisser.
But when his hand starts fiddling with my bare stomach, I panic and push him away.
"Uh...?"
"I noticed you out there," he explains.
"Oh yeah? And why did you kiss that crutch chick then?" Shit, I'm
accidentally slipped out.
"I'd rather kiss you," he smiles, "but that would have completely ruined my reputation as a ladykiller."
"So you don't usually kiss girls?" I ask.
"I kiss everything I find beautiful and you...you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time."
Ohhhhhhh!!!! Can someone please pinch me? I mean, I'm sitting here with Kasi, who
tells me I'm beautiful. Uh...he's kissing me again...mhhh. I'm almost losing my
senses. His fingers fumble clumsily (I think he is a little drunk) with my
Zipper.
"Wait a minute," I gasp, "uh...you don't even know my name."
"If you think it's necessary, feel free to tell me."
»Flo.»
"Oh, okay, Flo...I want to fuck you."
“Here?” I exclaim in horror.
He shrugs. "Sure, just close the door."
"No, I mean...I...I don't want it that way."
»Then why the hell are you here?« he asks aggressively, pushes me away and takes a
generous swig from his beer bottle.
"I...I wanted to, so...I like you." And I want to kill myself for that stupid sentence.
"I love you too. So..."
"Can't we talk first?"
He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Oh please...let's skip all this shit and just fuck a little, okay?"
I'm definitely shaking my head.
"Too bad," he sighs. "Well, whatever."
There is an awkward silence for a few minutes. Kasi has lit a cigarette and
finishes his beer. I can't think of anything I could say to him and actually it's
I don't care. I get to sit next to this beauty. God, I'm nervous.
"What's that all about? Is it fake or were you really fed up?" he suddenly asks
and points to my bandaged wrists.
"I...I didn't intend to kill myself," I explain, my cheeks flushed.
"But?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
He shrugs. "You were just about to talk."
"Yes...but not about that."
"Okay, you don't want to talk and you don't want to fuck...why are you here?"
“I’ve fallen in love with you,” I babble.
“Of course,” he smiles.
"I mean it."
"Oh come on, Flo. You don't even know me."
"Then give me the chance to get to know you."
"There are fifty people out there waiting to sleep with me. Why should I waste my time with you, huh?" he asks, stroking my cheek.
"I...I'm not just interested in your sweet ass. I want to be your friend."
"You're really cute, little one. But unfortunately, I'm not into this relationship crap at the moment.
I don't feel like it at all. I just want to have fun, nothing else."
Of course. What did I think? That someone like Kasi would fall in love with me? We
Live happily ever after together? I might be an idiot.
"Then...then maybe I should go?" I ask cautiously.
"Yes, perhaps."
Great. So that's it. I'd love to cry, but not in front of him. I still have a little bit of pride left.
"So then..."
"Take care," he replies coolly.
He'll probably get some slut to fuck right away. One who'll be in front of her
Bragging to my friends about it. I hate the whole world. Why did Schola have to drag me here?! Why do I have to be such a loser?
»Hey, Indiejunge...»
»And?»
"You think my butt is really cute?" he grins, while I turn bright red.
»Ahem...well...yes.«
“Have a safe journey home,” he calls.
Scholastika:
Shit, I've lost sight of my heart. Flo was just here. Everything
It's only Jan's fault; he just got me into a kissing match. It was fun.
But...how can I always think only of myself? I struggle to wriggle out from under him.
and search the room...no, Flo has vanished. Maybe he's next door? Let's see. Oh wow...Mister Pleasure himself is hanging around on an old
tasteless couch, but currently looks more like amp;Pain.
»Hey, have you seen Flo?«
Kasi presents me with a veiled rock star look. "Who?"
Man, he's up to his neck. "The boy I'm here with. Petite, dark
Hair...uh, with bandaged wrists."
He seems to think for a moment. "Yes, it's just gone."
"Fuck. Where to?"
"I don't know. Am I his nanny?"
Nope, a drunken asshole.
He looks me over unashamedly. "Nice outfit. How does it look? Want to fuck?"
Excuse me? If I didn't feel so sorry for that asshole, I'd laugh heartily.
"Sure. But not with you."
Kasi shakes her head.
"Oh man, what's wrong today? Do I have bad breath or something?"
First this uptight idiot and now a bitch."
I have a terrible feeling.
"Tell me, did you also ask Flo about sex so charmingly?"
"Is that any of your business?"
"Indeed," I answer, and in my mind I am already about to punch him in the arrogant
To kick in the face.
"Are you his girlfriend or something?" he mumbles.
I don’t feel like messing around with this drunken piece of shit, so I’m
rather look for my little heart.
»Hey, what kind of way is that to just run away, hmm?« I ask reproachfully, as I see Flo
at a bus stop.
"Sorry but...my evening wasn't that fun."
"I heard...you talked to Mr. Pleasure, right?"
"I'm afraid I've made a complete fool of myself," he explains sadly.
"Want to sleep over at my place?" Not that he'd hurt himself again.
He nods.
I'm afraid dragging Flo to Pleasure & Pain wasn't a good idea. I wanted to cheer him up, and I'm inadvertently a little to blame for making him feel even worse. Shit!
Logically, Kasi is primarily to blame, and if I could take off my halo for five minutes, I'd absolutely curse him. Or make a voodoo doll and stick needles on it. The devil take him, damn it.
I've barely finished thinking this when my living room is suddenly filled with fog. There's a rumbling and thundering noise; I think something's exploding. I wonder if my house is about to blow up and fly to the land beyond the rainbow?!
"You called me?" a voice thunders from the smoke, followed by a bad cough.
I hastily open the window. I wouldn't be surprised if Miss Gulch cycles by with Toto in her basket and transforms into the Wicked Witch of the West.
The sulfurous smoke clears... leaving behind a sickeningly handsome guy, fanning his face theatrically. His long black hair flows like heavy velvet over his delicate shoulders.
"Do you always have to be so rude?" I grumble, annoyed.
"Sure, that's what people expect from me, right? A cloud of sulfur, slime, and maybe even some disgusting creatures crawling at my feet. I decided to skip that today. It would be a shame to ruin your lovely apartment."
"What are you doing here?"
He stares at me in surprise.
"You wanted to see me."
"Can't you even have your thoughts to yourself here, damn it?"
Lightning flashes from the sky. I duck spontaneously as the figure in front of me laughs his head off.
"Small sins are punished immediately, eh?"
"Go to hell," I hiss, pissed off.
“I just came from here, my beautiful,” he smiles seductively.
Jeremiah isn't the real devil. Just something like his second-in-command. The devil's general. A vice-Satan, so to speak. The eternal number two. However, he always acts like he's the absolute prince of darkness. I can't stand him, that arrogant bum.
"So...who am I supposed to pester for you?"
"No one, you idiot. Grab your trident and get out of here."
He clicks his tongue.
"Charming as ever. Do you have anything to eat?" Jeremiah asks, strolling into the kitchen. "Man, not a damn freshly ripped-out heart," he exclaims disappointedly. "Well, let's just order pizza, shall we?"
He's got to be kidding me!
Later that evening, the idiot is still clinging to me, or rather, to my couch, like a plague. He stretches contentedly and yawns profusely.
"Don't make so much noise tomorrow morning, okay? I like to sleep in."
"You can kiss my ass."
I don't know if he'll answer that, I have to go to the door because the doorbell just rang.
Flo. Very unhappy again.
"Hello," he mumbles.
His hello generally sounds so perversely tortured, as if he had to take all the suffering of the world onto his
Shoulders. I think he should pull himself together a bit. After all, others are in a much worse situation.
As he enters the living room, Jeremiah's eyes flash dangerously.
"Who the hell is that?"
"Oh," Flo says, embarrassed, "I didn't know you had visitors. I...ahem...I might come..."
“Just maybe?” whispers Jeremiah, who has stood in front of him.
»Uh...what?«
NO! The devil won't corrupt my little heart. And certainly not in my apartment while I'm standing there.
"As you can see, it's not a good time right now, Flo. I'll call you."
»O-okay.»
"Nonsense. He can stay, Schola, honestly. I...um...I haven't had dessert yet."
"Please go to the kitchen and make us some tea. We're really thirsty right now, you know?"
Flo trudges off, Jeremiah looks after him longingly.
"Listen, you asshole, keep your hands off my sweetie or something will happen."
"Keep it down, Schola. If it makes you feel any better...I'm just here on vacation. To have fun. What are you planning to do with him?" he winks stupidly.
"Get in my way and you'll get to know me," I hiss.
Jeremiah strokes my cheek.
"Can't wait, as always."
“The tea is ready.”
Well, how nice for us!
Unfortunately, my sweetheart is pretty simple-minded...like all men. He falls for everything Jeremiah does or says. One small compliment about his handsome face, and he beams like a complete idiot. Add to that Jeremiah's fingers, which sometimes brush hair out of his face or casually touch his knee, and Flo is completely screwed. If this continues, my sweetheart will sell his virginity to the devil tonight.
"Oh Flo, I almost forgot...I got Jan Kasi's cell phone number."
"Who's that? Your friend, huh?" asks the devilish idiot.
I ignore this concentrated load of stupidity and push the number sheet into the very confused Flo's fin.
»What am I supposed to do with that?«
"Memorize it and then eat it," I groan, my nerves completely gone. "Once you've digested properly...you could call him. Or send him a text, which I'd recommend. At least then you can think about what you want to tell him beforehand."
"But...Kasi doesn't even want to meet me. He made that very clear."
"No reason not to try, I mean."
“Who the hell is this kid?” Jeremiah chimes in.
"KASI," Flo and I shout simultaneously. "And there's no swearing in my apartment, you
Asshole, got it?" I add.
Jeremiah makes an offended face. Then he suddenly smiles eerily.
"Flo, you better go and think about the call."
"Tell me, do you have any plans for tomorrow?" yells the devil (Flo is in the hallway putting on his jacket).
"Yes, he did. He's meeting his future boyfriend," I snarl angrily.
"Ahem...no," murmurs my unsuspecting little heart.
»Let's go out, hmm?«
"You and...me?"
Jeremiah nods happily.
"Okay. Fine by me."
"See you then and...sweet dreams."
Am I crazy? Flo actually met my guest from hell. More than that. The scumbag flirted with Flo like the worst and won him over. Almost. He didn't get him into bed. Not yet. It was a passionate smooch. Flo told me this, completely overexcited and with heart-shaped eyes. Kasi seems to have been forgotten. Flo only talks about Jeremiah's sweet lips. His soft hair. And how great he looks. He wanted to know how I knew such a shining light. Shining light... phhhh... that would be nice.
Aside from the fact that Jeremiah only wants to win my heart to get even with me, and I don't wish him this triumph for the life of me, I obviously can't allow Flo to... God forbid!... fall seriously in love. He's not strong enough to handle being dumped after the first or second fuck. Jeremiah isn't naturally inclined to develop romantic feelings for anyone. So this whole thing is doomed, and maybe I should talk to Kasi. Help him out with the whole falling in love thing, you know?! Because it seems to me that he belongs to the more narrow-minded faction.
When his apartment door opens (which, by the way, takes a really long time...I had to ring the doorbell for minutes), I'm surprised and at my wit's end.
»Hey sis!«
Shit, I'm having déjà vu. "Benedict, you're really getting on my nerves. And if you can't provide a satisfactory explanation for your half-naked appearance, I'll kick you in the stomach."
"Oh dear...someone else you want?"
"Do I look like I need to be fucked by wannabe rock stars?"
"Well," he grins, "Kasi isn't doing too badly."
As soon as you mention the idiot, he's standing next to you. Or rather, next to my brother.
"Damn it, I don't even get peace at home. Wait..." He disappears briefly, returns a few seconds later, and asks for my name.
“Scholastika,” I answer, shocked.
Kasi scribbles something, then presses his photo into my hand. Completely stunned, I have no idea what's going on for a few seconds. Did he just give me an autograph?? Is he suicidal?!
“That’s my sister,” giggles Benedikt.
Kasi is apparently too stupid to understand anything and prefers to scratch his head first.
"We'll talk later," I hiss and stomp down the stairs.
Benedict followed.
"Worth it."
»Was?»
"Why are you so pissed off if you're not into Kasi?"
"Because I've already reserved that idiot for someone, right?! So it would be nice if you got your orgasms somewhere else."
"Okay, sis. I mean, you have to be told that. Kasi doesn't have a sign on his neck."
"I just did. Have a nice life."
I can't go home right now. I'm way too angry. So I buy some new clothes, treat myself to a chocolate-cinnamon shake, and mentally chop off a few skulls.
and I don't feel any better. Now the only thing that really helps is a relaxing bath (milk & honey with a dash of vanilla). So I grabbed the bath bags and headed to my house.
Once there, it doesn’t even bother me anymore that a shy little heart is
is devotedly sucking a hell of a cock. On my dark green leather couch. I don't care. Let them all do what they want.
"Does it taste good?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe.
Jeremiah's cock slips from Flo's mouth. "Fuck," he murmurs, wiping his lips.
"I guess that's what he's planning next," I reply.
"You're disturbing me," Jeremiah dares to say, stuffing his puny genitals into his pants.
"I'm sorry I'm in my apartment. Why don't you do your dirty stuff in a run-down train station toilet?"
"I like to be comfortable," explains Jeremiah.
"Okay," I huff, "my day sucked, I'm going to take a bath now and when I'm done you should be off."
As soon as I lie in the tub, there is a knock and immediately a very shy Flo enters
the room.
"Schola...I'm so...uh...I'm really sorry about all this. God, how embarrassing."
Should I ask him to join me in the water...? I casually push a little foam aside to expose one of my breasts, lift my leg slightly, and stroke it erotically with my fingers.
"Oh man, Jeremiah is so great and...well, we were..."
I let my leg drop and cover my breasts.
"So horny that you wanted to do it on my couch?" I interrupt him shrilly.
"And what about your true love? I'll tell you. She's crying her eyes out. Because of you!"
"Please?"
"I visited Kasi today...you remember who Kasi is, right? Good. Because he feels like rat vomit because he treated you so shabbily after the concert."
Flo opens his pretty eyes wide.
»Ehrlich?»
"Of course. I mean, you have to understand. There's this beautiful boy... that's you... standing in front of him, he's head over heels in love and he doesn't know how to handle it because he's totally confused and this feeling scares him to death."
"Kasi didn't look scared, he looked angry because I didn't want to fuck him," Flo explains skeptically.
Annoyed, I dip my rubber duck under water. "How would you feel if you were a rock star, everyone immediately fell on their back for you, and the guy you really wanted made you so nervous that you could hardly think straight? It's logical that Kasi would try to pull off his macho act first. After all, it's a bit of security for him. He doesn't even know what it's like to be in love. I think you should help him a little and not turn yourself into a slut who sucks on strangers' cocks in broad daylight. If you're going to open your mouth for the first guy you see, your love for Kasi isn't worth a damn. Maybe I should have told him that
He's far too good for you. That he should shed his tears for someone who deserves it."
Wow...that was probably a bit too much. Flo swallows, sobs, and cries her head off.
Unfortunately, I can't comfort him because I'm sitting naked in the tub.
"Heyheyhey...it's not too late, little tiger."
“What should I do now?” he sniffs.
"Call him, set a date, and see what happens. Oh, and Flo...don't tell him we talked about him. Just make him feel like he's got you. Anything else would just scare Kasi away, make her insecure, and then everything would go downhill."
"What the hell are you doing in there?" Jeremiah yells, barging in without being asked.
I quickly stretch myself sexily in the foam, flash my breasts again and put on a skillfully seductive bedroom look.
"You can save yourself the trouble, sweetie," Jeremiah smiles amusedly. "The little one is as gay as anyone can be. So why don't you just go away and leave your tub to us, hmm?"
"Go fuck yourself, you asshole," I snarl and hurl my rubber duck at his hellish skull.
"If I could, believe me, Schola, I would," he replies, arrogantly tossing his hair back.
Poor Flo mumbles a quick apology and runs away.
"Oh dear, we scared the little one," Jeremiah shakes his head.
"Looks like you're not as great as you think."
»Well, you don't either,« he shrugs, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub
and lets my yellow duckling swim.
"Fuck off. I want to get dressed."
His hand lazily plays with the foam, dangerously close to my bare leg. "There isn't much I haven't seen from you today...so why are you so embarrassed now?"
I'm getting the bubonic plague!
"My apartment, my bathroom, my tub, my... rubber ducky," I hiss, flicking it out of his hand. "Get out of here."
"Must be pretty frustrating when your puny feminine charms aren't being used like that, huh? Flo didn't even have the slightest bit of a boner. But when he gave me a blowjob...well, I can tell you..."
"I can tell you, he doesn't even remember you right now, you wannabe Satan. Must be pretty frustrating, always playing second fiddle, huh?"
"At least I get a chance to play every now and then."
"Then drive it back to hell," I smile horribly.
"I know something better," grins Jeremiah, taking off his shoes and then his shirt.
»What will it be when it's finished?« I ask, deliberately bored, but still squinting
on his adorable torso.
He strips naked and slowly climbs into the tub with me. What the heck...he wanted to get out anyway. Unfortunately, Jeremiah, devil or not, is ravishingly handsome. Especially with nothing on but foam all around him. So I stay where I am for now and enjoy the view.
"You don't expect me to go looking for the soap and accidentally touch your cock, do you?"
"Absolutely not. I trust you'll find it without a trite excuse."
I fiddle with him a bit underwater. Jeremiah moans contentedly. Shit, he really looks good. But you can't get a classy woman like me that easily. "What is it," I purr after a while, "are you ready?"
His hands greedily grab my breasts. "Mmm...yes, damn," he hisses hastily.
"Fine." I pull myself out of the water. "Then just do the rest yourself, you little devil. I'm not in the mood right now." Wrapped up in my fluffy bathrobe, I happily stroll out of the bathroom. I don't want to repeat the curses that accompany me here.
Two weeks later, everything is screwed again. You take a second to worry
mind his own business, and everything gets out of hand. When I told Flo that he
He should let himself be persuaded...did I perhaps mean that he should immediately jump into bed with Kasi? No, I didn't. Men always have to be explained everything in detail because they're naturally a bit simpler-minded. Especially lovestruck tigers.
One of them is sitting across from me right now, crying himself senseless. Okay, so Flo slept with Kasi and now it's all over. He's not calling me anymore and isn't responding to Flo's calls either.
"This is all your fault," he sobs angrily. "If you hadn't told me how
He's in love with me...how dare you tell me such crap? He wanted to sleep with me, nothing more."
"Is it my fault that you're so willing to get laid?"
"You sent me," he snarls. "Now I'm just another notch on his bedpost and..."
"Kasi is crazy about you. He just needs a little time to admit it to himself.
I mean, you're turning his whole life upside down. He's just scared."
Flo shakes her head.
"I think you're crazy. Just because you're somehow romantic and want to play Cupid, I'm going to die."
Interesting theory! But I'm not Cupid, I'm Santa Scholastica, and I always get what I want. When in doubt, I'll just beat some sense into Kasi's drunken head.
Well, since I don't have anything else planned today, I might as well do it right away. I'll put Flo to bed with a cup of cinnamon cocoa and head to Mr. Pleasure.
Kasi rolls her eyes. "You again?"
"Enough of the pleasantries." I push him into the apartment and slam the door. "So?"
"Uh...so what?" he asks.
Man, I'm really having to force myself to stay calm. "Now please explain to me why you're hurting the nicest, sweetest boy in the universe, who, by the way, is incredibly infatuated with you for reasons I don't understand. I mean, what's going on?
with you? Are you really so stupid that you can't understand what a treasure that man up there has placed in your arms, you birdbrain?"
"Who's up there?"
I'm going crazy!
"The Lord. You've probably heard of him."
»Okay,« says Kasi slowly, »I'm going to go to the phone and call the guys from the nuthouse
because you're obviously not completely healthy. Do you happen to hear voices?"
"Yes, but that's nothing to do with you. This is about Flo."
»He's just as crazy as you are,« he snorts. »He's been terrorizing me for days with his
Call. I told him from the beginning that I wasn't interested in a relationship."
»Why not, actually?«
"Why the hell would I talk about this with a crazy person like you? What do you have to do with the whole thing?"
»I don't particularly like it when people swear in my presence...but that's just by the way.
Are you really trying to tell me that screwing around with nameless idiots fulfills you more than holding Flo in your arms all night? If you could just put aside your totally stupid sex-and-drugs-and-rock'n'roll act, you'd realize that there's a
There's a boy who desperately loves you. Will it kill you to show him that you love him just as desperately back?"
"It's nice that you're apparently looking for a new home for your friend, but... I'm not interested, okay?! Now, piss off."
Before I can say a word, Kasi has thrown me out. ME. Kicked out. For a very brief moment, I'm inclined to call Jeremiah, but I decide
But I'm against it because I hate Jeremiah and he's on the other side anyway.
I can't possibly make common cause with the devil.
“He called me,” Flo beams, bouncing around my living room like a rubber ball.
"He called and invited me to his concert. Ohhhh...that's great."
I'm skeptical and don't think we're at the happy ending yet. Better I go with
and make sure nothing happens to Flo. It wouldn't hurt to get dressed up. Maybe I'll find a good-looking guy over eighteen.
Blue and white striped stockings, a blue dress, Doc's, and my pink hair artfully piled on top of my head, garnished with a fake flower. That should be enough. Flo looks like he's desperate to be ripped open. His buckle-fronted pants sit indecently low on his hips, and his shirt is so tight I wonder how he got into them. Yum!! He's definitely not wearing any underwear today. It's quite obvious... I'm going to die. Why is something like that always so completely unattainable for a girl?!
"Flo...I'm on the guest list," he shouts in the face of the guy at the cash register.
The guy nods and glances at me. Apparently, I'm not into it. Fifteen
The fun costs me a few euros, and my good mood has just vanished. So I hang out at the bar and knock back a few shots of tequila.
"Hey, Babydoll," a voice whispers in my ear, "who's your friend, hmm?"
"Benedict...Flo. Flo...Benedict," I explain, sucking on the lemon slice.
Flo's wardrobe has the desired effect. My dim-witted brother immediately starts flirting with him. My sweetheart doesn't seem particularly pleased,
But unfortunately, he can't defend himself properly when Benedikt gropes him and kisses him on the mouth. What they both don't realize is that Kasi is standing in the dark next to the stage and sees EVERYTHING. Unfortunately, he's gone before I can alert Flo to his presence. Then, all of a sudden, Jeremiah appears, Pleasure & Pain take the stage, and disaster ensues.
Benedikt is stuck to Flo like chewing gum. Or like a bee, if Flo had smeared himself with honey (if he had, I'd be licking him instead of that stupid lemon). Kasi and Jeremiah exchange sweetheart looks. Flo notices this and flirts more heavily with Benedikt. Yes, am I in kindergarten?!
Kasi starts singing the last song.
Good people grow wings, only I am a black sheep
But my grief is over, for he speaks to me in my sleep
I leave the path of virtue, make my own choice now
Don't let you put me off, I don't care about your world
Everyone is closest to themselves and what does morality cost
Logically, Kasi crawled close to the edge of the stage and stroked Jeremiah.
Dance with the devil...through the night...
Boy, you have no idea!
When angels freeze in winter, hell is cozy and warm
Let me feel your fire, devil power has its charm
Jeremiah is completely blown away. After all, he's an expert on all things hell and all that. In the middle of the chorus, he hops onto the stage and gives Kasi an extremely long French kiss. The girls scream like crazy. Flo, on the other hand, has turned chalk white.
Oh shit!!
"This is just a show," I try to salvage the situation. Too late. Flo's heart is broken.
Shattered when Kasi takes Jeremiah backstage.
Sorry...I have to kill those two now! And then my brother right away.
The best thing would be for me to destroy the whole world!
But since I'm not an angel of death, but a saint, I decide it's better if I take care of my little heart first. Unfortunately, it's nowhere to be found. After a while, though, I at least found Benedict.
»Where is Flo?«
"I don't know. He just ran away. What's going on?"
"You," I poke him in the ribs, "go and kill that damned, hell-spawned, bucket of pure evil. I have to find Flo."
A very bad feeling creeps through my bones and the fighting through the people
It's taking way too long. He's not outside, anyway. I head to his apartment. Luckily, I run into him on the way.
“Babe, is everything okay?” I ask worriedly.
He blinks at me with tear-filled eyes. Then he stumbles into my arms.
* * *
Flo clearly took the whole Kasi thing too lightly. We went to his apartment, where he tore all the Kasi pictures off the walls, crying. After that, all he did was curse. A day later, Kasi was out of his mind. I don't believe him for a second.
Benedikt caught Kasi and Jeremiah backstage engaging in explicit sexual activity and punched both of them in the face. Well, Kasi, anyway. Jeremiah then threw one of his dreaded tantrums and attacked my poor brother. In the end, the two of them ended up in bed. Bennie says I should be happy that he got rid of the devil for me. How, that's secondary. I have the urgent feeling everyone except me is crazy. And a voice tells me I should go see Flo. Immediately!
Even after ringing the bell continuously, he doesn't open the door. But I know he's there. The voice told me that, too. Unfortunately, I don't know how I'm supposed to open this damn door.
I'm really panicking now and I pray for a moment. I'm practically begging. There's a rumbling thunderclap, and as if by magic, the door opens. Three steps down the hallway...oh my God! Flo is lying motionless on the couch, and there's blood everywhere. Stay calm, Schola! I feel his neck...a weak pulse. That's a good sign. The ambulance is called quickly, but it takes forever. Meanwhile, I'm frantically pressing cloths on Flo's slashed wrists.
When he is finally taken away, I look like I've stepped out of a horror movie and am so exhausted that I need Benedikt to take me to the hospital.
"This is all my fault," I cry into Bennie's shirt. "All I wanted to do was..."
"I know, little one," he whispers. "By the way, there's someone who can comfort you better."
I struggle wearily out of Benedikt's arms and almost have a heart attack.
Hospital corridor stands radiantly beautiful...my shining light!
The angel approaches me, gently pulls me up from my chair, and holds me tightly. For a while, I enjoy his warmth. His scent. His lips touching my hair. Then I let go of him.
"You came to take him away, didn't you?"
The angel smiles. His mouth touches mine. An incredible feeling of happiness flows through me.
"What's he doing here?" I ask angrily.
"I called Kasi and told him what happened," explains Benedikt.
The little rock star looks like vomit. Totally pale, with dark circles all the way down to his toes.
He looks around nervously.
»What...how is Flo doing?«
"FLO IS DEAD," I scream with tears streaming down my face.
Kasi stares at me, then shakes his head.
"No...that...that can't be. I...he can't...without knowing...NO!" he babbles.
"Flo's in there," I point to a door, "if you want to say goodbye to him."
"I...can't," Kasi cries.
"Now go in there and see what you did to him," I command, pushing him into the room.
"You're cruel, Schola," the angel smiles and puts his arm around my shoulder.
"Oh, come on. It won't kill him."
"Let's go in anyway. Just in case."
Flo's face is about as white as the bedspread. His wrists are thickly bandaged.
His eyes closed. He's certainly the most beautiful corpse since Laura Palmer.
Kasi stumbles hesitantly to the bed and lays his head on Flo's chest. "I'm so sorry," he sobs barely audibly.
"How...how can you just walk away? I love you..."
A limp hand makes its way, gently stroking Kasi's hair. He lifts his head and looks into Flo's tired, smiling face.
"Couldn't you have told me sooner, you idiot?" whispers Flo.
Kasi gropes around him in disbelief, then carefully lies down next to him. My little heart snuggles exhausted into his arms, and the angel nudges me.
"I think we're not needed here anymore."
Sighing, I wipe a few tears from my cheeks and quietly close the door.
»Well, everything turned out well again,« says Bennie, as if it were his merit,
leans back and kisses my neck. The light figure on the other side does
the same.
»That was pretty close,« I remark, while my fingers slowly run over the bare
Angel's breast. "And anyway, if you hadn't shown up...you'd have your fun and I'd do all the work."
Bennie's hand crawls over my breast. "Are you telling me you didn't enjoy that, sis?"
"Phhh...show-off."
He kisses me on the mouth. Then he kisses the angel. After that, I kiss the angel. We spend the rest of the night entwined in a realm of sensual...okay, we
fuck us stupid, you know?!
Flo is doing better now, which is undoubtedly due to Kasi's touching care. He really does care about my little heart. Why do terrible things always have to happen before people understand what is good and right? Well, if it were otherwise, there would be nothing left for a saint to do.
I really love all my tigers, but when I see Flo cuddling with Kasi...wow, it always gives me a little pang. Right in the heart. Still, I don't wish...okay, sometimes I do. But only secretly. What can I say? Even Santa Scholastica isn't immune to romantic feelings, longing, and heartbreak, you know?! Flo is just something very special.
Benedict is gone. My angel is still here. It's not only in hell that one is entitled to vacation.
I'm enjoying the time with this enchanting light, after all, he has to go back in three weeks.
By the way, Jeremiah is still totally pissed off. Because of the bathtub incident and...because
everything. He has sworn the most vicious revenge on me. As far as I'm concerned. I'm ready. For a new fight. And for another victory.
Hallelujah!