Chapter 3
“You should text the victim, Hansi.” Thea said, flopping onto her brother’s bed.
“First, get off of my fucking bed, second, I already did. And don’t call him a victim, it’s weird.”
“Woah, language!” Thea jokingly scolded, not moving an inch. Hanschen glared at her and poked her in the side, trying to ge her off.
“Okay, sorry. My lovely wonderful sister, Thea, can you please remove yourself from my sleeping area? Thank you very much.” He said, using a fake super-sweet tone and smiling. He dropped the smile immediately after saying it, and then burst into laughter just as Thea did.
“Alright, fine.” She rolled her eyes, reluctantly getting off of it and sat on the chair at his desk instead. “What’d you say to him?”
“Ah, well, apparently I got the wrong number.” He admitted, now sitting down on his own bed and grabbing his pillow to hold to his chest by reflex.
“Whaaat, no way! How dare he.”
“I don’t think it was on purpose,” he lied, “but it’s okay, because Ernst is nice. Or he seems nice so far, at least.”
“Ernst?”
“Yeah. The wrong number. His name is Ernst.”
“Cute.”
“It’s such an old name, though.”
“I bet that’s why you like it.”
“And what gives you the impression that I like it?”
“I just know.”
Hanschen gave her a weird look, smiling slightly. “Sure you do.”
“Thea! Martha and Anna are here!” Melitta, Thea’s twin sister, shouted up the stairs. Thea immediately jumped to her feet and dashed out of the room, her brown waves bouncing with every step— or leap, more like, that she took.
“Keep me updated, Hansi!” She yelled back to her brother as she ran downstairs.