Sofort nach der Show gab Chad mit ein Zeichen, dass ich mich wieder hinter die Bühne begeben solle. Natürlich tat ich das Auch. 

„Do I have your permission to get a fan attack?" Mike laughed: „It's one in the morning. But to early, isn't it?" ich schüttelte den Kopf: „I am awake for twenty hours now, forgot to drink tons of coffee and it's the first time I didn't even felt like I could become tired." die Jungs lachten einfach nur. „Eh, Why Are you laughing? I didn't touch any alcohol except throwing plushies against beer. I don't even know why I've been taking plushies with me." Chad schaute mich entgeistert an: „That was you throwing plushies on my drinks?" schuldbewusst lachte ich: „Someone has to stop you from drinking alcohol twentyfour seven. Even if I have to throw plushies at you." allgemeines Lachen machte sich im Raum breit. „She knows what to do. We need you to teach us how you do this." „I take a small plushie, look where I have to throw it without damaging anything and in the right moment I throw it. It's the same like when you sniper." Ryan grinste doof: „We are Canadians, not Americans." ich grinste mit der Beat zurechtgelegten Antwort der Welt: „I an German and never learned it as a child. I've just randomly asked someone from the military if I could learn it." shaking their heads they laughed again. „Never do something that makes her angry of you Chad. You've got no chance to get through it." ich grinste: „I am harmless. I know how to kill someone and let it look like an accident. Getting away with it would be easy but I won't try it in real life. Life's are way to much worth to take it away from them." Chad drehte sich nochmal zu mir als er kaum zehn Zentimeter vor mir stand packte er meinen Arm und drückte ein wenig. Vor Schmerz entfuhr mir ein Zischen und ich zog meine Hand weg. „You've told me I wouldn't have to talk about." er schaute mir ernst in die Augen: „I've decided otherwise. The pain in your eyes is obvious." Ich drehte mich um und ging in Richtung Tür. „Thanks for this wonderful evening but I have to go. Hopefully we'll meet again. Bye!" hinter mir schloss ich die Tür. Sobald ich hörte, dass sie ins Schloss gefallen war rannte ich los. Langsam aber sicher bahnten sich Tränen den Weg über meine Wangen und mein Wille schnell zu rennen wurde immer größer, vor allem als ich hörte, dass ich gerufen wurde. Es war mir unangenehm darüber zu reden, vor allem mit einer Gruppe fremden. Die Narben und der Verband an meinem Unterarm würden ihnen genug Hinweise darauf geben was los ist. 

Sobald ich dort angekommen war schwang ich mich auf mein had und radelte los. Über die Brücke und dann links. Kaum war ich zuhause wechselte ich den Verband, da durch das drücken einzelne stellen sich wieder geöffnet hatten und nun bluteten wie sonstwas. 

#######Meanwhile bei Nickelback#######

„She is a girl, girls always leave their number on something." meinte Chad. „Usual girls do so. Usual girls drink with you until they faint, she didn't because she isn't like the other girls. You did let her stopping you drinking. And you did let her run away. Wonderful. What have you been talking about?" Chad schüttelte den Kopf und versuchte Mike damit abzuwimmeln. Erfolglos: „ Dude, I can't help you if you don't  tell me what's going on. The other guys are already at the hotel and you still search for her phone number. And for any reason I help you." Ohne überhaupt zugehört zu haben änderte Chad auf der Stelle das Thema: „The plushies! Maybe she wrote it on a plushie." Mike atmetet einfach einmal tief durch bevor er begann: „Maybe look at the Bill from the Bar. At least the Number of the Bar should be there and this way you can find out more about her than her hobbies and first name." Chad nickte: „You're right. I'll call the Bar tomorrow. At least Cologne was our last stop for three months now." Mike schüttelte nur den Kopf: „However she did it, you like her more than you would ever say you do." 

||Next Day||

###Eileen POV###

m nächsten Morgen machte ich mich fertig. Noch hatte ich Semester Ferien, weshalb ich heute Abend nur in die Bar müsste. Die Jungs dürften ja schon im nächsten Ort sein. 

Den Weg zur Arbeit lief  ich heute. Bereits im 16:46 Uhr bestellte jemand etwas starkes und ich wusste sogar wer. „Hey Ryan. Let me guess, you are here because of yesterday. If you want to talk I'd recommend a Coke or something but I have enough of drunk people for a long period of time." Ryan lachte: „Actually I am here because some blond dude, maybe you know him, didn't let me sleep the entire night because he was like: „Will I meet her again" „What if she hates me now" „Was it to much?" „Maybe I should apologise" „How can I find her" and this the entire night. Ive been running outta there to tell you something you did to him." neugierig schaute ich ihn an: „What did I do? I've been running away." Ryan schüttelte den Kopf: „Since you've been there he didn't drink alcohol or did drugs. He is just sitting there talking about you. Mike is the one who has to listen it all the time so if you want either I bring him here or you to him. And this has to happen fast. My nerves aren't gonna do it for a long time if he won't stop." ich lachte. „If you want you can bring him here. Just text me. I won't give him something with alcohol. Let's look how long it works. Honestly I'm curious." wir grinsten, da wir so ziemlich ähnliche Bilder im Kopf hatten: „When he starts to act crazy and openhearted you know he is he and not alcohol." ich lachte erneut: „So he when he is „normal" he is like I am when I am with people I trust? Like a three years old kid?" Ryan nickte: „I'll be right back." er ging kurz vor die Tür und rief irgendwen an:

Ryan: „Hey Buddy, yeah I've found her...No she is not mad at you...No she isn't...she said you can come over... The bar...you've been here yesterday and half an hour ago you've told me how to get here...use Google maps...shall I pick you up?...she has to work...just come here...take the bus...ask Mike to bring you...know what? I'm gonna pick you up. It's like five minutes per foot so you should be able to walk this...I don't care that your head aches... my nerves ache from you...gonna be right there...til now." er kam kurz wieder rein: „I have to pick him up." ich lachte: „Okay, I'll stay right here." er machte sich schnell auf den Weg. Eine Kundin kam rein: „Hi, ein Vodka-Martini geschüttelt nicht gerührt bitte." ich lächelte sie freundlich an: „Kommt sofort." Ich nahm das Glas us dem Kühlschrank für Special Gläser und spießte die Olive auf, damit sie abtropfen konnte und machte den Rest fertig. Kaum hatte ich ihr den Drink vor die Nase gestellt begab sie sich in irgendeine Ecke der Bar. Die Tür öffnete sich und natürlich wusste ich wer da war. Noch stand ich mit dem Rücken zur Tür aber wer sollte sonst hier gerade antanzen. 

Ich machte zwei Colas fertig und richtete sie noch schnell schön her mit eiswürfeln, zuckerrand, Schirm hen und Strohhalm, sowie einem Minzblatt. 

„Hey." kam es von Chad. Machte er sich wirklich Gedanken wegen gestern? „Hi. I've prepared something for you two. I've tried out something new. It's without alcohol, instead it's Coke with Mint, Lemon, bitter almond flavor, chunky flavour salted caramel and a bit decoration. It's possible that it tastes like alcohol because of the bitter almond flavor but there is no alcohol in it." beide probierten es gleichzeitig. Eigentlich war ich nie so für alkoholfreie Alternativen, ganz oder garnicht mäßig aber das hatte einfach gut geschmeckt als ich es das erste mal gemacht hatte. „I Like it. The bitter almond flavour makes it tasting more like a cocktail but still it doesn't has this „one day I'll kill you" taste." Chad stimmte Ryan einfach nur zu. „Thanks. And now to the more important topic. What's the matter?" 

###Ryan POV###

Chad looked up from his drink and instantly catched himself staring in her deep blue eyes. I still don't know what he's been talking bout yesterday. She seems to be fine but still he worries about her more than he ever cared about a girl, except Kim but she was his first kiss. I know him since we've been going to school and this is a bit back in time and I've never seen him like this. Not even back in those days. 

„If you worry that I would hate you because you did grab my arm kinda rough and told me to tell you even though we don't even knew each other for more than 24 hours, no I don't. If I would hate you I wouldn't even use my braincells and try to speak English. I wouldn't even talk to you if I would hate you. Tada, we've met again and You don't have to apologise."