The car comes to a sudden halt and I am smashed against the front seat.

"Connor, you are dead meat now!" I scream.
Apollo looks worried. Poor guy cannot understand us. Even better!

"Shut up, Mil-aya. It is weekend and you are acting as if it is Monday morning. Pull yourself together."

"What is happening?" Apollo asks with furrowed brows. Connor and I exchange a glance.

"None of your business." Connor says in German and I have to pinch him hard so he shuts up.

"Nothing. Let's go."

Apollo is following me. Something is confusing though.

"How come you are able to speak English?" I ask him when I close the door.
His eyes grow big momentarily.

"I don't know." Ugh.

"If you are from an English speaking country, then it will make things easier for Connor and I. Even for the Police. Do you speak any other languages other than English?"

"I don't think so. I just remember that I speak English. Sorry."

I understand. It must be hard for him to remember his past. I feel bad for him...

"Open the door!" Connor yells.

What the fuck is Connor doing behind my door?

I open the door. He is about to explode.
"You fucking shut the door without letting me in!" He hisses. His face is red and I cannot look at him any longer because my neck will hurt.
"I thought you came in." I shrug my shoulders.
"Thank you for reminding me." He says sarcastically.

Apollo stands up.
"We were talking about his language. He speaks English. He must be from an English speaking country, probably."
Connor falls on sofa with his face. His legs are dangling.
"So what? Should we send his picture to every English colony police station?"
"Country." I correct him. He chuckles. I chuckle too. We understand our jokes.

Oh, Apollo is still there.

"Come here." I say.
He sits beside me and Connor is glaring.

"Where should we begin with?" Apollo asks finally, red from shame and nervous by Connor's eyes.

"Let's begin with the... it doesn't make sense at all." Connor yawns.
"We can simply call the German Police Station and ask them to contact the countries. I am too lazy to call half of the world. I don't have that much credit card and I believe they don't use whatsapp."

Apollo's lips are moving but I cannot hear him. Maybe he is having an inner dialogue.

"Ok. For the first time in a week you are right." I say.

"What should we do now?" I ask. Apollo is new to the city, apparently.

"Let's show him the city." I say and Connor growls for the tenth time. We both look at Apollo.

"Museum." I smirk.

...

We are not in a museum now. We took the long way. Now we are strolling in Alexanderplatz. I am wearing my black Nirvana shirt with skinny black pants. In 30°C.
Connor is wearing a khaki short, showing off his God damn muscular legs, with a vest shirt.
And Apollo... he is looking pretty in a white T-shirt with a cream colour short.
I am wearing my sun glasses too, which makes my resting bitch face more intense.
I notice how people take a second look at us. I am surrounded by two handsome guys, mainwhile I am not even good looking. It is like having a sour candy between two sweet gummy bears.

"This is the most visited part of the city." Connor says. He points at the tower and tells about the history behind it. He points at the church behind the markets. He talks about the World clock.
He shows him everything.

Apollo stands close to my side. As close as I feel uncomfortable. I gently push him. He looks down in my eyes. I don't know why but suddenly I just want to sit down on the path, pull out a rug and lie there under the sun, and talk to him... ask him.

Ask him why he is so mysterious and yet not so.

Ask him why he is so clueless about his surroundings, because nearly every girl around us takes a moment to giggle or smile when they see him. I can hear them. I can feel their eyes. And yet, all I want is the exact same thing from him. I suddenly want to know him, although he is just... lost. We aren't even friends. And all of these things happens because I am lost into his eyes. His deep, deep eyes.

"Wow, yall have a moment without me!" Connor throws a hand on my shoulder and tries to joke, but his voice is God damn bubbly. He tries, but fails to control his true form of emotion by hiding it.

Apollo looks back at me and I look at his hair line. His pale, golden hair.

"Let's go somewhere else." I poke Connor in the stomach with my finger. He jumps aside and we are walking again. And I never look into his eyes... ever again.

The slight movement of his iris has made me think about my deepest urges and God knows what will happen if I actually let him speak and look at me with the same intense eyes at the same time.

And I don't know why.

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