Injured - Kris Guštin

CHAPTER 8

Hi!

This is a very long chapter! i considered spliting it, but that would have made no sense, so I kept it as long as it was originally. 

Aslo, there's a lot of music video in this, if you can, please listen to it! It can be quite long, but I really think it's a good investment!

Love <3

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I woke up with a start, feeling a breath near me. I was held tightly, and then, remembered last night. I soothed him until he fell asleep, but I couldn't get away from his arms (he was stronger than I previously thought). I ended up falling asleep here, as I couldn't go anywhere.

I succeeded getting out, finally. I went to the kitchen. I wanted crêpes. So I did crêpes.

I was cooking them on the frying pans when someone joined me.

"Oh, hello Jan! Slept well?" I greeted.

"Like a babe" he smiled. "What are you doing?"

"Crêpes. I really wanted some this morning, so I made many to share," I smiled.

"That smells good." He sat at the table, pouring some coffee. While my crêpes were frying, I played air-violin (I know this makes you look stupid), trying to remember every notes.

"Is this concerto that hard?" Asked Jan. I turned to him again.

"Actually, no, that's not one of the most complicated I've ever done. The problem is that we have a very bad band director," he giggled. "And so the whole orchestra look at me instead of the director, so I've got to make sure to count the tempo and make sign to everyone while playing."

"How much you're paid to do that?"

"Not enough for sure!" I giggled.

We were soon joined by Nace, Jure and Bojan (that surprised me, as they told me that they were not early birds) just when I finished my crêpes, so I served it on the table.

"Hi," I said when Kris entered, a bit later. I regret it now, because I felt my cheeks burning, remembering this morning, when I woke up in his arms. He softly smiled to me. I swear his smile is too cute to be real.

Jan started to speak in Slovenian I guess, I could not understand it. I was trying to understand, at least with their facial expression. I guessed that Jan was asking a weird question to Kris, cause he giggled and sent him a weird look. He replied quite harshly, at least in the tone.

"Oooohhhhh" cheered the boys, though I could see Kris was annoyed.

"Just shut up," He said in English, eating a crêpe.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

"You'll understand when you'll be older," said Bojan, patting me on the shoulder.

"Meh" I groaned with a sulky pout.

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We spent all this day training, and for me learning Slovenian pronunciation with Kris. He was a good teacher, I must admit.

It was now the 21st of June, the Music Fest. I was getting ready in my room. My hair was not in the mood today, I was battling to get it right. But, finally, it all came together, and I think it was quite good. I put all my makeup in a small bag and put it with my rock outfit. I'll need to change in between concerts.

I got out of my room, my violin on my shoulders, ready to go.

"You're beautiful" I heard behind me. I turned to see who was talking, even though I recognized his voice.