— Alain? What the hell? - Cabin boy stood before a with flashlight.
So as their room are wall to wall, then guy has awakened from bitter girls and ran test, that is happening.
- Climate?.. - five seconds of silence.
- Really? God, who am I friends with? the boy sighed deeply, rubbed his fingers on the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, and the girl started to move bulging eyes left, then right, then abruptly stood up and started smiling like a retarded child.
— So you got up at three in the fucking morning to yell at the wall and then say 'CLIMATE'?"!
"What do you mean?" I didn't scream, cabin Boy.
— Oh, Yes, it was me who wanted to shout at the wall: 'it hurts!"I was actually scared. Why were you in pain? he walked over to the girl, put his hands on her shoulders, and leaned down to look into her eyes.
But I didn't scream, cabin boy, and said nothing — she looked at him slightly frightened eyes, did not realize: she heard someone called, but why did the young have heard completely different?
Allen ceased to torment himself with conjectures, when he found himself in the warm embrace of the other, and again felt a familiar scent of mint. The Teens decided to go to the kitchen and drink their favorite tea with mint and honey. They sat in silence, each thinking his own thoughts, but no one was going to voice their thoughts. After sitting so for another half hour friends decided to go to bed and agreed to Wake up tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon.
***
— I get up, the voice best friend sounded at the girl over the ear.
Yoon, back off. Let me sleep, — starting strongly to take his blanket out of the hands of a monster this morning, rolled over to the other side
- Quite brazen, I would've kept, a girl, and work who will?
— Which one of us has become a moron to work in the summer? - Alain all -??? embraced, to ask this question fellow.
- "Well, actually, you! So get off his lazy ass and went to work — she did not understand, but decided to listen to other and start to get dressed.
— "Are you going to wear that?" — the boy looked at her, not recognizing her friend, and began to get out of the closet pants in black and white stripes, white top, black leather jacket and hat and white sneakers firm Nike.
When friends left the house, I was in shock. The streets are absolutely not the same as in Peter: the trees are different colors and shapes, perfect roads. Even the air is completely different.
The building? Home? Locks, or what are they? Incredibly beautiful buildings from minimalism to conceptualism, and then to maximalism. A white convertible was waiting for them from the house they had left, making her mouth drop to the ground. While friends drove, kind of like a personal driver to the unknown girl's direction, the streets through which they passed, was fully endowed with attention Alain. She still rode with her mouth open: there were almost all kinder toys that she collected. Only in scale, of course.
Disney Princess tri bogatyrya, Winx?!
- Oh my God, real Winx! "no!" she cried. -And-and-and... marvel's hanged heroes?
Alain looked at her driver strangely asking a dumb question: "Why are they hanged?"
— "You said yourself that the most you could do with them was hang them."
Oh, yeah... Well, the girl turned away from the driver and then start looking at the streets, mentally asking billions of questions.
Thank you for attention!
To be continued...