A little later we decide to go home, as we're very drunk and tired. It's really nice to walk outside. It's not cold, no wind, and you can see lots of stars.
"We're gonna walk?" Lee asks. We've taken the bus earlier, but there's no bus after 1 o'clock at night.
"How far is it?" Lee asks and almost falls on his face. He didn't see the end of the pavement because he was looking at me.
I start to laugh: "Not very far. We'll be home before you've fallen 3 times!"
"Let's see how many times y�u fall before we're home," he laughs at me.
"Falling 3 times and I'm home," I grin. Lee stops and puts his finger in the air.
"Poem!" he calls out. "You got a pen and paper?"
"Yeah, in my bag, but you'll have to write, I can't anymore, I'm way too drunk," I giggle and give him the pen and paper.
We start composing the poem together. We argue and laugh a lot about what should be in it. This is what we finally put together:
I slowly walk past all those houses and whistle softly
Hands in my pockets, summer night
Above us the stars and the moon
Only a couple of streets left to go
And everything's great, I think I'll go home now
And everything's great, falling 3 times, falling 3 times
Falling 3 times and I'm home
Falling 3 times and I'm home
And suddenly it pops into my mind
That only there life's good
But I wouldn't even know
What my own doorbell sounds like
Just falling 3 times and I'm home
I'm not unhappy, life's just sometimes meant to be like this
Happiness is growing inside, even if something's wrong
'And maybe that's the truth' I think to myself whistling
And maybe it's not, but it doesn't matter to me
'Cause falling 3 times and I'm home
Falling 3 times and I'm home
Falling 3 times and I'm home
About 20 minutes later we're home. I have a couch that you can change into a bed. Lee's looking at it thoughtful.
"How does it work?" he asks me. I've just put on my nightdress and now I'm brushing my teeth.
"Dou've gosh do phull on se sing phelow se couts and than phull se cushions up and sowards dou."
I spit out the toothpaste and go on: "And than I'll find you some sheets and a pillow."
Lee's looking at me confused. "What??"
"Or you can sleep in my bed," I say, as I'm too sleepy to go and find sheets for Lee.
"That's better!" he grins. He quickly brushes his teeth and lies down in bed next to me, wearing only his boxers. He's lying close to me, because it's a single bed.
"I'll kick you if you touch me," I say.
"Hmmm, okay," he mumbles and wraps his arms around me.
"Lee!" I warn him.
"Sorry babe," he grins cheekily and lets go off me. I turn off the lights.
"Sleep well, gorgeous," he whispers.
"Sweet dreams, sexy," I whisper back.
The next morning
I wake up with a dry mouth and a full bladder. Lee's still asleep so I quietly step out of bed.
"Don't tell me you've got to go to college," Lee groans.
"No, only from 1 to 3 o'clock," I say with a hoarse voice.
I quickly go to the loo. Than I pour two glasses of orange juice that we drink quickly.
"I was dried out," I smile. Lee nods in agreement.
"Don't you have to go to the toilet? I always do when I've drank beer," I ask.
"Yeah, I do, but I'm too lazy to leave the bed," he grins lazy.
"Get out! I'll keep the bed warm," I say and lie down under the blankets.
When he returns he lies down next to me and gives me a big hug. "Thanks."
"For what?" I smile.
"For inviting me here, going out with me and cheering me up," he smiles back at me.
"Don't thank me for that, that's what friends are for," I reply and give him another hug.
I must have fallen asleep, because when I wake up Lee's gone. I can hear him whistling taking a shower. I give big yawn and lazily stretch myself. Lee walks in to dress himself.
"Good morning beauty," he smiles happy.
"Beauty? I bet I look terrible," I say with a hoarse voice still.
"But you sound sexy," Lee grins.
"Terrible," I laugh.
"How do you feel?" he asks sweetly.
"I'm okay I guess, not as terrible as I expected," I smile.
"I'm gonna make you breakfast, stay here," he smiles back.
"Not English breakfast please, cause than I'm gonna vomit," I grin. I lie back in bed and turn on the tv.
When Lee returns I'm totally amazed.
"OMG! You made a real delicious breakfast!" I call out.
"Yeah, I know how to make a good Dutch breakfast," he says with a really really big smile. He puts it all down in front of me and sits down next to me.
"Just baked some breads, boiled an egg, made fresh orange juice, the tea that you like so much, some fresh fruit, toast, and of course sprinkles," he points at everything.
"Lee, you're the best!" I smile and give him a big hug and a kiss on his cheek.
"I know, I know," he grins.
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