"What the fuck were you doing?" Lee asks and also climbs back into the boat. I guess it looked really weird when Dunk lifted my foot out of the water.
"She has the cutest, smallest toes I've ever seen," Dunk laughs.
"Let me see that," Lee says and tries to grab my foot.
"Hey," I call out and jump at his back. He didn't expect that so he falls down. I sit on his chest, I pinned him to the floor so he can't move.
"Ask permission to see my toes. Don't just grab my foot," I say to him with an angry look on my face. He starts to laugh, I can't hold my laughter either.
"Say you're sorry," I say to him.
"No."
I start tickling him. "Say you're sorry."
"No," he laughs.
"Say it."
"Stop it."
I shake my head and tickle him harder.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he laughs. I stop and get off him. I lie down on a towel next to Dunk.
"Are they getting warm again?" he asks and rubs my foot. I nod. In the sun my feet warm really fast.
"Here, look at this," Dunk says to the guys and holds up my foot.
"Are they real?" Simon asks and squeezes a toe.
"Hey!" I call out.
"No, I think they're from a doll," Ant jokes and also squeezes a toe.
"Tschh," I say indignant.
"You said that I was the baby here, didn't you? Well, you are: you have real baby-toes," Lee grins and grabs my foot. He squeezes one toe.
"Ouch," I say. He squeezes another toe.
"Hey!" I call out. He squeezes another.
"Stop it."
"Hey, they all have a different noise," he grins.
"Well, I guess you also make a different noise when I kick you with those baby-toes," I threaten. "Now let go off my foot. I know it looks cute, but it can kick very hard." He grins and leaves.
"Thanks a lot. Now they all think I'm cute," I say to Duncan.
"But you �re cute," he grins.
"Yeah right."
"So, I see you've made up with Lee?" he changes the subject.
"Totally," I nod.
"That's good."
"You're not going to read again, are you? I should have given you that book just before I go home again," I sigh.
"Oh. I won't read it you don't want that. What do you want me to do? Entertain you?" he grins.
"Yeah, entertain me," I grin back. He gives me a deep kiss.
"That's no entertainment," Lee comments.
"It isn't? you seem to think it's interesting," I reply him.
Dunk starts to laugh: "Okay, Iris and Lee are back."
"Ha-ha," Lee laughs and leaves again.
"He seems more relaxed than before," Dunk says to me.
"Yeah. I had a good conversation with him," I nod.
Lee returns with two guitars and gives one to Dunk. We go and sit in the shadow. Lee and Dunk start to play some songs, they all sing together. This is really fun. They sing lots of different songs, and they experiment with high and low voices.
Lee and Dunk start composing a new song. It's really relaxing to listen to them. It's nice weather, we're all in a good mood now. I'm with the guy I love, and some good friends. No jealous girls around Dunk, and I'm s� in love with him.
Suddenly I get some inspiration to write. Maybe I can write a song. You must know, I'm not just a pharmacy-student who can only study exact science and think like a scientist. I'm also a writer, I've written a very long love story before. I remember the first story I ever wrote. I was 14 or 15, it was a project for school. I don't exactly remember what we had to write about, but I wrote a story about a little vampire. My teacher thought it was pretty funny, he didn't expect something like that from me. I was also pretty good at writing articles at high school. And when I was in love, I used to write poems. And less than two years ago I started to write the big love story. But I've never written a song before. I'm going to give it a go, I decide to myself.
I quickly stand up and get me some paper and a pen. I sit down apart from the others and concentrate hard. Some sentences pop into my mind and I write them down. It's very hard to make a poem in a language that isn't your native language. And I want to do it completely right, so I have to think hard to find the right words.
"What are you doing?" Dunk calls at me. I put my hand in the air to stop him talking and close my eyes. I almost had the right word.
"You look like you're shitting your pants," Lee laughs. I put up my middle finger at him, without looking at him, because I'm afraid I'll lose my concentration.
"She's doing something you've never done before: thinking hard," Dunk laughs. Shit, now I have to smile. I put my fingers in my ears not to hear the.
After about half an hour I have a poem or song, or whatever, that rhymes. I think it's quite funny. I take my paper and go back to the guys, grinning broadly.
"What did you write?" Dunk asks curious.
"My first poem or song, or whatever, in English. And it also rhymes," I say very proud.
"Read it aloud," Ant says.
"Okay, but promise me not to laugh when you think it's stupid. I've never written anything like this before," I say. They all nod, except for Lee.
"I know you're going to laugh anyway," I frown at him, "just don't laugh too hard."
"Ooh, why do you think that?" he asks in a high voice.
"I know you," I grin. "Okay, listen."
Twenty-two years of age
Since a week or four
I'm in love with a guy
Since a week or four
Oh it makes me feel so high
I almost forgot how it feels like to be in love, but now I fall
I open my eyes and see
Everything around me in pink
Time has stood still for me
I've been alone too long I think
How could I have known, my world was so small
It's some kind of strange
Twenty-two years of age
I get all shaky inside
The minute I lose him out of sight
Oh yeah, he is, he is mine
All those girls trying their luck
Waiting for him in a line
Oh I really don't give a fuck
Because I know he's mine
Love oh love where have you been all that time? Now I finally see
I instantly take for right
Everything he says
And my critical sight
Has been missing for days
I don't care at all, as long as he makes love to me
It's some kind of strange
Twenty-two years of age
I get all shaky inside
The minute I lose him out of sight
Oh yeah, he is, he is mine
Oh yeah, he is, he is mine
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