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Okay looking back, this was a stupid idea. A really stupid idea. And Kjell knows better. Well usually that is, because now he is in fact standing somewhere in a forest near Dortmund and he definitely can't drive himself home anymore.
At least he made sure his phone was fully charged before he left home and that he packed his Powerbank. He could probably just call his parents and they'd pick him up albeit probably a bit disgruntled by their son waking them up at an ungodly hour when there is work tomorrow.
He doesn't have to work tomorrow. The season ended a few days ago, and it's summer break now. So he's off doing whatever – going to a sketchy underground rave in a forest with his friends apparently – while his parents have to work and the still earns more than double as they do. Combined.
Luckily it isn't that cold anymore at the end of May in Germany, so he isn't shivering too bad, but the cold is starting to creep into his bones. He would love nothing more than to roll up into a nice blanket and sleep away the dizziness. Though that probably just means he's going to wake up with a hell of a headache.
He doesn't drink during the season and stupidly thinks his tolerance is still there at the end every time.
He made that bed, so now he must lie in it.
Oh yeah, a bed.
He considers calling Joel, but if someone deserves a vacation, it's probably him, as he'll have a lot on his plate again soon with the new arrivals.
He texts Serhou.
Can you come pick me up?
😂😂😂
Please
Kjell in what kind of trouble did you get🤨
My friends dragged me out to this party and I really can't drive myself home anymore
Send me your location
Kjell sighs in relief. He knows he made the right choice. Even though he'd probably get a stern talking to in the morning, Serhou has grown very fond of him over the season and probably doesn't mind a whole lot. He's up late usually anyways, so that part really isn't the problem.
The path is a little muddy and Kjell just knows, that Serhou will moan about just having gotten his car cleaned, but Kjell will gladly pay for another run and it's all in good fun anyways.
Looking at Google Maps, Kjell is starting to walk towards where Serhou will be coming from to get him, escaping the deep and utter darkness of the forest and as he keeps walking and the trees clear up, he can make out some stars in the night sky.
And the lights of Dortmund, not as bright as some other cities he's seen, sleepless nights in hotels in Cologne, Munich, lately London, but still there and yeah and his.
His lights, his city, his club. His home. He's scared of having to leave. He'll probably have to at some point, maybe on loan, maybe permanently. He doesn't want to think about it.
He sits down against a tree, looking out on the field that follows the forest towards the city.
After a while, a black Audi pulls up, that Kjell recognises from parking next to it everyday. The window rolls down and the sound of music hits Kjell's ear again for the first time since he left the party.
"You good?", Serhou asks seeing the younger man cowering against the tree, but Kjell just nods and gets up, only swaying slightly.
"Get in then, I want to go back to bed", Serhou laughs and Kjell smirks as he answers: "As if you were there to begin with and not playing some video game no one has heard of in the last ten years!"
Serhou gasps in fake outrage: "The audacity. You can walk home if you prefer?"
"No no", Kjell laughs. "I'll shut up."
Serhou shakes his head, as he begins to turn the car around and drive them back to the city. "I'll let you crash at mine tonight, lucky for you I have the guestroom ready, otherwise you'd have to crash on the couch."
Kjell suddenly notices just how tired he really is. The soft rocking of the car and the so comfortable seats lull him to sleep quickly.
He feels the alcohol and how it makes his eyelids heavy and he feels himself drift off faster and faster. Under his breath he sings a little melody. It's quiet, but Serhou hears it.
"Nananana na na na na naaaa Serhou Guirassy, Guirassy, Serhou Guirassy."
He hears the older man chuckle, and then he's gone.
He gets woken up far too soon for his liking, blinking up at Serhou confused you just says: "I'm not carrying you inside mate." And right, that catches Kjell's brain up to speed.
Never again will he drink that much Tequila in one sitting.
He stumbles out of the car, but then takes off and sets down his shoes so neatly, that Serhou wouldn't have thought that he was drunk at all. Kjell lets himself be guided into the kitchen, where he sits down and dutifully eats whatever Serhou sets down before him.
He can vaguely make out bacon, but it tastes different than he's used to, probably because it isn't pork, but it is fatty and just what he knows he needs against the coming hangover.
Serhou shows him the way up and where he can find everything that he might need, but honestly? All he wants to do is fall into bed and sleep until he hangover will inevitably chase him down.
He wakes late the next morning, head pounding as expected. On the bed side table, he finds much needed Aspirin, branded and he chuckles at the thought that they are technically supporting an opposing team with that and quickly downs it with the glass of water next to it.
For someone that doesn't drink, Serhou certainly knows what is needed after a party like that.
He stagers down into the living room, squinting at the huge amount of sun light falling into the room through the big glass sliding doors and finds Serhou sitting there on the couch.
"Thanks for picking me up", he says, after they exchanged their good mornings and Serhou pushed a big mug of coffee in his direction.
"Always Kjell. But don't make a habit of it", the older man answers and messes up Kjell's hair with one of his hands.
"I won't, it was stupid anyways. My friends, they wanted to go so bad and we rarely get to do anything", he trails off.
"I get it you are young. We all were young once."
Serhou's smile turns into a smirk.
"But that video of you half asleep in the car singing my name will be used as blackmail, be sure of that."
Kjell groans. Yeah he deserves that.
At the end of the day, he's just happy to have someone like Serhou in his life.
"And now sit down so I can beat your ass in FIFA again."
"You wish old man!"