forum "The Resistance? Sounds like a bad-ass name." (4/4)(Closed!)

Started April 08, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I'm fucking trying!" She defended.

All he did was laugh. Then, ding, there was another notification on his phone.

"Who is it?" She asked, sitting up a bit more to try to see.

"Got a video shared to me." He chuckled as he read the title."'Joan and Bambi's Arguments.'"

"Oh boy, what dirt did they dig up?" She asked, laughing.

He watched it for a moment, then smiled. "Here," he said, handing her his phone. It was a compilation of all of their onstage arguments, but with translations at the bottom whenever someone spoke in German. They always spoke into the microphones during these, because the crowd loved it. One scene, it was between songs and they sat on stools next to each other, trading insults in German. "Sie Arschloch," Joan had spat at him, and Luka responded with, "Danke, mein wunderschönes Schlagzeugerin." The subtitles read, "Thank you, my beautiful drummer," colored in a light blue to signify it was Luka. The next one was a similar scenario while their work screw set up the instruments and electronics.
""Du hast das Gesicht eines Hundes," Joan had said, pushing him playfully as she spoke.
"Du hast das Gesicht eines Engels," he responded. The subtitles read, "You have the face of an angel."
The video went on for 15 minutes, but there was one phrase that he repeated: "Mein Schöner Schlagzeuger," or, "My beautiful drummer."
Luka waited a few moments after the video ended before taking his phone back. "Told you you needed to get better," he said softly, pocketing his device.

She sat silently, having absolutely no clue how to respond. "Wait-"

Adagio was quiet but then her phone rung. "Hello?" She answers quietly. "Adagio." She winced when her father's voice comes through the speaker. "You're late." She seemed to shrink into her coat. "I know… I'm sorry…" The phone was quiet. "Extra payment tomorrow. Don't be late." with that, the call ended. Her body began to shake before she takes a deep breath. She walks towards Joan's house. She needed her friends. It would be okay with her friends. But then she hesitated. She knee the two liked each other. She shouldn't intrude. She couldn't go home. The library… She could go there. Yeah. That would be okay.

He tilted his head. "What?"

She snapped up. "You've been flirting with me?"

He nodded sheepishly. "Badly, but yeah."

She blinked, still not exactly processing it. "Why the fuck?"

"Well, I never had the balls to tell you these things straight up, so I said them in German." His grin faltered from her reaction.
This was a bad idea.

"Technically, you did say it straight up, and I called you an asshole." She pointed out. "You fucking dork." She smiled, shaking her head affectionately.

He scratched the back of his head, looking down at his feet.

She leaned up, pressing a quick peck to his cheek. "You really need to get your shit together, Bambi."

He blushed heavily. "A-apparently so." He couldn't meet her eyes.

She moved to sit next him. "You know, Liebling, you could've just said something earlier. In English." She said, smirking. Ha! Pretty sure I pronounced that right!

"Two nicknames in one day?" He asked, smiling with her. "And, like I said, I didn't have the balls."

She rested her head on his shoulder. "Dork."

"What?" he asked. "You're intimidating."

"I'm not that bad!" She said, placing a hand on her chest in mock offense.

"I say the wrong thing," he said, snaking an arm over her shoulder, "And you can bash my skull in without even trying."
He was obviously joking.

"But would I?" She asked, mocking him from earlier.