Ouch...

Trina started bouncing on the bed again. It was so good to hear his voice again. Ever since he had left it felt like a constant stitch in her side, the fact that she didn’t know if she was ever going to see this strange guy she randomly met in a coffe café was achingly painful. Obviously she didn’t constantly think about him or she would be totally failing all of her classes, but he was always there. A small tick in her subconscious mind that refused to let her give all of her attention to one thing without drawing her back to another.

She thought about voicing a little bit of this feeling, but for once in her life she actually restrained herself. Partly because she was again distracted by Denmark and also because she had a feeling that coming on so strong would cause this amazing new thing to fade away. That scared her, for some reason. Her life had always been like a small box, everything fit into its perfect place, seemingly random as her life may seem, Trina worked very hard to keep order when there seemed to be chaos. Seb was jumbling everything up and somehow she liked that. Trina was suddenly desperately afraid. Her life was something she could control, something that was easily told what to do when, but she couldn’t do that to other people. She couldn’t force Seb into those perfectly shaped little boxes and that momentarily scared her.

Only for a moment though, the above reminisces were silenced and she resumed normality. “Denmark,” her voice was awed. “You have to take me with you next time you go.” An image of Seb and her in Denmark together was pleasing and she used it to shake off the last of her foreboding thoughts, delving back into the conversation. “Whats the story about that? Did your family originate from there? Oh, god, you don’t want to hear about me, but I’ll make you a deal, you tell me about you and I shall consider allowing you a peek into my life.”

she giggled.