Back from the hospital.

Mimmi unlocked the door and went inside. She put the keys at the kitchen table and opened the fridge. Beer, beer, beer.. She thought and looked for it. Right there. She took one, opened it and tock a sip. Then she went to sit down in the sofa and turned the TV on. MTV. Perfect. This could make her forget things for a while, she hoped that Jonathan should be in a better mood when he came up. Maybe even in a good mood.

Time passed on. Mimmi finished her beer. And since she was so tiny she was kind of easily affected. And she was tired, so falling asleep there in front of the TV was no problem. Before she fell asleep she wondered why jonathan didn't come home. But she soon realized that he probably just need to be alone for a while, probably out driving his car, and she couldn't do anything anyway. So she simply relaxed and hoped it would do him good. That's when she fell asleep.

a couple of hours later he came back exhaused and saw Mimmi sleeping on the couch, he had calmed down, he wasn't so angry anymore, he sat down in the kitchen and lighted a joint, it felt goood

Mimmi kind of woke up when he closed the door but stayed in place until she smelled smoke. She sat and went to the kitchen. "Hey Sexy" She said with a tired voice. "Oh my God.. Haven't you got some for me? Please?" She went behind him and hugged him, where he sat. Maybe more like leaned over his shoulders. And ofc she kissed his cheek and gave him a sad gaze.

he didn't really wanna give her one of the joints, so he tried to pick up a regular cigarette pack and give it to her. he didn't say anything, he wasn't angry more like depressed

"Why?" she sat down by his side and put down the pack of cigarettes on the table again. She was kind of strange she couldn't take him driving the car to fast, but she had no problems with him doing drugs, probably cause she wanted it her self and she couldn't blame him for something she did as well.

he scratched himself in the back of his head, "why what?" he said in an attempt to avoide the subject

"You get to be smoke joint but I don't?"

"because it is not good for you" he said automatically. he meant it even though he didn't think about what he said.

"Not good for me? like anything I do is good for me? Besides what do you care?"

"what do i care?!" he shouted out. "if i wouldn't care, would i still be with you after you slept with my best mate and tell you i love you after wards? you really think so?! "

She stayed silent. She simply rose from the table and went to the living room. She laid down in the sofa and simply stared at nothing.

he sighed and slowly got up of his chair and followed her into the living room, he leaned against the wall, were she could see him and waited for her to say something

"Leave me alone Jonathan. You've made up your mind so what can I do? You will always be the one to set everything, cause I don't stand a chance." This was just one of her games, one of her ways to have control, or to get control over someone she actually had no control over. She wanted the joint, she wanted to forget just like he could. And she was not going into a discussion about Zata again.

this time it was his turn to stay silent, he didn't know what to say so he just kept leaning towards the wall and smoking his joint

just like she thought, she kept quiet as well. waiting for him to change his mind. She honestly didn't care if he smoked weed, but she cared even less for her self. She just couldn't believe that he cared. He was the one to let her have it the first time she ever did, sure he was kind of high him self at that moment, but still what's the difference?

fuck he knew that she would get her way eventualy, but he wasn't going to give in, he left the room and went into his gym turned on some nightwish and started to work out, wondering when or if she would come in there and keep bugging her for a joint

And so she did it was her turn to lean against the wall this time. "You don't care do you? If you did you'd give it to me, you know I feel bad.. You know I wanna forget just like you.."

he knew he was loosing this fight, he knew she would win so increased the speed on the treadmill and tried to ignore her. He was a stubborn bastard

"For fuck sake.. Jonathan you kow I won't give up.. besides what's the difference? You could give before when I felt bad, why do I have to suffer now?" Her voice was humbeled, but she wasn't. Not at the inside

he hated her at the moment and it was showing, he stoped the treadmill and turned of the music h turned towards her "fine. in my left jackpocket"

"Thank you sweety, you can't imagine how much I love you." To tell him that she loved him was easier and easier, soon she would probably not even need to mean it.But this time she did at least. She knew he was kind of mad at her. But she didn't really care. It will pass. She thought as she gave him a peck on the cheek like she use to. Then she went to the hall and checked his pockets. And he was right. In the left one. Then she sat down in the sofa again and lighted it. Had her first blow, this was something she loved. She waited for him to come check on her, as he usually did. Looked after her when she was doing stupid things like this.

He started the music again, turned the volume up even higher then last time, he was furious so he started running on the treadmill again to get rid of some of it

Oh God damn it what a good feeling... she simply sat there in the sofa, with no need for anything..

Fuck it, is this the way it is supposed to be? damn... he kept running. Over the hills and far away was pumping out of the stereo