Erik Jorgenson.'s Story

"Erik! Erik, get up!" A little girl insisted while shaking the burrito of bed-sheets and a lazy teenager. Everything that came out of the bed sheets was a grunt. "Come on Erik! You promised you'd take me to the mall!" the girl kept insisting, now practically jumping up and down on the poor viking-burrito "five more minutes Clara" Erik mumbled and turned over, tripping Clara in the process. "Come on! Get up! get up!" Erik heard Clara run out of the room, thinking he had won this battle Erik smiled and went back to sleep only to be awoken a few seconds later by a glass of ice cold water in the face. "What the heck Clara!?"Erik shouted and jolted out of the bed, looking down at the girl who stood there with a look of success on her face before she ran out of the room and closed the door behind her. "I'm going to kill that brat someday" Erik mumbled to himself before quickly throwing on a red button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of brown jeans.

Down in the hallway Erik met mrs.Smith, the mother in his host family, on her way out of the door. "Good morning Mrs. Smith" he said as she hurried out of the door. Erik wasn't 100% sure on what exactly she did for a living, but it certainly caused her allot of stress. "Morning Erik, be careful with Clara today!" she shouted back at him as the door closed. So far Erik had a great relationship with the Smiths, after just a couple of weeks they trusted him enough to let him watch their youngest daughter at the mall. Of course they still thought he was a Christian, which was the first thing he had lied about in America. Anyway, the 10 year old girl was siting at the dinner table, happily munching on a slice of loaf with some sort of jelly on it. "So what are we getting today?" Erik asked as he sat down with Clara. "Just some schoolstuff. A new backpack, and some pencils, and pens, and a ruler, and...uhm... an ice cream!" she stated. Erik, not wanting to argue just nodded, besides he wasn't the one paying. "Whenever your ready" he said when as soon as they had both eaten their breakfast.

An hour later they were walking around in a shop that had exactly the things they were searching for. Unfortunately Clara couldn't decide on which one she wanted, so while she tried to decide, Erik sent a text to a some guy who allegedly was holding a party for the school tonight.

Erik had never been to a party this big before, it seriously looked to be around 100 people, probably even more . Of course he had been to a few huge parties back home, but they were usually held in someones barn and there was hardly ever more then 30-40 people there. As he looked at the people walking in to the house, Erik felt sort of under dressed. Today's outfit was something as simple as a pair of blue jeans and a shirt plaid with allot of different shades of green. Not that he really cared much about how he looked, but making a good first impression was important! He did hope that the bottle of Aquavit stolen from his father's cabinet would help a little.

"Hey, you know who of these fuckers the host is?"Erik asked a couple of girls dressed in tight, short, green dresses who were hanging by the door. Unfortunately the girls just looked at him like he was some sort of dumb alien or something. Some unflattering words in Norwegian left Erik's mouth before he gave up and moved on to the next group of people, same result there. "Well, fuck this" He thought to himself and gave up on trying to find the host, the bartender could probably give the bottle to Isaiah sooner or later. With that though in his head Erik started to make his way towards the bar it wasn't really hard considering the natives being polite enough to move out of his way. He was halfway to the bar when the DJ decided to play Erik's at the moment least favorite song. Not that the song itself was so godforsaken bad, but Norwegian radio had played it over and over and over and over this entire summer and Erik was so freaking tired of it. It didn't really matter, Erik wasn't exactly high enough on the social ladder to decide which music the DJ could play.

It wasn't hard to get the bartenders attention as Erik was easily standing a couple inches taller than anyone else around the bar at that moment, but just as he was about to order a couple of drop-dead gorgeous woman was judged more interesting by the bartender and Erik had to wait a little while and look while the bartender made a fool out of himself trying to hit on them. "Nice moves bro. You'll have to teach me someday" Erik said jokingly, only to receive a mean look form him "Very funny, what will it be?" Placing the bottle of aquavit on the bar Erik said "Two things. One, make sure the host gets this very fine liquor, two, make sure I get a glass of your finest whisky. Preferably on the rocks" The bartender gave him another mean look before he took the bottle and placed it under the bar before taking out a bottle of bushmills 10-year-old and pouring it into a glass with some ice. "School year hasn't started yet so technically I'm not breaking contractErik thought to himself as he grabbed the glass and took a sip,"Quite delightful" he exclaimed with his best fake high-class British accent, unfortunately the bartender had already moved on and missed out on the best joke of this century. Not knowing anyone Erik just remained standing with his back against the bar and looked at the flow of people on the dance floor.

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"Gods damn I love America!"Erik exclaimed as a group of women way out of everyone's league started dancing seductively, based on how in sync they were Erik guessed they had to be the schools dance team or something. Maybe the school cheerleading squad was more likely. Anyway, Erik finished his drink as he watched in awe at the american goddesses' sensual dance. Unfortunately it was over all too soon and the girls spread up again. One of them seemed to be thirsty though as she headed for the bar. Erik could have sworn he saw the chick look at him before she walked over, but that was probably just wishful thinking, she was way out of his league.


"Now, I'd like to say that I at least know the faces of everyone who goes to my school, and I know for a fact that I've never seen yours. You new or something?" Erik froze for a short moment as the goddess spoke to him before he regained his 'cool'. "Okay Erik, don't fuck up now" He taught to himself before he replied "Yeah, good guess. Names Erik, from the icy parts of cold north Europe Erik said and offered her a handshake, "But of course, you can call me pretty much whatever you like, gorgeous" he finished with a little laugh, making a so bad attempt at flirting that it was almost ironic. He finished his drink while looking at the girl.

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Linnaea couldn't help but laugh when Chad suggested a bet. "Sure, I'm game." She laughed, having to look down at her feet to avoid bursting into fits of giggles. "Give it five minutes after the Devil Girls and Ric show up, and all hell will break loose somewhere. So... Sometime soon." She shrugged. She hurried around the bar and got herself a Bacardi Breezer - she'd start with something 'light'. "Let's get this party started."

Soon enough, the lights were down and the beat of the music was beating in time with her heartbeat. Consumed by the alcohol in her bloodstream, Naea decided it was time to seek out her friends, with Chad. The crowds had gathered, and as everyone had predicted, Isaiah's end party was a huge hit. It always was. As she stood on her tiptoes to try and find somebody familiar, she pulled up the strap to cover the spaghetti strap of her red bikini. She knew she'd have to show it somehow to let people know she wasn't open to that, but for now she'd pretend she hadn't noticed it wasn't on show. She swallowed the anxious lump in her throat and soon spotted the gorgeous heads of hair that were Aaliyah, Jasmine and Isaiah. She grinned and turned to Chad quickly.

"Iz sure knows how to throw a party." She smiled at them him, before adding, "Do you want to see if we can find someone, or just stick together?" She cringed inwardly, but disguised it with a sheepish looking smile. Naea finally noticed the new girl that Jasmine had introduced the group to, and watched from a distance. The group soon split up, and Jasmine and the other girl headed to the dance floor while Aaliyah headed off in a different direction. She soon lost Isaiah in the crowd. She sipped at her Breezer once again, shaking her head. "I forgot how awesome parties are." She laughed out loud in her own awkwardness - her social anxiety was showing, making the situation even worse for herself. She calmed herself down by reminding herself that she was only talking to Chad, sighing heavily before sipping again at the drink.

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Florian had left the mall before Angelina, adorned in a green swimming trunk and a black tank top. Skateboard tucked underneath his arm, he had headed to the party, aiming to get pretty drunk and hit on a lot of girls. Who cared about the consequences? There were already thousands at home, not that he'd ever get them. His mother was drunk half the time anyway - who knows what sort of bad impressions it had left on the boy?

Florian laughed out loud when he pictured the conversation between him and the police, assuming he was caught. The guy knew all the back passages and alleyways around here. He just picked up his skateboard and headed inside, where the beat was vibrating through the floor even several metres away from the beatboxes. He soon headed inside and headed straight to the bar, where he spotted the bitch Sienna and a guy flirting with her. He rolled his eyes but headed over anyway.

"You guys wanna do shots?" He yelled over the bass of the music. The guy looked reasonable enough, but Sienna... He didn't know how she'd react. She did look pretty hot, though, even Flo could admit that. He quickly ordered three vodka shots, resolving to drink them himself if they didn't want them, before yelling, "Of course, if you wanna get down and dirty I'm up for that too." He downed his own shot hurriedly, before winking in a very sarcastic fashion of his own. He knew he was acting like a jerk, Florian always did, especially to bitches, Royal or not. And seeing as she threw his skateboard down the hall and almost snapped the thing, causing him to slave for hours over the thing to fix it, he'd try and annoy her, although not take it too far. He didn't want a physical fight today.

Erik laughed at her joke, if it was because it was actually funny or just because she had an amazing body was irrelevant. He was going to reply with some sort of witty comment, unfortunately he couldn't think of one so he just kept himself silent until Sienna asked him about why he was here. "A bunch of things, got tired of home, wanted an adventure and such. You know, the normal reasons for running away" Erik said in a horrible attempt to sound witty. "Well, and of course the girls we got are mostly horrible. For example, what I would have considered a 9 back home is at best a 5 compared to you" He continued with a wink and an attempt at a seductive smile. Which he totally didn't nail "So you have to excuse my lack of 'game'... I'm usually way more charming" Erik added with a little laugh as he watched her suck on a piece of pineapple.

He was just about to comment on her clothes, as Erik couldn't figure out if she was free or taken, when some tall emo dude suddenly invited them to do shots. "yeah, sure" Erik said with a smile and grabbed the shot of vodka, quickly downing it and placing it upside down on the table again. "Jesus christ, is this what passes for vodka here? he commented "Seriously, this is what we drink from the bottle back home." It wasn't 100% true, the vodka wasn't that bad, but shots usually were stronger in Norway. "Now, who the hell are you?"

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Charlie knew she had reached the party before she had reached the street it was being held on. Between the blaring music and the onslaught of teenagers, how could anyone miss it? Not to mention the colors red, green, and yellow acted as highway flaggers directing traffic. She may not have wanted to go, but after walking around for hours she was absolutely not going to back out. The walk might have been about an hour or two, depending on the speed of the individual. As she was on her travels, Charlie window shopped and stopped for a bite to eat. She knew never to drink having not eaten. She learned this the hard way, as well as from her band mates. That wasn't a pleasant night for her, and neither was the morning after.

As she made her way to the bar, Charlie squeezed past familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. The trip was a short one from the entrance, but with all the either horny or sweaty teenagers, it took her several minutes. As she glanced around, she wondered how long ago some of the students had arrived. For Charlie, she arrived just as a group of girls dispersed from a synchronized dance. The ending was good, she had to admit. She wasn't necessarily into the music playing, but it served its purpose and she wasn't about to complain. When she reached the bar, she leaned over the counter and waited for the bartender to come to her. As she waited she saw Florian and Sienna talking with an unknown male. He must be new, she thought to herself. Life as a Loner in school had its perks. Observation was her best friend where people were not. Charlie knew many faces, disputes, and secrets swirling around from sitting in the background. It was quite humorous how people in cliques acted towards each other despite their real feelings. "What will it be?" the bartender asked as his eyes locked on Charlie's. "Bullfrog cocktail, please." The name of the drink may not have been appealing, but the color and taste certainly were. The bartender nodded and before she knew it, her drink was done. The drink was refreshing and just what the girl needed. Charlie had never been a big fan of fruity drinks; beer had always hit the spot for her. It was a nice change of pace though, especially today.

The blue liquid slid down her throat smoothly as she practically chugged the beverage. She was never into leisurely drinking. If she drank, she chugged. That was just the way it was. As she neared the bottom of her glass, she overheard the conversation of the three nearby. Sienna had just ditched Florian and invited a foreigner to dance with her, despite his lame pick up attempts. Charlie didn't blame Sienna for ditching Florian. He had a tendency to be rude and overbearing, and she had experienced this from previous encounters the two had had, whether they be in school or not. She wouldn't call him a friend--not at all--but perhaps an acquaintance.

When Charlie completely polished off her drink, she ordered two shots and took them over to her classmate. She silently set them down in front of the individual and lifted her shot up slightly, motioning for Florian to pick up his as well and join her. She threw her head back as the glass touched her lips and quickly swallowed the clear liquid. She barely flinched and set the glass back down in front of her. She wasn't big on talking, and frankly she didn't know what to say to him. There was nothing she hated more than small talk, or even talking with teenagers for that matter. Where there was a loss of words, there seemed to be an abundance of alcohol. The other drink hadn't kicked in yet, and she knew if she were to keep this up it would hit her all at once. Whether she should welcome that, she didn't know. Might as well live in the moment. She leaned back over the counter and looked at Florian out of the corner of her eye. She had to start a conversation somehow, and as she ordered a second round of shots she finally spoke. "Everyone needs a drinking buddy."

Erik was beginning to feel a little dizzy from the alcohol, not that it was very strong, but he hadn't eaten anything for hours and alcoholic beverages mixed with an empty stomach was usually a bad combination. "Dayum, kitty got claws. ooorrr.... is that weird to say?" Erik said and laughed at Sienna's more or less biting comment, making a mental note to stay on her good side as long as he possibly could. When he thought about it though, he probably wouldn't stay there long. Erik was a notorious liar, and with the invention of google, lying became more and more difficult as it literately took 5 minutes to check on every 'fact' Erik could make up.

"Well, this was fun but a girl's gotta move. Come dance with me? At first Erik thought she was joking, but then he sort of remembered that this wasn't some fancy gala, and dancing probably just meant jumping up and down on the dance floor. He taught about saying no for a short while, playing hard to get, unfortunately that didn't even work with far uglier chicks than Sienna so it didn't even take a second for Erik to discard the play-hard-to-get idea. Grabbing her hand with enthusiasm, Erik said with his best fake british accent "I would absolutely love that my dear" and with that he dragged her out on the dancefloor with him. Leaning in, he sort of shouted in her ear so she could hear him over the music "I hope you didn't expect anything else than the infamous club-jumping, because I really can't dance"It wasn't true, Erik was actually a great dancer, at least at swing, but it's easier to blow someone's mind when they have low expectations instead of the opposite.

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So far America had been great to Erik. Things just got better, now he was dancing with a beautiful lady who just said something and besides the fact that Erik couldn't figure out if it was a threat or just flirting didn't matter, life was still great. She actually seemed sort of interested in him, but unfortunately Erik wasn't that great at reading people, for all he knew Sienna was just messing with him. But if that was the case joke was on her, Erik was loving this! "I think I'll take that back" Erik said and stepped closer to Sienna's moving body "I think I'm actually good at this sort of dance" with that he started to dance up against her, sort of grinding against her. (Excuse my English, best thing I could think of)Almost moving his body in sync with Sienna's. "I just have to ask, does every pretty girl know how to dance like that?" Erik said into her ear, continuing his bad attempts at flirting.

Vaguely Erik remembered that he originally had planed to meat up and get to know allot of people at this party, make allot of friends and such. Not that he minded whatever was going on between him and Sienna, though he doubted it was anything special. So while dancing with the beautiful chick, Erik changed his plan to just seeing where things would go with Sienna, and if nothing happened he could probably get her to introduce him to some of her 'popular' friends, for example the infamous host, which Erik had heard allot about, but not met yet other than the extremely short exchange of texts. Well, that would have to wait. For now, trying to get Sienna was priority number 1.

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"jesus christ and everything that's holy, I love USA! Erik thought happily as Sienna didn't move away, but rather pushed her body even closer to his. Unfortunately enough, the ever so sexy Sienna rocking against him in her practically see-through slipover had started to make his blood flow south, and it took every single bit of willpower Erik could muster to keep an awkward erection to pop up in his pants. "If you're still thinking about any other girl, I'm obviously doing something wrong." Sienna said and somehow managed to squeeze herself even closer, not that Erik minded it, but it didn't make the current rising boner-problem any better. Luckily enough for him he had self control enough to keep it down. Believe me, it's getting hard Then he realized what it probably sounded like and started to laugh as she turned around and placed her hands behind his head "Hard to think about anyone else I mean" Erik said, more or less lost in her beautiful emerald-like eyes.

Some dude was walking straight through the crowd, heading towards them and just as Sienna was about to make some flirty comment about Erik's dancing the due placed his hand on her shoulder and said something about two guys fighting. Judging on how Sienna just let go of Erik and followed the dude towards the pool. For a short moment Erik couldn't decide if he should admit defeat and let her go, but Erik had never been one to know when hope was lost and he had no plans on starting now so he followed Sienna through the crowd.

It was lucky for her that he did follow her, because when she was about to jump in the pool he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back. turning her around, but still holding her firmly he said "Not to be rude or anything, but what good were you thinking you could do down there?" He was about to offer to go down himself when he noticed some sirens in the distance "Lets do the wrong thing and let these fuckers fix this" Too late he realized his mistake as he remembered that calling other people fucker wasn't as normal here as back home. Letting go of her waist Erik grabbed her hand instead "Lets get away from here. I'd love to stay, but getting arrested will drastically shorten my stay here." With that Erik started to head for the door. His grip on Sienna's hand was loose enough that she could easily take her hand back and stay, but Erik would under no circumstances stay himself.

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It didn't take long for Shai to show up. She grinned as the girl gave her a hug, and broke the awkward air that Naea could feel creeping up on her. She could smell the alcohol on her breath, but she didn't mind. Plus, it meant she didn't have to answer Chad's question. She decided to cover it up and smiled, before replying, "Yeah, I'm fine. I think the lights are making me look pale, though." She cringed, sighing heavily. She hoped he had bought it. She hugged the other girl quickly. She'd been with the cheerleaders, which reminded Linn that she hadn't actually seen them yet. She spotted them off in the distance, and guessed that they'd be there soon.

Linn predicted right, as soon enough she spotted Allie tapping Leah on the shoulder and heading over. Naea could see even from that far away that Allie had a mark on her neck. She hid a giggle behind her hand, making a mental note to ask who it was with later on. She then continued to tell her about the summer - the hours spent galloping through the fields with her sister, messing around in the pool, and, of course, the three week vacation to her summer house on the South coast of France.

The reunion of the group of friends was short lived, though, and as much as Linnaea enjoyed seeing all her friends, she didn't contribute to the conversation much. She just smiled and watched as people danced way too close in her opinion, and watched as random strangers slipped off for a bit of privacy. She silently thanked Fate that nothing had gone on there.

Shouts suddenly filled the room, and people started yelling. Perking up a little, Naea stood on tiptoes to see, before she heard a faint splash from outside. Cringing slightly, she threw Chad a look of 'I-bet-I-know-who-that-was' and raised her eyebrows slightly. She shook her blonde curls, sighing slightly, before following the crowd to see what the hell was going on.

Unfortunately for Chad, it looked like Naea was right. She didn't know if that qualified her to 'win the bet', strictly speaking, as it wasn't five minutes, but it was the person she'd predicted. She left it, though - Chad's best friend was getting in a fight, and the far away wail of sirens neared them with every second. Sighing, Naea followed Chad and soon found that the party was being broken up. 'Great.' She thought to herself. It wasn't her favourite plan, she was having fun, and hanging out with her friends. However, it was the first day of school the following day, so Naea was a little cautious of the time. She noticed Chad had slipped away, and she was a little disappointed by the sudden disappearance, as it meant that she couldn't say goodbye. Sighing slightly, she turned to her friends. "You guys are welcome to come to mine for the night - my sister will be asleep and we have guest rooms. " She suggested. She knew her father wouldn't care - he'd already be asleep at his desk in his office, and be gone by the time the girls got up. Alice's nanny, however... She shrugged again. She'd deal with it somehow.

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Florian smirked as he watched Sienna's signature eye-scan thing happen. He couldn't care less, although he had to hide his discomfort by the stare. At least she accepted the shot. He lifted his own glass to his lips and tipped the glass up, downing it in one. The stuff wasn't very strong, he'd definitely had stronger in the past - and it was obvious the others thought so, too. He sighed through his nose and put the glass down rather roughly.

He couldn't help but cough out a laugh when Sienna came out with her explanation for him. He covered his mouth as he laughed. She'd been the one that had thrown his skateboard. That was unforgivable in his opinion. "I'm just convinced you don't have a sense of humor." He grinned at her, before she continued on with; ""And trust me when I tell you, you wouldn't be ready for my kind of dirty. Don't think that board of yours was either." He raised one eyebrow at her, shaking his hair out of his eyes, before directing to the new boy; "If I'm not ready for it, how's newbie gonna?" His lips curved into a crooked half-smirk as he watched them leave, missing exactly when Sienna invited him to dance. He shook his head again, before finally noticing the very attractive Charlie Waynor sitting beside him. His stomach did a little flip - he'd always thought Charlie was cute. However, he was much more pleasantly surprised when she ordered two shots and came over to him, placing the glass in front of him and downing her own. He did the same, tipping it back, once again noting that he'd had stronger, and nicer.

She ordered a second round, and Florian took up the challenge without speaking. He had no idea what to say - his mind had gone blank. His gut twisted in awkwardness - for some reason he always felt tongue-tied when she was around. She finally spoke, saying, "Everyone needs a drinking buddy." Flustered, he nodded, downing his third shot. "Thanks." He stuttered as he finished. "I mean, for the shots. And the company." He turned to her, leaning on the bar slightly. His heart flipped a little when he noticed she was wearing red. It made him feel relieved - it meant she wasn't looking for a random hook-up. Plus it meant she wasn't going to be hit on. He internally cringed when he remembered he was wearing green - he didn't want to give the wrong impression now.

Trying to hide his conflicting thoughts, Florian turned to watch the dancers. He spotted the foreigner and Sienna dancing way, way too close. He turned back around, and did a mime of gagging at them. He kind of felt sorry for the foreigner. Knowing those kinds of people, it wouldn't be too long before he got tossed aside like a broken thing. He'd seen it happen before. He turned back to Charlie, and finally decided on what to say. "What do you think of their..." he paused a second, before making the quotation sign and finishing off with "dancing?" He knew she probably thought he was an asshole, too, like most people did, but then again, most people didn't offer him shots or come and explicitly sit down with him. He appreciated it more than he realized.

The fun and games didn't last long, though. Florian sat up just a tad straighter as the first shouts of "FIGHT!" reached his ears. He raised his eyebrows, sighing a little. "C'mon, we'd better get outta here. Someone'll call the cops and then we'll be in trouble." He muttered. "Not that I care, just... Being arrested before the first day of school isn't on my top priorities." He shrugged once more. "If you want, you can come back to my place for a bit. I have an X Box and a few video games." He suggested, hoping she'd say yes. Then again, it was his Mom's apartment, and although she was probably passed out, the place would probably stink.

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Honey couldn't refuse Chadwick, especially when he gave her that puppy dog look. She nodded at him "Yeah I'll stay.". She looked out the window as she answered his previous question. "You know that guy Jackson? Big body, little brain? Anyway he got all grabby with me and I called for help. Well to be honest I called Ricky". She glanced back at him then returned her gaze to the mirror before mumbling under her breath, "You were preoccupied."

She flipped her long hair off her shoulder, instantly filling the car with her sweet scent, before continuing. "I mean I knew Ricky would get him off me but I've never seen him so... angry." She pondered that for a bit. I mean Ricky was a jock so yeah he was a little rowdy but a fighter? Not so much. She bit her lush lips a bit, "Do you think he was just drunk." She asked, though her question would go unanswered as they pulled into Sienna's house. She knew the house from Devil Girls sleepovers but in her sultry little top and cheeky shorts, she suddenly felt a bit exposed. She pulled off her top, leaving her in the bikini and tiny shorts, before pulling a oversized hoodie over her head. It covered most of her shorts except for a bit of fringe and a bit of her cheeks. She swapped the sandals for flip flops and tied her hair up in a high ponytail that swung to the small of her back. She also took off her makeup with some wipes in the car. It quickly took her from a twenty something year old to a teenage girl.

When she was finished with her makeup adventure she hopped out the car, grabbed Chadwick's hand and rushed in the house. She quickly found the two with Felicity, Sienna's childhood caretaker. "Hi Mrs. Felicity." She said kissing her lightly on the cheek. She smiled at Sienna, before going to Ricky,

Honey gasped a little when she saw his face. "I guess I can't call you pretty boy." She said lightly even though her voice faltered towards the end. Fuck it. She thought to herself. She grasped his face with both of her small hands. She stoked his left cheek gently before kissing his jaw and the corner of his left eye. Her dark eyes narrowed as she yelled "Don't ever fucking do that again." She pulled him into a hug ignoring is intake of breath. "I thought he might hurt you, you asshole." She murmured in his ear.

The night had gone allot better than Erik had ever hoped for. Of course he was a little disappointed that Sienna had left him, but he did understand the reason so he wasn't mad or anything, Sisters before misters right? Plus the kiss helped allot on his mood, sp even if he wanted to be angry it would been hard. So Erik followed the stream of teenagers out through the door without Sienna, but yet he was in a good mood. As the sirens got closer Erik picked up his phase, and by the time he presumed they arrived at the house Erik was halfway home.



One thing was good about the night ending so relatively early, now he could get some exercise before bed after all. Given the fact that few cars was out at this hour, Erik could finally get a few hours on the roller skis before bed. Their lack of brakes had kept him from it so far, but now was the perfect time. With that in mind Erik quickly threw on a T-shirt, a pair of shorts and a bicycle helmet -Safety first and all- before he grabbed his rollerskis and wen't out into the night again. Two hours later Erik returned to the Smith and pretty much collapsed on his bed.

"TNT! I'm dynamite, TNT! and I'll win the fi-" Erik's phone wasn't even allowed to finish the chorus that was his alarm before Erik practically threw it across the room, making the battery falling out of the back and thus turning the alarm of. With a sigh of success Erik happily fell back to sleep, but he didn't get to enjoy it for long. A few minutes after Erik returned to the dreamrealm Clara ran into the room and started to pull on his covers "Mom told me to get you up or you'd be late for school!" she said before running out of the room again making sure to slam the door behind her. "Fuck, fuck fuck.... I'm up" He said and sighed heavily as he got out of bed, threw on a clean T-shirt and headed for the bathroom.

A quick shower later Erik was down in the dining room with the rest of the Smith family, calmly eating on his sandwich as he watched mrs. Smith rush around before kissing her husband and kid and then running out of the house. "Excuse me Mr. Smith, but what exactly is it your wife does for a living? Seem's stressful" Erik asked the father of the house, who seemed to be allot more relaxed than his wife. "She's a detective for the lapd, they are working a major case at the moment so naturally there's allot of stress" He said before rising from the table, which pretty much meant everyone else had to do the same thing. "Come on sweetie, lets go" Mr.Smith said to Clara who happily grabbed her backpack and followed her father to the door. Erik followed right behind them, the family had made it quite clear that he had to be out of the house at the same time as them. "You want a ride to school Erik?" Mr.Smith asked him as he stepped into the car, but Erik shook his head "Thank you sir, but I prefer walking" Mr. Smith nodded before saying goodbye and driving of. And simple as that Erik's first day of American school had started. Putting a pair of earbuds into his ear Erik started one of his playlists and hummed to Misery business by paramore as he walked towards school.

Finding the school wasn't really hard. Erik had been smart enough to find his way there a few days ago, and besides he could always just follow the stream of teenagers heading in the same direction. Surprisingly enough a two hour workout at somewhere around midnight, after a party, wasn't really the best idea for staying awake at school, and by the time Erik reached the schoolground he was yawning every other minute. Luckily his first class was history, so he could probably sleep through that and make a great first impression.

Finding his locker took allot more time than Erik had ever imagined. Even with the printed out map of the school, and his superior map reading abilities -which included him walking around with the map upside down for a minute- Eventually Erik did find it, pretty much in the middle of the school and perfectly placed just between the lockers of two huge, judging by their muscle, jocks. Probably linebackers or something, of course they could be anything else, Erik only knew two types of players, linebackers and quarterbacks. "Sorry fellas, juuust have to squeeze through here if you don't mind"Erik said and granted the jocks one of his best smiles. They looked puzzled for a second, probably trying to guess where Erik's accent was from, "You from Europe or something?"The one to the left, a 6'2 fella with the size of a bodybuilder and brown hair, asked and looked Erik over with a surprisingly polite tone. "Yeah, Norway actually" Erik said with an honest smile as the jocks took a step to the side so he could reach his own locker "That's where the vikings came from or something right? the right one said, a guy with pretty much the same build as his counterpart but this one had california blonde hair. "Right you are pall, so watch outErik said and slung his backpack into the locker, then he remembered that sporty dudes were somewhere at the top of the social hierarchy common in american high schools "By the way, you guys rule this school right?"
"Well, sort of,,, Ricardo is the chief around here, but we.. Erik cut brown hair of before he could finish "Great, if you run into a chick named Sienna, tell her Erik said hi okay?" He didn't leave the jocks enough time to confirm before he noticed that he was a couple minutes from being late to his history class "See you fuckers later" Maybe calling two of the biggest guys he'd met so far 'fuckers' wasn't the best idea, but Erik didn't really care. To be honest he just hoped they wouldn't forget it, he also hoped he wouldn't be late for his first class, not at the first day at least!

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Americas history turned out to be more boring that Erik had ever expected. It also turned out that the teacher, a mr.Strafford, was the strictest 60 year old ever created. As a direct consequence of that Erik's attempt at getting some sleep had turned out disastrous and now he had detention, most likely he also had a teacher that really disliked him; what a great start of the schoolyear! Another thing he learned about mr.Strafford was that he as most other teachers did not like to be corrected. During the introduction to the class he had given a brief history on America, leading with "Columbus discovered america in ...." and Erik had sort of interrupted and informed the teacher that it was in fact a Norwegian explorer called Leif Erikson that discovered america first. Strafford did not like that, at all. So when the bell finally rung Erik almost ran out of the classroom.

Back at his locker he met another jock, not one of his lockermates though. "Hi! You are Erik right?" The dude asked, Erik had a feeling he had seen him before, but he couldn't really remember where. "Yeah, tell me... have we met befo--"then it struck him, this was one of those champions who ruined last nights party "Wait! you are one of those fighters from the party right?"Erik exclaimed with a smile on his face "uhmm... yeah"He did look like he wanted to say something else but Erik cut him of "Awesome, have to admit; you had some decent punches there. Didn't really see much of it, but you should try to use your body more when you hit" Erik extended his hand towards the jock who now stood with a little puzzled look on his face, but he grabbed Erik's hand nonetheless and gave it a small shake "Uhm, thanks.. I'm Jackson. A bunch of us are going to venice and Sienna told me to get you" Jackson said with a quick glance at his watch. Erik had to admit that he wasn't completely sure how they were going to get to Italy and back by tomorrow, but then Jackson explained a little further "Oh yeah, you're not native. Venice is a beach" "yeah, that makes allot more sense than Italy... uhm... I really shouldn't skip first day" Erik said as he threw the historybook into the locker, he could barley hear Jackson's sigh over the sound of himself smashing the locker shut "look man, Sienna will have someone kill me if I don't bring you, and I'm already on her bad side so please? Besides, one day isn't much" Erik couldn't argue with Jackson being on allot of people's bad side at the moment, and just because Erik was such a nice guy he decided to go with him. Also Sienna was gorgeous and her in swimwear sounded allot more interesting than school. "Fair point, lead the way mate"

A couple minutes later Erik was sandwiched between two other dudes in the back of Jackson's surprisingly nice car heading for a place called Rec Center. "Here, Sienna told me to give this to you" Jackson said and handed Erik a small piece of paper with a phone number on it, Erik being the brilliant detective he was quickly deciphered it as Sienna's. [color=brown]"Danke shön mine kumpel"[/b] Erik said in German as he put her number into his own phone. Then he decided to send her a text, just to see if he actually got the number right, or if it was just a trick.

to: Sienna <3
"Hey, thx for the number. Just thought I should let you know that your pall can live another few days. Very convincing fellow. See you soon I hope :D"

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"So you're from Scandinavia or something?"Jackson asked from the driver seat, casting a quick look up at the rear view mirror to look at Erik, "Yup, a real viking sitting back here" Erik replied with a joking tone and added with a little wink "So you better watch out" The joke didn't really hit home as the only response he got from the other jocks was a sort of snort from the guy to his right. "So why did you decide to come to America?" Erik had to take a short moment to come up with a more awesome story than the fact that he had been too late to apply for anywhere else. "Well, I've watched allot of movies. Plus I've heard stories. America seemed awesome and so far it actually has lived up to its reputation" Erik had to laugh a little to himself before he added "So basically I came here to live the American dream" That joke worked, the tallest one in the car actually laughed. "hey man, I think I read something about the exchange thing, aren't you supposed to be, like, sent to the countryside or something? How the hell did you end up in LA?" This time it was a the black kid to the left of Erik who asked. This was pretty much the best chance Erik would have to come up with a kickass back story. "Well, I shouldn't really tell you this"[/b] He started with a secretive voice [color=brown]"but my father is a rather powerful man back home. I used his contacts in the government to send me here" Erik made sure to make his voice sound like he was telling a secret. He even leaned a little forward to further increase the impression. "Wow man, really? what you father do for a living? The black kid asked in a sort of awestruck voice. "Well.... I guess I can tell you as much as this: He is pretty high ranking among the special forces. Military Intelligence. Pretty much at the tippety top."

Luckily enough they believed him, at least it sounded that way. They did ask allot of questions about his father, but Erik just responded with something about classified information and such. "okay, just stop asking. I can't tell you any more than what you already know" Jackson laughed a little, maybe he didn't completely believe Erik after all, but he did change the subject. "So how did you nail Sienna?" He asked with a mockery in his voice. "Well, I don't think I literately nailed her. We only danced a little, shared a brief kiss over the beautiful sight of two roosters fighting in a pool. But I think it must have been my extremely powerful aura that attracted her to me" Erik said in the same tone as Jackson. "But more importantly, may I have the pleasure of knowing your names?"He asked looking at the other jocks. "yeah, of course man" the black one said and started to point around the car "The one on the other side of you is Larry, the silent one in the front is Frank and you know Jackson.

A few minutes later the car pulled up in front of the center, and not soon after that Jackson and the other jocks had started a game of basketball, they had even been nice enough to invite him to join them. So now Erik was running up and down the court in his AC/DC T-shirt and jeans with the other jocks. He was far from the best player among them, but he wasn't the worst either.