Post, chain, lock. Buzzer. “Debby, open!” “Run… the nominations” “Open!” “I did” “It’s closed!” “And now?” “It’s closed, closed, damn it, come down!” “Are you crazy? The nominations are on! I’ll come down as soon as they are over, and tell you all about them.” “Fuck, are you going to leave me here? Get someone to come down…”
“Who?” “Your brother… what do I know… somebody…” “Okay, okay” “Hurry up!” Silence over the buzzer. Debby pushes the button again. The fortress is unconquerable.
An eternity of moments. Nervous steps, she huffs and throws the motorcycle helmet. Against the front door. Which suddenly opens in that precise moment. A boy stands in the middle of the doorway. Gets the full blow of the helmet! Falls backward… Hit in the stomach!
“Oh, shit!” Debby whispers, but would like to yell it. Curls topsy-turvy. They slowly regain their posture. On the guy’s head. “Did you get hurt? It’s that… this door wouldn’t open… Did I hurt you?” “No… no… it’s just that I wasn’t expecting it…” “Well, me neither… How would I know that you were opening the front door! I could think…” “Just think… I open the door and get a helmet in the stomac!” Which Debby tears from his hands. The boy gets up. Blue dumbfounded eyes stare at Debby. “I’m sorry… Don’t stare at me that way… I could die!” Blue eyes lowered. Suddenly. “But no, what are you saying… I’m getting used to it…” “What?” “Well, yes… It’s statistical for me: getting hit by girls!” and laughs. “I know it all the time, but I never really expect it!”
“I’ll fit in your statistics then….” Debby looks at the front door. “I’ll leave it open, so you can go out.”
“I was supposed to open, not to go out!” “Oh!”
Blood surging. To Debby’s cheeks.
Not only have I almost killed him… he’s one of the party!
Thought swirl with a THMP in Debby’s head, a bang in a comic strip. Silence. Blue eyes still stare at Debby. “Shall we go up to Fefé’s?” to a shaken Debby. “Yes.” Actually Debby wanted to say “no” and run away.