devsheck.

You knew you didn’t get a say, since it's his car. But you didn’t want to die because of his recklessness. In addition, his friend was in the back, looking at a magazine of exposed women. Which made you a bit uncomfortable.

You were about to argue back until Joost came to a slow stop. There was construction happening on the single road. Joost was irritated and even hit the wheel. To calm down, he lit up a cigarette. You weren't sure what number cigarette he was on. You had told him to cut down on them, but he never listened. But you were able to take in some air after challenging death on every turn he made. The traffic jam was your savior this time.

However, that only lasted a few seconds because Joost stepped on the gas and crashed immediately. 

Your body lunged forward, and you ended up hitting your left cheek, everything else was fine. But you can't say the same for Joost, his nose was bleeding.

You, Joost, and his friend looked out Joost's window to see who the driver was that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The car was a green Dodge Challenger. The other driver rolled down his window, he had platinum blond hair like Joost, piercings, and a beard. The man started to argue with Joost and even got out of his car and went in front of the front window. Joost and you were starting to panic and get a bit nervous. Although once the man touched Joost's shoulder through the open window, that's when Joost started arguing back. 

Other drivers started to honk their horns, getting impatient with the traffic jam. The two of them continued to argue, throwing the middle finger at each other, and shaking the car. You were getting annoyed with the noise and the pain from the hit.

You thought it would be over when the man returned to his car. But of course you're wrong. They just continued to argue like dogs on leashes. All bark but no bite. Throughout all of it, you tried to tell Joost to drive and go home.

Thankfully, after a few more insults in Dutch, Joost drove off. Not caring about the signs, cones, or barriers. He first dropped off his friend and drove to a hospital. Even though he could be annoying to you, he still cared for you, and he wanted to see if you were alright.

The doctors examined you both. You had a bruised cheek, nothing too serious, but you still needed to wear a patch over it. But Joost ended up having not too severe of a broken nose and now has to wear bandages on his nose. 

He drove home after that was over, “Sh*t, I’m sorry. I know I’m stupid for my speeding habit.”

You knew he meant it, “It’s fine. Guess we will have to use the bus to go to work now. Until my car is fixed.”

Joost groaned at the thought of that. But there weren’t many options. “Yeah.... F*cking hell”

For the next 3 days, you've been taking the bus and walking to the café. Your coworkers would ask what happened, but you would say you had fallen on the sidewalk.

Today was another day, taking the crowded bus, clocking in, and taking orders and payment. However, you froze for a second.

The man from the green Dodge Challenger was now in front of you. 

“I would like a….”, He didn't recognize you.

You debated whether you should tell him while taking his order, “And what's your name?”

“Käärijä,” he said as he paid and took a seat at an empty table. 

You wrote down how you think it's spelled and started making the drink. You decided to try and see if he remembers. You wrote on the cup holder ‘Did you have a green car that was crashed into?’

You called out his name when you finished. He came and took it and sat back down. You went back to work but stole a few glances at him.

You were now cleaning the pickup counter. Käärijä took that chance to walk up to you. “Were you in the traffic that happened?” He said as he pointed to the note.

You were taken a bit aback but quickly nodded. “My brother was the one you were fighting with.”

Now he remembers, he saw a woman in the passenger seat while he was on the front window.

“Sinä olet kaunis” he muttered.

You didn't understand what he said. “Sorry, I didn't understand.”

Kaarija then said, “I said I'm sorry. I can drive you as an apology.”

You debated again. You didn't know him that well, but it would be better than riding a bus every day. So you agreed.

Käärijä waited until your shift ended and drove you home. You both had an awkward silence at first, but soon you started talking.

You arrived home, and he gave you his number. “You call and I pick you up. Okie?” 

You smiled, “Ok, I will. Thank you.”

You went inside your house, and Joost was already home.

He scratched your head, “You're home early. Did the bus take a shortcut?” He joked around.

You chuckled, “No, someone is driving me now.”

Joost nodded. At least you were fine.

For the next few days, Käärijä would pick you up and drive you to and from your house. Until finally you got your car back from the mechanic.

You: “I got my car back. You don't have to pick me up anymore.”

Käärijä: “You sure you don't want me to keep picking you up?”

You: “We can still talk if you want to.”

After a while, you both started dating each other. Joost noticed how you would be glued to your phone, taking longer to arrive home, going out more, and even dressing up a bit. You had to tell him that you had a boyfriend to stop him from snooping around and finding out who exactly it was. 

Käärijä treated you like a precious jewel. You both loved each other very much. But you worried about Joost finding out.

Currently, you are on a date with Käärijä at his house. You were relaxing on top of Käärijä, while he lies on the couch. He had one arm relaxing behind his head and the other behind your hip. A random movie was playing on the TV.

You and Käärijä were giving each other short kisses. 

Suddenly, your phone started buzzing. At first, you two ignored it, until it didn't and started getting more frantic. You finally got up and grabbed your phone.

Joost had called and texted you multiple times. You open the text to see what he has done this time. However, your face drained all its color.

Käärijä saw this and looked at your phone, “Vittu”.

It was pictures of you and Käärijä kissing and holding hands. Joost kept sending you texts every second.

Joost: “WHAT THE F*CK IS THIS”

Joost: “DON'T IGNORE ME”

Joost: “WHY ARE YOU DATING THAT KANKER LUL”

Jere tried to lighten the mood, “Maybe he's jealous.” 

You knew damn well Joost would be waiting back home, “I’m f*cked”

(I'm sorry if these words are translated incorrectly!)

Sinä olet kaunis - You are beautiful (Finnish)

Vittu - Fuck (Finnish)

Kanker Lul - Cancer D*ck (Dutch)

~Lilly's