Tim was sitting in Jake's and his hideout. He had to sneak in, because the area around the hideout was barricaded off. The police were searching for clues about Jake's murder and Tim was told he should keep away from the area.
He was sitting on one of their selfmade chairs, made out of sticks. His legs were fully extended and pointing towards the hole in which he had hidden Jake's body.
"How long have I been here?" He asked himself and looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. He took a mouthful of his water as if it was alcohol. "I miss you, Jake." He whispered, "We will see each other again, soon."
He was silent for a moment or two, then he chuckled: "No. You're in heaven. I won't be. But I hope we will be able to see each other again, even if just for a moment."
"How am I even going to do it?"
Tim sat there for a few more minutes, before standing up. He had to bend forward to get out of the hideout and, to his horror, it was raining and he had forgotten his jacket at home. He now had to go home, in the middle of the night, in a thin shirt through heavy rain and incredibly strong and cold winds. "Shoot." He cursed.
His way through the rain was as unpleasant as one might imagine. His clothes were sticking to his body, cold and wet. And his socks were drenched and his shoes filled with water, it felt like he was walking through a swamp. Cars were driving past him, splashing him with water.
He saw his house just a few more steps away. Then he stopped.
"Please… no…" Someone cried on his front porch.
He hurried around the corner as he recognized the voice. Before him sat Lukas, on his knees. He was crying in front of Anna's body. "No, no, no." He was holding a small knife and Anna was laying lifeless before his knees. There was a fast cut on her throat and blood had spilled over the ground.
"Anna…" Tim muttered in shock.
Lukas turned to him with his panicked expression: "I… I wanted to visit you and… and…" His voice turned into uncontrollable sobs. "I was about to ring the bell as she… grabbed my shoulder and spun me around." He was retelling what Tim did to the robber.
Tim just stood there, scared.
"I… it was an accident, please believe me. I didn't do it on purpose!" Lukas crawled towards Tim's legs, grabbing them and dropping the knife. "Please…"
Tim grabbed Lukas' and started crying, seeing one of his friends dead before him and his love interest drenched in rain and blood in front of him. They were both scared, Tim thought. The 2 of them had killed someone, they were both… "Monsters…" He muttered.
Lukas his face, not visible due to their positioning, twisted into a grin, before he looked into Tim's eyes, back to his scared expression.
Tim noticed his own eyes going back and forth between Lukas' lips and eyes. He was terrified by himself, how could he have the urge to kiss him in this situation? Tim looked longingly into Lukas' eyes and both of them made no noise before he pressed his own lips against Lukas' lips.
Lukas was in shock, this was… surprising. But it made things easier for him. He kissed back and the two fell to the ground, rolling around in the rain.