My story was written as FanFic for the German television show, Verbotene Liebe (Forbidden Love). You do not need to have seen the show to enjoy this, but I suggest you check it out if you've never heard of it. They are the most adorable gay couple that has ever existed! Check out the Christian and Oliver story on Ichlotzutube's utube channel, if you're interested. Warning: It's addictive.
Disclaimer:
This is a story about two guys who fall in love.
Vebotene Liebe and its characters are owned by Das Erste and ARD.
I do not own these characters...but if I did...I would make sure to shrink them down, so that they were only 3 inches tall. They'd be so cute!
I'd keep them in a little pink box under my bed.
I would try to stop myself, but I'd be compelled to pull them out every chance I got...to poke their tiny foreheads and force them to act out all of my stories on a miniature stage that I would hastily construct out of popsicle sticks and recently chewed bubblegum.
So, it's probably a good thing that they belong to somebody else.
Seriously, no copyright infringement is intended.
If you still haven't gone and checked out what the characters look like, here a mini description of the two leads.
Oliver (or Olli) Sabel -- He's 17 yrs old. He's 6'0'', lean and athletic. His skin is light and one color all over. He has dark brown hair, full but landscaped eyebrows and thick eyelashes. He has light green eyes that take your breath away, pouty lips and a smile that could light the sun.
Christian Mann -- He's 17. He's 6'1'', athletic and a little bigger than Olli, but not by much. His skin is slightly tanned because he enjoys camping and outdoor sports more than the gym. He has light brown/blond hair and the cutest dimples that you've ever seen. He has deep blue eyes and a winning smile. His facial expressions always give his inner thoughts away.
Chapter 1.
"It's oh so quiet shhh shhh It's oh so still shhh shhh You're all alone And so peaceful until..." -Björk
Olli sat awkwardly in the back seat of his mother's car, temple pressed against the freshly cleaned glass. He slowly opened his bright green eyes and squinted at the sun that covered the left side of his face. He only halfway paid attention to the unfamiliar sights of the town. Every tree and building seemed to blend together into streaks of color.
A rush of anxiety shot through his body and he jerked his arm up to check his watch. "Is it much further? I really don't want to be late." Olli stressed, as he looked questioningly towards the front of the car. After pausing for a moment, he dramatically folded his arms with a pout on his face. His mother wasn't listening to him once again.
"Hello! Did you hear me?" Olli asked impatiently. She offered no response. Olli sighed and then smiled mischievously. "Today's a big day! I have to make a good first impression. I was thinking about dressing in drag and belting out Roberta Flack's `Killing Me Softly with His Song,' on a cafeteria table at lunch. Hey...I'll totally dedicate it to you. Or would that be a little much for my first day? Maybe the drag can wait until next week. What do you think?" The un-amused woman in the driver's seat, pretended not to hear her son.
Olli swiftly exited the car and turned toward his mother as he pulled his book bag over his shoulder. "Oliver, I will be here at 3pm on the dot. I expect you to be punctual." Henriette waited for her son to respond. "Who me?" Olli smirked. "I'll see you then! And thanks fo..." She started to drive off before he could finish his sentence.
Olli frowned a little and then spoke out loud to no one. "Oh, I will and you have a good day too." He was used to his mother's cold behavior toward him, but still felt a small ache as her car sped down the street and disappeared around the corner.
A light breeze brushed past Olli's face and he became mesmerized by a pair of yellow and orange leaves that it had brought along with it. They almost seemed cartoonish in their movements and bright colors.
Olli furrowed his dark brow as he let himself get closer and closer to the dancing duo. It almost looked as if they had..no! There was no way, but it looked like they were starting to form little faces. He could make out small mouths and little ears and...eyes?
Yes, it seemed like they were now blinking their newly formed, teeny tiny eyes. The orange one slowly turned its face to look up at Olli and started to wink at him. Olli's yelp of horror and disbelief was drowned out by a loud bell that startled him even more.
The ringing of the bell made Olli quickly shoot up into a standing position. He hadn't realized he had been knelling on the hard ground. He used both of his hands to quickly brush some dirt off of his left knee. `That's just great.' He felt a pounding in his head that could only be described as a migraine. "Need coffee." He mumbled under his breath.
Olli took the first step of ten, leading up to the front door of his new school and then suddenly whipped his head around, eyes searching the pavement for the briefly forgotten cartoon leaves. And just as he had hoped, they were gone. They most definitely were never there to begin with. He promised himself he would never again stay up all night and then try and be a normal part of society the next day.
Olli rushed up the stairs and burst through the heavy iron doors, leading to his future. Upon entering the school, he was surprised to not see anyone in the entryway. No lingering students in the hallways or by their lockers, no footsteps behind him belonging to fellow tardy classmates, no giggling school girls or bragging athletes standing around pretending to be awesome.
He wandered the halls for a while, before taking some crumpled paperwork out of his bag, reading the date at the top and comparing it with the date on his watch. They matched. Still looking at his watch, Olli noticed that he was almost 15 minutes late!
Now on edge, he quickly shuffled through his papers, trying to find the room number of his first class. "Thirteen!" He looked up at the door closest to him. It was #5, and as he hurried down the hall toward the next door, he saw a #7. Olli began to run!
Christian couldn't hold back his smile. He was extremely excited to start a new year and he had the dimples to prove it. He leaned backwards in his chair and caught Judith's attention.
"Wow! Can I have some of your enthusiasm?" She begged. "No you can't. It's all mine." Christian eyed the empty chairs of the classroom, with the big smile still plastered on his face. "Where is everybody anyway?" He wondered out loud.
"I think we're the only nerds that wanted to show up incredibly early on our first day, to scope out the best seats. Why are you so anxious to get started?" Christian quickly shifted his whole body around so that he was facing his friend.
"I'm not! I just thought it was later than it is. But if we're so early, I think I should probably go to the bathroom. I've been holding it in forever now." Christian bit his bottom lip and made an, `I'm gonna bust!' face.
"You go do that then." Judith rolled her eyes and chuckled as she pushed him toward the door. As Christian grabbed for the doorknob, he dramatically turned toward Judith and demanded, "You better save my seat, woman!" Judith quickly nodded back at Christian, pretending she was scared not to.
As Christian sauntered down the hallway leading to the bathroom, books in hand, his mind was racing. `Why did I bring my books to go use the bathroom?' He shook his head at the odd action.
`Focus! This is the year. This is my year. No more living under Gregor's shadow. No more uncertainty. I'm going to earn myself a scholarship and by this time next year, I'll be going to the university of my choice. I'll move out of my father's house. Get some sort of a part time job. I should probably think about possibly dating somewhere in there too. Yeah, I should find myself a cute g...'
He stopped sauntering when he realized that he had passed the door to the bathroom a while back.
At the sink, Christian let the warm water run thoroughly over his hands. He had pressed the soap dispenser button a few too many times and there were bubbles everywhere. He looked over both shoulders to make sure he was still alone and then began to make funny faces at himself in the mirror.
He pretended to cry, did a quick succession of angry-happy-angry-happy faces, winked while making a click noise with his tongue and lastly, made a crazy devil face. The silly face looking back at him, made Christian loose it.
He couldn't hold in the laughter that was now dramatically shaking his entire body. When he finally pulled himself together, he took one last look in the mirror and scrunched his light brown hair with his hands. Satisfied with the placement of each strand, he exited the boy's room with a hop to his step.
Christian glanced at his silver watch. `Right on time'. As he headed toward room #13, he had an eerie felling and could swear someone was sneaking up behind him. He turned around just in time to see a fist coming straight at his face!
He quickly dodged the punch and watched as it collided with a metal locker. "Axel! What the hell's wrong with you?" Christian yelled. "Hey buddy, calm down. I was just checking your reflexes. Don't get all bent out of shape!" Axel barked.
Christian was quickly becoming furious. "You're such an asshole! What the fuck are you doing here anyway?" Axel looked flustered. "I just like to keep an eye on the school. I uh...feel like a big brother to the students. You've probably heard some of them talking about how they look up to me?"
For a moment, Christian stared in disbelief at the idiot in front of him and then he continued on his way. Before he could get two steps, Axel had yanked his books out of his hands and galloped down the hall. "Come on, Mann! Let's see if you're as fast as they say you are!"
"Stop running! Fuck! Axel?!" Christian decided the only way to get his books back, was to play into his extremely unintelligent game. He began to sprint after the fool. Christian was chasing Axel through narrow hallways, twisting and turning through groups of students and leaping over backpacks and other debris, strewn across the linoleum floors.
Christian was starting to get nervous about the time. He saw that Axel had stopped for a second to take a breather next to a trash can. He sneakily approached the Neanderthal, as not to scare him off.
"Ok, you win." Christian threw his hands in the air as if he was surrendering. He was breathing heavily and forcing his voice to sound calm. "I need my stuff back right now or I'm gonna be late to my class." Just as Christian had finished his sentence, the bell rang.
"Why should I? You didn't actually catch me." Axel was like a dog without a bone and Christian wasn't about to throw him one. "If you don't hand my shit over right now, I'm going to KICK YOUR ASS!" Christian wasn't bluffing. He could barely hold in his contempt for the dick a second longer. He started to clench his jaw and could feel angry heat rushing through his body.
"Whatever. Have fun with your girly schoolwork, sweetie!" Axel's voice was overwhelmingly annoying, as he threw Christian's books to the ground and proceeded to lurch away down the hall, presumably to go terrorize someone else with his lameness.
Christian shook his head in disbelief as he gathered his things. His cheerful attitude, now replaced with pint up rage. Axel had taken him clear across the school. As he started to make his way back, he noticed he was now alone in the hallways. His watch told him he was already ten minutes late. Christian began to run!
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