Wurdig done the ficlet!
Some wise people, or better one wise person -> x_acid_queen_x
told me that this one is very good. So if it indeed is then
Maxi really hated drinking. He just does. Simply because when he was a little boy, he was forced by his dad’s addiction to see how much people change for worse after pouring too much liquor into their systems. So he just decided to live his life without even a little drop of vodka, wine, Hennessey etc. But when he was around 12, of course he didn’t plan that he will fell in love one day and when he did he didn’t suppose that the love of his life, Sofia Nesta would dump him in an amazing bitchy way. As a result he felt really sad and miserable. For Maximilian’s bad (or rather for his brave live statement) Zlatan somehow realized that his 18-year-old son is feeling a little uneasy. They were both at very good terms since Zlatan’s rehab. So, Ibra sat down, next to Max, and took an arm around him.
- Hey lady boy… - he stroked over son’s blond curls which had been found rather offensive from Maxi’s side - What’s wrong?
- Stop treating me like a child - mumbled Max - I’m not one. For quite some time… - he said, crossing his hands at the chest. He hated when Zlatan or Helena (she does it even more often) were kissing him at a forehead or phoning him every minute when he was outside and it was already 22
- What are you doing here anyway? You haven’t got any other important things to do? I’m not really in the mood for conversation dad…
- Except looking at you being deadly sad about what Sofia had done to you? - Maximilian looked quite surprise. Helena, of course, women got that 6th sense, intuition but Zlatan?! No way... - No, I don’t. But I’m here actually to suggest you something extremely pleasant…
When Seger heard “Du gamla, du fria” so, Swedish national anthem she was even more than 100% sure that something just has to be wrong. It was 4 in the morning for god’s sake. Who the hell is singing (or rather screaming) national anthem at dawn in the centre of Swedish capital? And then suddenly everything was very clear for her. As soon as she felt the alcohol scent puffing at her from the doorstep.
- Gud… - two drunk, tall men waved to her barely staying - förbannad… - Zlatan tried to kiss Helena in the cheek but she pushed him off really less hard than she wanted to - What…what?! WHAT THE HELL WHERE YOU THINKING WHILE FUDDLING OUR SON?! - Maxi look a little scared, seeing his mum like that, partly because of his fault. Zlatan on the other hand was very proud of himself.
- I just… - but still, he felt the need to explain - I just want our little Maxi - Ibra hugged smiling young Swede - to feel a giant relief.
- Yeah. If you’re calling massive headache the great relief then, good luck. But… - she let them into the house - you BOTH stay the hell out of me until you’ll be sobered up. GOT IT?!
“Prawy do lewego
Wypij kolego
Bo przecież niewypite nie ma tego złego!”
Seger was doing her best in case not to hear loud, balkan-folk music pouring from the speakers in the living room. But when sleeping with pillow covering her face resulted in nothing Helena got up, furious, and got down the stairs in case to make hell of Zlatan and Maxi world today.
- FUCK YOU - she said slowly, like she was talking to the retard - I mean can I have just a little respect from you two?! - she pulled the plunge out of the socket - Great fucking idea you both had! Congratulations Maximilian, I didn’t suppose that you are same stupid as your fancy daddy is… - Ms. Seger left the room. Zlatan was about to follow his wife but he sobered up enough to understand that it is really senseless.
- Max… - young Swede look quite worried about what Hela had just said - You’d better…take some sleep now?
Ibra also followed that suggestion and at 5 he was safe and sound snoring, laying in bed. But at 10 some nasty sound coming from the kitchen woke him up. Immediately after opening his eyes he felt massive headache coming from somewhere behind his hazel eyes. If they weren’t that precious to him he would just scratch them out, anything, really anything just to safe himself from this terrible pain. Noise from kitchen didn’t stop so he decided to get up and check what is going on.
When he entered the kitchen he saw his wife, Helena Seger (so the noise was in purpose. Normally when Helena was doing something in the kitchen, nobody notice) making herself a cup of coffee in traditional Turkish way (so without any help from the coffee machine’s side and as Zlatan thought at first in purpose). He decided to stay hide and, silently he walked to her, hugging her from behind.
- Hello, your poor hungovered husband is here… - He said, slightly weak voice. Helena hearing him at first was just about to throw the plate at him but, when he realized how weak his voice is and after turning around how poor (but still sexy, she must admit) he looks she just couldn’t done any harm to him - Very angry?
- Maybe a little - she stood up on the tips of her feet in case to kiss Zlatan - But please my little gypsy - Seger hugged her husband tight - don’t make any repeat…
told me that this one is very good. So if it indeed is then
Maxi really hated drinking. He just does. Simply because when he was a little boy, he was forced by his dad’s addiction to see how much people change for worse after pouring too much liquor into their systems. So he just decided to live his life without even a little drop of vodka, wine, Hennessey etc. But when he was around 12, of course he didn’t plan that he will fell in love one day and when he did he didn’t suppose that the love of his life, Sofia Nesta would dump him in an amazing bitchy way. As a result he felt really sad and miserable. For Maximilian’s bad (or rather for his brave live statement) Zlatan somehow realized that his 18-year-old son is feeling a little uneasy. They were both at very good terms since Zlatan’s rehab. So, Ibra sat down, next to Max, and took an arm around him.
- Hey lady boy… - he stroked over son’s blond curls which had been found rather offensive from Maxi’s side - What’s wrong?
- Stop treating me like a child - mumbled Max - I’m not one. For quite some time… - he said, crossing his hands at the chest. He hated when Zlatan or Helena (she does it even more often) were kissing him at a forehead or phoning him every minute when he was outside and it was already 22
- What are you doing here anyway? You haven’t got any other important things to do? I’m not really in the mood for conversation dad…
- Except looking at you being deadly sad about what Sofia had done to you? - Maximilian looked quite surprise. Helena, of course, women got that 6th sense, intuition but Zlatan?! No way... - No, I don’t. But I’m here actually to suggest you something extremely pleasant…
When Seger heard “Du gamla, du fria” so, Swedish national anthem she was even more than 100% sure that something just has to be wrong. It was 4 in the morning for god’s sake. Who the hell is singing (or rather screaming) national anthem at dawn in the centre of Swedish capital? And then suddenly everything was very clear for her. As soon as she felt the alcohol scent puffing at her from the doorstep.
- Gud… - two drunk, tall men waved to her barely staying - förbannad… - Zlatan tried to kiss Helena in the cheek but she pushed him off really less hard than she wanted to - What…what?! WHAT THE HELL WHERE YOU THINKING WHILE FUDDLING OUR SON?! - Maxi look a little scared, seeing his mum like that, partly because of his fault. Zlatan on the other hand was very proud of himself.
- I just… - but still, he felt the need to explain - I just want our little Maxi - Ibra hugged smiling young Swede - to feel a giant relief.
- Yeah. If you’re calling massive headache the great relief then, good luck. But… - she let them into the house - you BOTH stay the hell out of me until you’ll be sobered up. GOT IT?!
“Prawy do lewego
Wypij kolego
Bo przecież niewypite nie ma tego złego!”
Seger was doing her best in case not to hear loud, balkan-folk music pouring from the speakers in the living room. But when sleeping with pillow covering her face resulted in nothing Helena got up, furious, and got down the stairs in case to make hell of Zlatan and Maxi world today.
- FUCK YOU - she said slowly, like she was talking to the retard - I mean can I have just a little respect from you two?! - she pulled the plunge out of the socket - Great fucking idea you both had! Congratulations Maximilian, I didn’t suppose that you are same stupid as your fancy daddy is… - Ms. Seger left the room. Zlatan was about to follow his wife but he sobered up enough to understand that it is really senseless.
- Max… - young Swede look quite worried about what Hela had just said - You’d better…take some sleep now?
Ibra also followed that suggestion and at 5 he was safe and sound snoring, laying in bed. But at 10 some nasty sound coming from the kitchen woke him up. Immediately after opening his eyes he felt massive headache coming from somewhere behind his hazel eyes. If they weren’t that precious to him he would just scratch them out, anything, really anything just to safe himself from this terrible pain. Noise from kitchen didn’t stop so he decided to get up and check what is going on.
When he entered the kitchen he saw his wife, Helena Seger (so the noise was in purpose. Normally when Helena was doing something in the kitchen, nobody notice) making herself a cup of coffee in traditional Turkish way (so without any help from the coffee machine’s side and as Zlatan thought at first in purpose). He decided to stay hide and, silently he walked to her, hugging her from behind.
- Hello, your poor hungovered husband is here… - He said, slightly weak voice. Helena hearing him at first was just about to throw the plate at him but, when he realized how weak his voice is and after turning around how poor (but still sexy, she must admit) he looks she just couldn’t done any harm to him - Very angry?
- Maybe a little - she stood up on the tips of her feet in case to kiss Zlatan - But please my little gypsy - Seger hugged her husband tight - don’t make any repeat…