Uhm, I would say not under 18 o.o death, sad, sex, ect...

Stef’s POV:

I sat on the sofa on our little appartement in London. Our? Yeah, Steves, Bris and mine. We’re very close friends, and so we decidet to move together in a little flat. Suddenly the phone rang. Brian, who was cleaning the toilet jumped out of the bathroom to the phone.

“Yeah?” he said with his oh-so-cute voice and I had to smile again. I love him so much. And I’m so jealouse on everybody who just looks at him. Why can’t he just be mine…? I watched Brian listening to the voice on the phone and his face became even paler. He started to stutter and I could see he was shaking. Why was he so exited?

“Uuhm… I dunno…I… we… our band…I mean.. uhm…” he stuttered into the phone and I just stared at him. “Wait, I’ll talk it over with Stefan and Steve. Call you back. K, bye.” He finally mumbled and turned towards me while hanging up the phone.. “Stef? Steve? Can we talk?” Steve came out of his room.

“Who was that? Why the hell are you this exited? You STUTTERED Bri… you’ve never done before!” he said and I nodded.

“It was… David Bowie…!!” the first words were wispered, the last two screamed. My jaw dropped and Steve stared at him, too.

“Ok, that explains your exitement… what did he want?” I asked and he smiled whidely.

“He wanted to ask, whether we could meet and make some musik together…” Now Steves jaw dropped.

“YAY!” he squealed, “That’s so cool!! When?”

“Today… in the evening… he said…” Brian said a little shocked about Steve’s reaction. “He also said, we could meet at his apparement… I didn’t even know he lives in London, too!”

“Me neither. But well, why not? I like the idea.” I said and shrugged.

“Me tooooo, but I’m so ****in’ shy…” Brian wispered. I couldn’t help but burst out on laugher.

“You? SHY? Oh my gosh, Bripieee! You drag ever boy in a gay bar and now you say you’re shy???” I screamed laughing. He blushed.

“You know I adore Bowie… and I’m so exited to meet him… and so shy…” he looked at the bottom and I walked over to him, lifted his chin.

“He won’t kill you, pretty boy.” He fluttered his eyelids. “And if you look at him like you just looked at me, he will melt away for sure.” I grinned.

“He’s right, Molks. EVERYBODY would melt away then. Even the straightest man. So what?” Steve helped me and Bri smiled.

“OK. But I’m still exited. Could you call him…please?” He said and looked at Steve and me with begging puppy eyes, “I have to get ready… it’s only 4 hours left! ****! What should I wear??” With this he ran into his room. I stared after him and then looked at Steve.

“Can I call him? Can I can I can I??” He said exited and I shook my head,

“Sure. But I can’t belive why you’re so exited, the two of you. He’s only a human like you an’ me, noticed?” I laughed and winked.