Alla mina bästa år♥A fairytale life|The game is on again

-Hello?

Frida entered in the house quietly, hoping with all her heart her grandmother wasn’t there.

-In the kitchen!.-Agny shouted from the other part of the house.

She walked along the house, nervous.

-Eem, mamma… Can I ask you something?

-Sure. What is it about?-she answered, while putting some more flour in the mass of the bread.

-Well…Can I go out…Tonight?

Frida was confused. Ragnar Frediksson , the guy that played the trumpet in the band, had been extremely sweet and nice to her since she had started in the “Anni Frid Four”, as they had decided to rename the band.

She was flattered, of course, as she liked him a lot.

But that afternoon, when he had asked her to go out, she hadn’t known what to answer.

She wanted to say “yes”, of course, but she was afraid of her grandmother’s reaction. She was always so categorical with men… And all of that because her daughter’s love story had ended awfully.

“And what if?”, always thought  Frida, “I’m not my mother, that won’t happen again.”

But, anyway, she didn’t want to discuss with her grandmother. She was the only one that she had in life, she didn’t want to lose her…

-With who?-said Agny.

-With one of my band partners, Ragnar.

Agny stopped, and looked at her:

-Ragnar? How old is he?

-21, mamma. I can assure you he only wants to be my friend, he has always been so nice to me and…

-Anni-Frid-she said-What do I always tell you about men?

-I know, mamma, but he’s not…

-How far you’ve known him?

-A pair of weeks, but…

-Let me finish. Do you think that two weeks are enough for knowing a person?

-Not really.- Frida answered, in a low voice.

-So, I’ll tell you what I always tell. You’re beautiful, you’re talented, you’re young. How can you be so sure that he only wants to be your friend?

-And what if he wants to be more than a friend?-she answered, starting feeling angry-I’m 15, almost 16, mamma! Do you want me to be alone forever?

-No, my darling.- Agny said, going closer to her granddaughter-I only want you to be careful, I don’t want the story to be repeated again…

-But it won’t, mamma. Please… Don’t be like that, I just want to be happy.-she answered, with a sight.

-I know, Anni-Frid. But do you think he…?

-Yes, mamma. I like him, I like him very much. And I think he likes me too. I don’t want to call this love, but… I feel how butterflies fly in my stomach, I feel very warm when I’m with him. Mamma, please…

-Well…Ok. But you must be here at eleven o’clock, not a minute after!

-Sure, sure, sure! I’ll call him right now. Thank you!

She kissed Agny’s cheek and ran to her bedroom.

Agny continued making the bread.

Since the day Anni-Frid had decided to stay in Eskilstuna, they’re relation had turned into a real grandmother-granddaughter relation, and she had stopped seeing her as a child. And now, the first love had arrived…

“I hope the game is not on again”, she thought, “I hope…”

 Dalià♥