SKAM belong to Julie and NRK, this is just for fun. This is the english version of my fanfic, wich is post in this site and in AO3.
The sound his phone was making woke him up. The problem was that he didn't know where it was because the last time he saw it he left it on Isak's pillow, and the most likely thing that happened is that during the night it got lost between the sheets.
The room was still dark, and him just waking up wasn't the best combination to look for his phone, which went silent jut for a few seconds before it started ringing again. Twirling the sheets, he found it in the middle of the bed, with the name "Jonas" on the screen.
—Yes?
—Finally…open the door— said Jonas panting —…you know Isak is not precisely light.
Even stayed about three seconds siting on the bed with his phone glued to his ear, listening to Jonas yell at Isak and Isak laughing. Without even looking for something to dress up and only with his boxer on, Even got up and semi run to the door of his little apartment to open it to a not so happy Jonas, carrying an arm of Isak around his neck and grabbing his waist to keep him standing, and a very drunk Isak…very drunk.
—Help…— said Jonas, half dropping Isak's body to where Even was standing. The two went straight to the room, to drop Isak on the bed, who was still laughing about who knows what.
—What happened?— asked Even, watching as Jonas headed to the kitchen to fill a glass with water —I thought it was just a get together between the four of you.
—Magnus' parents were gone, so he had the fantastic idea of taking some of the bottles from his collection— answered Jonas finishing his glass in two sipps—…we started a game Madhi invented and Isak ended up losing almost every round. It was fun to see him drink one drink after another until he started talking about you…and your…moments together.
Even though the lights were still off Even could see Jonas' cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. What kind of moments did Isak shared with them, so that his boyfriend's best friend couldn't see him directly in the eyes?
—I…I'm sorry…You could've called me sooner, you know I would've gone to pick him up.
—Nahh, don't worry…just…don't expect us to look at you the same way for a couple days.— answered Jonas half laughing—He took several vodka shots and a couple of rum, so a long day awaits you tomorrow... I ... I better go, I should get to my house soon.
Jonas looked at his phone, left the glass in the sink and started walking towards the door.
—I owe you a kebab, Jonas— said Even.
—Hahaha, make it too and we're even— answered Jonas, now looking at him while he closed the door.
Even stayed there, standing in the middle of the kitchen thinking about what he should do, but didn't have much time to think, because a moment later he heard something heavy hitting the bedroom floor. He almost ran to the bed, just to see Isak on the floor, on the side of the bed, trying to take off his pants.
—Ahh…Help— said Isak, without looking at Even.
Even couldn't do much more than hold his laugh. Isak really was really drunk. He was still struggling with his pants to get them out, but the problem was that he hadn't pulled off his sneakers…which made the task impossible.
Even, feeling a little sorry for the situation, approached Isak to help him, kneeling in front of him, and trying to take one of Isak's legs to take off his sneaker, not expecting Isak's reaction:
—No… don't touch me.
Even looked at Isak surprised, but Isak did nothing but try to remove his leg from Even's hand.
—What? — was the only thing Even could say.
—No… I have a boyfriend… don't touch me— whispered Isak, notably annoyed.
Isak was so drunk that he didn't know he was with Even, talking to Even, in his own apartment. Even was still surprised… he smiled to himself, this was an opportunity he wasn't going to miss.
—Seriously? And you love him? — asked Even.
—Too much, he is everything—whispered Isak, taking one of his sneakers, pulling it off and throwing it away from where it was. With clumsy movements he did the same with the other shoe.
—Everything? — asked Even, seeing how Isak took off his pants with slow movements.
—Hahaha… Yes, the best of my life— answered Isak. Even in the dark, Even could see Isak's cheeks turning a little pink —…, you know… He and I are going to get married ... and ... and we're going to start a family.
Even was now in shock, never thought of hearing Isak say such things. Because they may have talked about getting married, but that was when he was manic, and he was the one who said most things... but now, though drunk, there was Isak talking about getting married and starting a family. This was a conversation he didn't dare to have while the two were in normal states, fearing rejection from Isak.
—You want to start a family? — Even knew he shouldn't take advantage of this moment, but couldn't resist.
Isak was still on the floor, half leaning on the bed, already without his pants, but with his red sweatshirt and his white t-shirt still on.
—I want everything with him, he is my life… and one day we're going to have two kids—answered Isak smiling—… You know something? —asked Isak, resting his head on the edge of the bed.
—What? Are you feeling ok? —asked Even, fearing Isak might want to vomit. He was already looking for the trash can when Isak answered.
—Ah?, No…I'm fine… —Isak was getting angry—I'm telling you about my Even, don't interrupt…—said Isak frowning—, you know he is tall… taller than me… and it seems like he's got life sorted out…bu… but I love him…so much… my life is so much better because he is with me. That's what keeps me going. I want everything with him.
Even had tears in his eyes, Isak had never told him this, that he wanted everything with him.
—Really? — whispered Even —What else you think about your Even?
Isak seemed to be thinking of what to say.
—I think…I think he doesn't want a family with me… I think he's afraid of ruining things.—said Isak, with a worried voice. Even knew that in any moment Isak could cry—He is bipolar— whispered Isak, as if it were a secret—…but that doesn't make him less of a person…my Even deserves everything and I want him to be happy with me and with our kids.
—Doesn't it bore you? Worrying about your Even all the time? — Even knew he shouldn't asked this in Isak's state, but he simply couldn't stop.
—Worrying? ... One always worries about the people you love, and I love Even, even on his bad days. He has been more of a family than my parents. I'll always be there for Even, I'll take care of him until the last day of my life.
Even could feel that he was about to explode from the happiness he felt at that moment. It was almost 3 in the morning, still dark in his little apartment, with the love of his life ... drunk but having one of the best conversations of his life.
—Can you tell me more about the family you want?
—Two kids, they can be a girl and a boy, or both the same… but they need to have blue eyes…like my Even— Isak had his eyes closed, but a giant smile on his face.
And Even could feel his heart beating louder and louder. God! He didn't know how but he felt more in love with Isak than ever.
—…You know, Even would be an excellent father— said Isak — Do you know him? He is tall, blond…and with beautiful blue yes…and his mouth… I miss him. Do you know where he is? —he asked looking around, not noticing that Even was in front of him.
Even couldn't help smiling, thinking that Isak would regret having drank so much when he wakes up, but now he had to get Isak to finish taking off his clothes, get him to lie down and the main thing... to sleep. The good thing was that they didn't have to wake up early considering that it was practically Saturday and could stay in bed until late.