Warning: Minor swearing on Emil's part, and mention of sexual tension.
Lukas looked at me.
Mathias looked at me.
And I looked at the both of them.
Let's just say, this hadn't been quite a regular evening. It had been around two weeks since Mathias and I had been in Norway, and Lukas had very well managed to get his point across; I knew he didn't want us there. But guess who was oblivious enough not to notice? Of course, Mathias. I mean, the first couple days Lukas had given us little subtle hints, such as frowning slightly whenever he saw one of us, or not even bothering to prepare dinner for us, which is why I have been on a diet of fast food and licorice for the past two weeks. And then, yesterday, he began to give us not-so-subtle hints; he had asked Mathias several times when we would leave.
Even though it kind of hurt, I understood how he felt- if I were him, I definitely wouldn't like to have an obnoxious Dane in my house just because he had nothing better to do. However, I can't say I didn't take my sweet revenge. I called Mathias 'father' whenever possible, while I just called Lukas 'Mr. Bondevik'. By the end of the first week, Lukas had begun to insist for me to call him father, but I wouldn't budge. I must say it was rather amusing to watch him say "Call me father!" Over and over again, especially when Mathias began laughing and pointing at him.
As the days went by, it became more uncomfortable for me to be with the both of them, seeing as Mathias would stare at Lukas and joke all the time, while the Norwegian only gave him a death glare and remained silent. There was much tension between them… and I dare to say, I think it was sexual tension. It isn't as if I were some guy who got laid all the time- in fact, I was lucky if a girl said hi to me –but as far as I knew, Mathias hadn't had a couple lately, and Lukas didn't look like the romantic type. So let's be honest; I suspected something was up between them. Though, if my suspicions were right, that would be undeniably awkward—not because I was uncomfortable with homosexual people or anything (In fact, I haven't even thought about my own preferences) but because it would be just… ugh. Especially if I walked in on them.
Shit, I already thought about it! Oh, the burn. BURN. Okay, so let's go on- burn, burn, burn!
Right, now moving on, let's go back to the part when they both stared at me. We sat at the dinner table- It was actually the first time Lukas cooked something for us – and I was just looking down at my food, Fiskesuppe. It was a white soup based on milk, fish and vegetables, though it didn't look exactly appetizing. More like the dish screamed at me, 'Get out of here and don't bother me anymore!' I shuddered a bit at that, poking a bit of fish with my spoon. I had never been exactly food of seafood, since it usually gave me nausea. I could hear quiet mumbling coming from them, but I didn't really pay attention to what they were saying; at the moment I was too busy trying to think up of a way to eat the fish without them noticing how much I disliked it.
"Emil," Lukas' calm voice interrupted my thoughts. My head nearly immediately snapped up to gaze at them, the Norwegian maintaining his trademark stoic expression and Mathias giving me a somewhat-apologetic look. I asked them what the matter was by furrowing my eyebrows in uncertainty, waiting for their answer. "We have been talking, and… I think the best is for you to stay here with me." Lukas finished, his face unchanging, yet Mathias bit on his bottom lip as I leaned back against my chair, blinking. Just… What?
I remained silent, until Mathias spoke up. "I'm sure you'll like it here, Emi."
"Father, it's EmiL. With L." I said, I had never really liked it when people shortened my name, and it wasn't any different with him.
"Ja, listen… I've been with you for your whole life, and Lukas would like to spend some more time with you. Don't get me wrong, I still love you, and I will try to visit you as often as possible… But I don't really want to be a burden between you and Lukey."
And that's when I began to wonder if I was on drugs. I had never really even considered taking drugs, but really… Mathias being serious was a rare occurrence. There was a 0.0001 chance of him acting truly serious when drunk, but as far as I knew, he was perfectly sober right now.
I snapped back into reality just in time to see Lukas swat the back of his head, muttering something along the lines of 'no nicknames'. Now that I thought about it, why did Mathias just call him 'Lukey'? Another thing to add to my list of 'Reasons I think there's something they don't want to tell me'. I have plenty of reasons in my head, but I think I'll write down a few of them, just in case I forget.
Reasons I think there's something they don't want to tell me:
-Mathias staring at Lukas and smiling at him all the time (He does that with everyone, but when he looks at Lukas it's different; I don't even know why)
-Lukas constantly licking his lips and looking down (This is a normal thing to do, but I'll add it just because.)
-Mathias calling Lukas plenty of nicknames (Lukey, Luke, Luk-Luk, etcetera)
-Them acting weirder by the day
-Yesterday they practically bribed me to go to sleep by giving me licorice
-Mathias deciding for us to stay the whole summer vacation here with no apparent reason
And that's all I've got at the moment. It's kind of weird to suspect there's something up, seeing as Lukas constantly asks Mathias when he'll leave, but hey, if I'm right, at least I won't be caught off guard.
Returning to the present, Lukas took a spoonful of his Fiskesuppe before looking at my dish, his eyes silently asking why I hadn't even touched it. "I know this is hard for you, Emil." He said, his voice as monotonous as usual. "As you already know, Mathias will be staying here for the rest of the summer vacation, but then he has to return to Denmark because of his job… But he said he will visit you every weekend."
"Of course I am!" Mathias interrupted, his tone returning to its usual level of cheerfulness, causing Lukas to shoot him a glare.
"As I was telling you, son, when he comes you can go around town and explore, or I don't know, you can go to the city. Practically, it'll be as if we were a divorced couple, and as if I'd gotten the custody over you." Okay, now that was EXTREMELY suspicious. "The new school you'll attend is around one or two block from here; I'm sure you'll like it. Besides, in this neighborhood there are many kids around your age, go play outside or something. Mathias and I need to talk more about this."
I didn't really know what to think. In under ten minutes, I had went from poking at my soup to standing outside… I swear I didn't even notice when Lukas pushed me out of the house. I frowned once I realized I was outside, just in time to hear the door lock click, and began to pound frantically on the door. If there was one thing I hated more than I hated Mathias, it had to be the outdoors. "Hey! Let me in!"
"No, go play." Lukas replied in a monotonous voice.
"I don't want to!" I was a teenager, of course I didn't like to 'play'! "Now let me in!" Upon hearing no response, I quickly surrendered and leaned against the door, ending up sitting down on the doorsteps.
A moment later I began to look around, seeing the perfect blue sky, the shining summer sun and the leaves falling. It was quite a delightful sight… Damn happy weather.
Things only got worse when all of a sudden this Asian-looking kid decided to sit down next to me, speaking things without importance "…And I really want to eat some kimchi right now, da-ze~!" What he said was just as nonsensical as the odd curl that stuck out of the right side of his head. He had been babbling by around then minutes now, and the only thing I managed to catch on was that his name was Im Yong Soo, that he lived next door, and that all his brother's breasts belonged to him.
It was then that another Asian-looking boy, apparently shorter than him showed up, poking his back slightly with his foot. "Yong Soo, brother wants to talk to you." He said, his voice sounding just as bored as his facial expression looked. His gaze then flickered over to me, a shiver running down my spine at the way he was staring.
"Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer." I said once I'd grown tired of him staring, and believe me, it was quite hard not to stammer, seeing as I was utterly embarrassed. However, warmth spread across my cheek without my consent, causing me to look away instead.
"Whatever." He said. How rude! "Yong Soo, get moving. Brother didn't look happy."
Yong Soo lazily stood up and gave me a happy grin, "See you later! Wait… what's your name?"
"I'm Emil Steilsson."
"Goodbye, da-ze~!" He said, waving at me as I watched how the other boy practically dragged him over to the house next door.
Okay, living in Norway had seemed like a bad idea at the beginning.
And now I could be sure that it would be the worst thing that had ever happened to me.
A/N: Thank you all for reading! I'm very sorry for taking over a month to update… School's been pretty crazy, and I had a major writer's block. As you can see, I made this chapter a lot longer than the others as an attempt to compensate. However, I have plenty of ideas for the next chapter, and I should have it up within a week at most. No promises though. Still, I love you all, my wonderful readers! Remember, reviews are love!
