A/N: This chapter has drug usage(weed) in it just a friendly warning.
Also I have to say it is pretty hard to write down the thoughts of a high person ( I'm not admitting that any of this comes from experience because I am a good law-obedient citizen!) without shit getting too retarded but I tried my best.
The lyrics are from N.W.A:s song Straight outta Compton.
Once again sorry about the mistakes.

Hope you'll enjoy this chapter! Thank's for reading!xx

August 2017

Friday 20:06

"Chill, Isak. The dude's probably just busy," Jonas said after getting fed up watching Isak constantly stare at his phone.

"I know but it's just the first time he hasn't texted me about his day. I know it's no biggie, but," Isak said without finishing his sentence.

"But you're afraid you'll stop keeping in touch all together?" Jonas finished the sentence for him and Isak nodded taking a sip from his beer. Isak drummed the small table with his fingers because he had no idea what else to do with them if he wasn't allowed to touch his Iphone.

"Look, I think that you couldn't get rid of him even if you wanted to. You have no idea how disgusting he is when he talks to us about you. So, stop that stressing because it's starting to stress me out."
Isak smiled inadvertently at his friend's words and nodded:

"Okay, sorry man."

"Serr?" Jonas laughed in disbelief, "I've watched you pull out your hair for weeks and that was all it took to stop it? Isak – you know what?"
Isak shrugged innocently.

"Me and the guys didn't say anything 'cause you were so out of it but this has to stop. We can't handle any more of your angst and the last drop was a dick pic that Even sent to our group chat," Jonas said stressing the words group chat and dick pic.
Isak's eyebrows rose to his hairline and the corners of his mouth curled up. A somewhat malicious laughter with a hint of embarrassment escaped his lips.

"Serr? How did I not notice?" Isak asked after getting back his faculty of speech.

"He deleted it after we pointed it out and as good friends, like we are, we decided not to embarrass you," Jonas said amused, "and as you best friend I have to also tell you that I think Magnus saved the picture."
Isak had just been taking a long gulp from his beer and almost choked on it after hearing the rest of Jonas' sentence.

"Are you kidding?"
Jonas grinned taking a sip from his own beer before shrugging. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Isak repeated wiping some beer from his face with his sleeve. Their conversation was disrupted abruptly by the ringing of the doorbell. Isak squinted his eyes at Jonas before getting up to answer the door.

"Did someone order a parteyy?!" Magnus yelled as the door opened. He waved a bag of beer on one hand and a small bag of weed, which Mahdi confiscated quickly, on the other.
Isak wondered for a second and then shook his head:

"Nei. Def. nei."

Magnus looked very defeated and lifted his hand dramatically on top of his heart when Isak started closing the door. When the door reopened Magnus attacked Isak with a hug and one kiss on each cheek. Isak laughed patting him on the back.

"Hey, bro," Mahdi smiled doing a bro-handshake with Isak before walking in. In the living room Jonas had already opened Isak's PlayStation and FIFA. Although Isak wasn't really in the mood for a party he appreciated the company and distraction. Staring at his phone in hopes for messages from Even was driving him insane.
The more he drank alcohol the less he remembered to miss Even and the more he laughed with his friends.
22:45
"Isak knows," Magnus said waking Isak from his slumber, "enlighten us." Isak watched his friends open-mouthed.

"No need to be prude. We're all friends here. Spill!" Magnus rooted for him smacking even more confused Isak on the back. Isak wasn't sure if he even wanted to know what was going on but his confused look and the strained silence gave away that he hadn't listened.

"What's it like to give a blowjob?" Magnus repeated his question making Isak's eyebrows furrow. Mahdi and Jonas said nothing but shared an amused look. Isak smacked his lips a couple of times pondering the question hanging over them. Finally, after a long silence he shrugged without knowing how to give an exhaustive answer:

"It's okay."

"'It's okay'? Okay? Isak, we've all seen Even's junk," Magnus said visibly disappointed with the answer.

Isak let out an awkward giggle when he felt all eyes on him.
"I guess it's good fun. I mean if you don't force it too deep," he said intending to end the conversation but Magnus still wasn't quite satisfied.

"Can't you, well, you know," Magnus started looking for the right term.

"Deeptrhoat?" Mahdi suggested suddenly mildly more interested in the conversation.

"That's it!" Magnus said snapping his finger excitedly. Isak took a long deep breath and rolled his eyes:

"Well, you have to relax you throat and get rid of gagging reflexes. I'm almost a master."

"For real?" Magnus asked eyes wide and he handed Isak an empty soda bottle. Jonas chuckled into his beer taking out his phone. "This I have to send to Even."

"Huh? No?" Isak said taking turns to look at Magnus and the soda bottle.

"Isak, Isak, Isak," Magnus rooted for him drumming the table rhythmically. Mahdi joined in on the drumming and Jonas used all his concentration to keep his phone steady.

"Fine! Shut the fuck up and watch me do magic," Isak said finally and grabbed the transparent plastic bottle. He liked his lips somewhat suggestively looking at Jonas' phone's camera before taking the bottle ever so slowly into his mouth. He winked for the camera and the other three held their breaths in anticipation. Isak broke the magic of the moment pulling the bottle out of his mouth laughing:

"I was just kidding you jäevlä pervs."

"Fy faen!" Magnus gasped covering his face with his hands, "no homo but that was like the most erotic thing I've ever seen."
00:23
Music was loud and the house packed with drunk people. To that moment they had drunk beer and smoked weed all but too little. Isak had to grab a coat hanger for stability when Eva hugged him equally drunk. To Isak it really felt more like a tackle and less like a hug. After slithering out from Eva's hands he started to push through people in hopeless effort to find a toilet. Only after opening the third door that didn't lead into a bathroom he realized he had no idea whose party they were attending. Upstairs he got lost in a bedroom and gave up his search realizing he didn't have to go anymore. It was one of nature's mysteries how one's bladder had the ability to just forget it was full. He took a picture from an antique dresser and sat on the king-sized bed to study it. Only familiar face on the family picture was Christoffer Schistad. While focusing on the picture he spilled some of his beer onto the expensive-looking cover.

"Fuck," he mumbled to himself trying to undo some of the damage with his sleeve.

"Do you always sniff around other people's houses or just mine?"
Isak turned to the origin of the voice with a guilty look on his face. He returned the picture back to its place.

"Sniff around? Me? I don't think so," Isak asked pointing at himself with an awkward smile. He stood between the bed and dresser too embarrassed to sit down or leave. Chris raised his other eyebrow nodding slowly without even attempting to hide his amusement. He casted Isak an evaluating look and Isak was shrinking under it. Chris wasn't Isak's favourite person after hooking up with Emma at Sana's Id-party. Even though Jonas and Eva didn't really seem to mind, Isak was annoyed that Chris had had the nerve to ask Jonas for advice even though he wasn't serious with Eva.

"Where's your Ken? I thought you are a package deal nowadays. No Barbie without Ken, "Chris said sitting down on to the edge of the bed.

"Actually, Barbie and Ken are divorced," Isak corrected lowering his almost empty beer can on to the dresser, "you can't buy them in the same package anymore."

"Have you broken up?" Chris asked sounding surprised.

"No," Isak huffed out a laughter, "I was literally talking about Barbie and Ken. It wasn't a figure of speech."

"Right. Of course, you were," the other sneered.

"This song!" Isak gasped and a silence fell between them as Chris apparently tried to make sense of the song playing downstairs.

"N.W. A? You are literally so white that if you'd be any whiter you'd be transparent."

"You say that because you haven't heard my sick rapping skills," Isak grinned, "my soul is black."

"Well, enlighten me then, Isakyaki," Christoffer said looking at him expectantly. Isak listened to the song trying to hear the lyrics.

"Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga

More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger

I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this

But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this

But I don't give a fuck," Isak rapped lazily trying to keep himself serious but lost the battle breaking out in a laughter mid-verse. Chris clapped his hands slowly, almost slowly enough to be sarcastic but a charming smile took away the maliciousness from his reaction.

"Don't hipsters usually listen to something meaningful? I mean, you could rap about rainforests or the extinction of beetles."

"I'm a hipster?" Isak asked drinking the rest from his beer that was already room temperature and gross. He squinted his nose at the taste involuntarily.

"Textbook sample really," Chris teased offering his own beer to Isak.

"Keep talking føkkboy," Isak retorted, happily accepting the beer. He was oddly aware of how their fingers brushed for the slightest moment on the cold surface of the beer can. It was as if he could feel it with his every atoms' electron shell. Electromagnetic interaction… Isak thought about it and how nothing really never touched anything. From their point of view, it looked like their finger had touched but if he could have been able to zoom close enough he could've seen how their atoms didn't really touch each other but interacted electromagnetically from a small distance from each other.

"Are Jonas and Eva a thing?"

Isak shrugged absentmindedly only half awaken from his thoughts: "But your chances were gone after you hooked up with Emma in front of her."

"My chances? Eva didn't want to date me anyway," Chris answered looking at Isak evidently a lot more drawn into their conversation now that it was about Eva.

"And yet you asked Jonas for advice even though you didn't have a chance?" Isak asked with a suspicious look on his face. Chris stretched his neck swallowing an awkward laughter.

"He told you?"
Isak rolled his eyes. Of course, Jonas had and it had to be clear to Christoffer too.

"Sorry about Emma. I didn't know she was you ex," he said after a moment of silence and lifted the gaze of his deep brown eyes to Isak's green eyes. Chris seemed to be truly sorry. There was something sweet in the brown eyes and they smelled funny. Hang on, smelled? Isak involuntarily furrowed his brows to his own thoughts.

"Fuck Emma. But if you are looking for comfort please seek it from someone else than Eva, okay?" he answered emptying the beer can.

"Like from you?" Chris asked grinning.

"Yes," Isak answered before realizing what Chris had asked, "no, no, nei. My point was that don't disturb Eva because you clearly aren't into her." He felt a slight warmth on the apples of his cheeks and it spread through his body like wildfire. Suddenly his brains felt light – as if his thoughts were pouring out of his tilted head. Or was the room tilted? Chris smelled of summer.

Apparently the weed he had smoked a while ago was starting to have effect.

"Thanks for the beer," Isak said before quickly stumbling out of the room heart racing. He could hear his blood rushing in his ear.

"Good talk," he heard Chris yell after him.

In the hall he ran straight into someone.

"I've been looking for you," Jonas said wiping spilled beer from his trousers and Isak stared right through him deep in thought. His heartbeats hummed in his head and he felt feeble. He also felt as if someone was watching him – someone in addition to Jonas. From the little crack on the floor level. Jonas' hand broke Isak's eye contact with the crack just when Isak was pretty sure the police had installed a camera there to catch him under the influence. He laughed quietly at his thoughts once more but really just as a decoy. He still wasn't certain if the idea was stupid or brilliant. Which was it? Weed paranoia, something shouted from the back of his head.

"Isak?"
Isak's attention was drawn to his name and he saw Jonas' furrowed brows. "I think you might have smoked too much." Isak answered with a short laughter even though he hadn't really listened to him.

"Did you know that the angler male is born without a digestive system?" Isak remembered suddenly and felt it was urgent to share his knowledge with his friend who answered his question with an amused laughter while trying to force Isak's almost closed eyelids open with his fingers.

"Hello? Is there anybody in there?"

"And it has to find a female to who it can attach itself to. Then it starts to excrete enzymes, which makes their blood circulations unite. And then after they mate, the male just stops being and becomes a part of the female. Like how sick is that, right?" Isak finished his story wide eyed.

"Wow, Mahdi's shit was strong," Jonas answered, "luckily we aren't anglers then."
Would Christoffer Schistad want to implant himself to him even though he wasn't a female. Isak huffed out a relieved laughter when he suddenly remembered they were humans with independent digestive systems.

"Lucky."

Monday 8:20
Isak watched Chris kissing Emma beside his car but quickly averted his gaze when Chris noticed him. Shouldn't Christoffer be at the barracks?

"Isak?" Jonas called but it didn't have any effect. Magnus swatted Isak's red snapback so that it fell to the ground.

"Thinking about anglers?" Magnus asked grinning.

"Is everything okay?" Jonas asked cocking his eyebrows. Isak snatched his snapback from the ground and cleaned it with his sleeve before putting it back on.

"Sure. Sleep debts," he answered trying to sound care-free. However, it had taken Isak a bit too long to answer so Jonas just shared a look with Mahdi dropping the issue.

"Okay."

A heavy silence fell between them an Isak hoped he could've just sank through the asphalt all the way to hell if there was one. He had no desire to discuss how instead of anglers he had been thinking about Christoffer and how he was pretty sure he had flirted with him at the party.
"Vilde – "Mangus started but didn't get any further before the other three groaned in unison and got up from the benches.

"What?" Magnus asked innocently, "I don't talk about her that much, do I?"

"You are even more disgusting than Isak and Even and no offence," Mahdi said glancing at Isak who squinted his eyes with a playful smile ghosting on his lips, "but that is an achievement."

"You are just jealous. When was the last time you got laid?" Magnus retorted looking at his phone and judging by the look on his face texting Vilde.

"It's because I have taste," Mahdi slipped biting his cheek obviously unaware if insulting Vilde was way over the limit of a good banter.

"Hei, hei, hei, Mahdi, man," Isak said punching Mahdi playfully on the shoulder. Magnus' mouth fell open and confusion as well as amusement was visible on his face. He sat on the bench open mouthed even when the others had almost made it through the yard. He came up with a good comeback critically too late and decided to save it for another day.