A/N:Not the greatest thing I've ever written but here goes or nothing.
I'm sorry if Isak seems a little too quick-witted but alcohol does wonders and he has thrown a few punches on the series, so...
Once again sorry for the mistakes, feel free to point them out.
Thank you for reading and feel free to leave comments!xx

Wednesday 10:30
Isak had skipped his lessons to go to the library to finish his biology assignment. To finish was a wrong term because he hadn't even started and it was due the very same day at three. Sana gave him zero help because he had skipped a couple of their study sessions to hang with Jonas and smoke weed. Isak had learned the hard way that he couldn't study at home because every road led to either FIFA or porn sites. In the library, he couldn't play just one match of FIFA and definitely couldn't watch porn.

"So, genetic mutations. You can do this, Isak," he muttered to himself but his concentration to the assignment was short-lived as he felt someone lean on the back of his chair making it creak almost inaudibly.
His nose caught a familiar sweet smell and he could recognize that voice anywhere. Slightly nasal and surprisingly high-pitched at times.

"You just keep showing up everywhere. Not excluding my home," Chris said chuckling. Isak rolled his eyes starting to browse through his biology book with a blind eye.

"Okay," Chris stated releasing his grip from the chair and circled to the other side of the small oval table and sat down, "it was a joke."

"Want me to pretend it was funny?" Isak asked without raising his eyes from his laptop's keypad. He was writing the title over and over again each time a bit differently and had no idea where to begin. Isak simply wanted to seem busy as last weekend had made him a little less keen on Chris' company.

"Only if you want to," Chris answered grabbing Isak's laptop turning it around. "Genetic mutations? When is it due?"

"At three," Isak answered truthfully trying to ease the tenseness of his shoulders by rubbing them.
"Today?" Chris asked lifting his gaze. The silence following his words was answer enough. "Worry not, Isakyaki. Behold you lord and saviour."

"You took biology?" Isak asked lifting his brows unintentionally.

"Is that so hard to believe?" the other asked while correcting the title.

"I thought your major was breaking chicks' hearts or something," Isak answered shrugging and felt himself stupid with his lame jokes.

"It comes naturally. It's called charm. You heard of it?" Chris answered grinning victoriously when Isak kicked him under the table half-heartedly. Isak tried to prevent himself from smiling but failed miserably.

"Chill. That was also a joke. Get a grip, will you," Christoffer puffed smiling and pushed the laptop back to Isak. Then he got up from his chair and dragged it next to Isak sitting beside him. Isak's nostrils were again instantly filled with his overly sweet smell.

"I'm about as observant as you can be so early," he said to his defence and opened web browser.

"My grandma has already done groceries, made dinner, walked her cat, yelled at the noisy children next door and made a pair of socks before ten and she's like 80 years old," Chris said drawing a confused but amused look from Isak.

"Are you comparing me to your grandma?"

"Both of you have white curly hair, Adidas jacket, dark circles under your eyes and are obsessed about me. You are practically the same person," Chris said nonchalantly and Isak's mouth fell open to a silent laughter.

"Are you going to help me or just be nasty?" Isak asked after pulling himself together.

"I think I can manage both," Chris assured pressing his leg against Isak's and Isak didn't pull away.

Throughout the next passing hours Isak had major trouble concentrating on anything but Chris. No matter how much he tried he always ended up staring at his profile mouth hanging slightly open and every once in a while, Chris glanced back at him sharing a quick smile or a wink.
Despite Isak's complete lack of concentration the assignment was ready before one o'clock. Isak saved the completed work and emailed it to his teacher before ceremoniously closing his laptop.
For some reason he was surprised by Chris' wide knowledge on the concerning topic while realizing how foolish it was. There must've been so many things Isak didn't know about Chris since they had never taken the time to actually get to know each other.

"Would you look at that. That little head of yours is capable of thinking after all," Chris said ruffling Isak's hair teasingly. Isak swatted the unwelcomed hands from his hair yelping.

"You're talking to Nissen's genius," he retorted stretching his hands and yawned.

"Yea? And you are talking to your God," the other teased getting up.

"One would think that God would have other matters to attend instead of helping seniors with their assignments. Is that why you never answer to prayers?" Isak asked gathering his stuff into his bag.

"You beg of me often?" Chris asked with an oddly beaming smile on his face.

"My god. I'm so tired I don't have a comeback. Your company is exhausting. Let's not do this every day," Isak sighed also getting up.

"What about every other?" Chris answered with a smile and Isak rolled his eyes.

"Shouldn't you be at the barracks, private Schistad?"

"Family matters," Chris answered enigmatically and was clearly unwilling to share his motives.

"Family matters?" Isak repeated not minding his evasive response, "have our parents gotten married without me noticing or why is doing my biology assignment a family matter?"

"I must've confused you with my grandma. My bad," Christoffer answered grinning but Isak saw something behind the empty grin. Or maybe he just saw how empty the grin itself really was. Something was definitely up or then he was just imagining it.

Friday 22:35
Isak had lost his friends in the club. He tried to look at his phone to see if one of them would have tried to reach him but unfortunately it had run out of battery. "Fuck me," Isak sighed stuffing the Iphone back to his pocket so aggressively one could've thought he blamed the phone for forgetting to recharge it.

He pushed past people until he reached a little enclosed space outside meant for smoking.
"Could you lend your phone? I've lost my friends and mine is dead," Isak asked from the first person he saw. The person was a young man and a head taller than him. After a closer observation, he recognised him to be ex-student at Nissen.

"Sorry, I don't speak gay," he retorted and then disregarded Isak completely turning his back to him. Isak felt adrenaline bursting through his veins as his heartrate quickened almost dangerously fast.

"The fuck you just said? Didn't your mom teach you manners?" Isak snarled pushing him a little to make sure he heard him and then everything happened fast. The guy turned around flinging his fist at Isak who was way too drunk to react in time but luckily someone got between them just in time and the fist didn't reach him. Isak was so buzzed by the situation that it was hard for him to make clear of the people standing around him or the noises caused by their brawl. The only things he could however make sense of were two words: fucking faggot.Isak snapped and flung himself furiously to the person who said it but never reached his target because there were two people between them. Christoffer Schistad and the bouncer.

The bouncer dragged Isak out of the smoking area and quite literally threw the skinny boy out on to the street. He didn't have the time to even think about going back in before someone already grabbed his hand just to make sure he wouldn't do just so.

"Calm the fuck down!" a familiar voice shouted as Isak's temper didn't seem to ease even after getting out of the situation. Isak was out of breath and tried to calm himself but couldn't help the anger bubbling inside of him. He was sick of people who judged others perhaps partly because he had also been pretty quick to pass judgement.

"The fuck happened in there? Are you stupid or what?" Chris asked all but kindly grabbing Isak by the shoulders.

"That fucking – "Isak started not being able to finish. He had nothing to say for his defence. He was on the wrong here and he knew that all too well. Violence wasn't a solution for anything but sometimes just for one or two seconds it slipped out of his mind and those seconds were all it took. He slapped Chris' hands off him.

"You can't pick a fight with a guy twice you size, Isak," Chris snarled wiping his mouth on his sleeve and Isak noticed his lower lip was swollen, bruised and bleeding. Had Chris defended him?

"I can't stand people like that," Isak said trying to justify his actions more to himself than Chris.

"Poor little Isak's feelings got hurt. Grow up," the older one snorted pushing Isak. Isak fell back a few steps furrowing his brows. He let out an involuntary gasp as he felt his anger returning.

"Are you taking his side?" Isak snarled taking back the few steps and pushed Chris back.

"Are you braindead?" Chris asked through gritted teeth and grabbed the chest of Isak's hoodie forcing him on tiptoes. "Get your head out of your ass and accept that this world has no shortage of assholes who will hurt you if you let them."

It was nothing he hadn't heard or said himself before. Somehow it always seemed like such a cliché; how you couldn't choose the things happening to you but only how you react to them. But it had a lot of truth in it despite the fact that a person couldn't exactly choose how to feel about certain things – only whether to act accordingly.

Isak swallowed under Chris' intense glare. His brown eyes seemed to be staring straight into his soul. Isak's gaze dropped to the bleeding lip.
Chris had defended him. Isak hated to admit it but something in that situation made him feel the tiniest bit aroused. It might have been the adrenaline or alcohol speaking – or both. But Chris' intense eyes and bruised face certainly had an effect. Also, the way in which he had protected him and scolded him did a number on him. He stared back at Chris not knowing what to say because Chris was right and Isak had a slight hard on, which had an unwanted influence on his train of thought.

Of course, Even had his back. Even went as far as to preventing these sorts of situations from happening. Christoffer's way of handling things just seemed so straight forward and different from Even's. It was concrete, so to speak. Even would never hit anyone for him.

Wait, no. Isak didn't want Even to hit anyone for him. Even would never do that and it was one of the many things Isak loved about him.

"Don't pick a fight if you can't punch," Chris said after a long silence and loosened his grip on Isak's hoodie. Isak wasn't aware that he had been holding his breath until blew the air out of his lungs to inhale fresh air.

They walked to the closest tram stop in silence with a few meters of space between them and sat down on opposite edges of the plastic bench.

Cold fresh air had cleared Isak's head and he felt embarrassed. He had not only ruined his own night but also Chris'. Besides this wasn't the first time he had gotten into trouble because of his temper. He knew he had to learn to control himself better and stop being so quick-witted. It wasn't a very good look.
Suddenly he remembered Jonas, Magnus and Mahdi who were possibly still looking for him in the club. He forced himself to look at Chris who was staring in the opposite direction.

"Could I borrow your phone?"
Without saying anything he took out his phone and gave it to Isak.
"Takk," Isak mumbled dialling in Jonas' number.

Christoffer: Hey, this is Isak. Felt sick, went home. I'll call you.

He pressed send and gave the phone back. Chris licked his bruised lip staring forward.

"Sorry about that," Isak said clearing his throat, "I might have issues."

"This is nothing. You should've seen the other guy," Chris answered laughing after a pause and Isak suddenly felt a ton lighter. Chris wasn't mad at him or keen on hearing about Isak's troubles, which he, to be honest, wasn't too keen on sharing. The night was cold and Isak shivered. He hadn't put enough clothes on. Raindrops fell on the shelter roof and Isak closed his eyes listening to the soothing sound. He leaned the back of his head against the timetable fastened on the glass.

"For the second time, I've saved you from a sticky situation," Isak heard Chris say and opened his eyes to find the other staring at him. Isak gave him a lazy smile and asked:

"What happens after he climbs the tower and rescues her?"

"She recues him right back," Chris answered somehow sounding unsure.

Isak flinched at his words and he thought of Even and that night in the hotel suite. He had a funny feeling in his stomach but didn't really know why. Maybe it was some kind of a sick joke. Universe was punishing him for thinking Chris in a nonplatonic way. So it must've been. Maybe in some universe some Chris and Isak were kissing heatedly right now. Isak would taste blood on the other's lips and Chris' hands would be burning hot on his skin. But in this universe Even was missing him in LA and Isak had no intention to ruin their relationship. And in this universe, it was only a quote from a movie. Not a sign, just an empty quote that had no ulterior meanings.

"I didn't actually save you."

Isak turned his gaze back to Chris.

"I didn't step in to save you but to punch some sense into that fuckface. Nobody talks to my friends like that."
Isak puffed out a laughter thinking about Chris' earlier preach and said: "I didn't think you'd be so hypocritical." In spite of his words Isak felt a tingly feeling in his guts.

"I'm allowed to pick a fight 'cause I know how to punch," Chris retorted smiling.

"Look who's talking, Kylie Jenner"

"Auch," Chris grimaced touching his lips as if the words had done real damage.

"Karma is a bitch."