A/N: I'm so sorry that this chapter contains so much texting, kids these days am I right?
I hope you don't find this dull :(
Once again I'm awfully sorry for all the possible mistakes.
Thank you so much for reading and feel free to leave a comment! xx
Saturday12:50
Kattehookern og venner…:
Mahdi: Where'd you go Isak?
Magnus: Someone saw you in a fight?"
Are you okay? In one piece?
And most importantly: Why'd you send a text from Penetratos-Chris' phone?
Jonas: Chill dudes
Mahdi: Not gonna happen. Magnus has zero chill
Magnus: Whaaaa? I've got plenty of chill
I've got so much chill I'm always stiff ;)
Jonas: eww, too much info
Mahdi: ^
Magnus: answer Isak! I wanna know everything
Isak closed his phone's screen sighing deeply. He collapsed on to the bed hungry but too lazy to make food. He thought about his phone call with Even who had seemed a bit off, distant even, and Isak started to fear the worst. What if he was manic or depressed or had found someone else? He had a hard time deciding which option he hated the most.
He heard his phone buzz again and crawled out of the bed to look. Not like he had anything better to do.
PChristoffer: You alive?
Isak had to read the message at least three times before he realized what it said. Since when had Chris started texting him? They hadn't been in contact after the Yakuza-problem and hardly kept contact even then. They hadn't in fact talked almost at all after it besides during the last few weeks.
Isak: more or less
Takk for sist
PChristoffer: My pleasure
Punched anyone on the way home, Muhammad Ali?
Isak rolled his eyes smiling.
Isak: I'm blocking you now
it was nice knowing you
Pchristoffer: it was a joke
don't be so uptight
Isak: but not a funny one at that
PChristoffer: Okay, so you wanna hear a funny joke?
Isak: No, not really
PChristoffer: pffft
What do a penis and a Rubik's Cubes have in common?
Isak: wow, so smooth
PChristoffer: The more you play with it, the harder it gets.
Isak: I mean that's not even true
PChristoffer: I know you laughed a little
Isak: Nei
Pchristoffer: at least smiled
Isak: Goodbye
PCHristoffer: Okay. I will tell 1 more joke. If you don't laugh you can block me, ok?
Isak: Serr?!
PChristoffer: ok, ok u ready?
Isak: As ready as I'll ever be
PChristoffer: What did the hurricane say to the coconut tree?
Hold on to your nuts, this ain't no ordinary blowjob.
Isak had been smiling stupidly throughout their conversation but realized it only when trying not to laugh at the lame joke.
Isak: Have I told you how exhausting you are?
PChristoffer: You have trouble sleeping and I'm exhausting. Match made in heaven
Isak furrowed his brows. How did Chris know anything about any of Isak's problems? For a second he wanted to ask Eva about it but decided against it. He didn't want to explain why he was texting with Chris and when he thought about it he concluded that Chris and Eva's relationship didn't seem like a one built on words.
Isak: Trouble sleeping?
Pchristoffer: Lol, you're practically a zombie. There are some things you can't hide
Isak really had no idea whether he was supposed to be irritated that Chris thought he knew him or taken aback by the fact that he was observant enough to be able to tell he was suffering from insomnia. Conclusion or not, Isak had butterflies in his stomach, which first picked up his mood and then lowered it twice as much. He knew Christoffer was straight but couldn't deny hoping he wasn't. Or actually he could and that is just what he did – denied the shit out of it but it didn't make it less true.
Isak: Love you
Isak stared at the chat biting his lip almost nervously.
Even: love you too baby
everything okay?
Isak: Not until you are here
Even: I miss you too
Only a few weeks! Can't wait
Then I'll fuck you in the hallway because I can't go on even an inch :)
Deep purple rose on Isak's cheeks and he felt his hands sweating.
Isak: I'll keep that in mind
Even: Me too, baby. All the time
A lonely tear fell on Isak's rosy cheek and he felt his consciousness clear a little when he noticed how much he really missed Even. Everything about him.
Kattehookern og venner…:
Isak: I'll tell you later
And eww, save something for Vilde
Monday 16:40
PChristoffer: No, no. I can drop it omw home. Give me your address?
Isak: I'll come get it if you tell me where?
Pchristoffer: Don't make this hard. What are you so afraid of?
That I'll sing serenades under your balcony?
Isak: Why am I always Julia
PChristoffer: ?
Isak: nvm [instert Isak's address here]. I'm home all day
PChristoffer: Got it
Before he really thought about it he started cleaning up. He gathered all the dishes, threw half eaten meals to the bin, opened the windows and put his dirty clothes into the laundry basket. Suddenly he remembered that it was just Christoffer who was coming over and he didn't have the need to impress him. In fact, Chris wouldn't even come inside so it wouldn't matter if his place was messy. In fact, Isak didn't plan to tidy up at all and even threw a couple clothes from the laundry basket back to the floor just to assure himself.
He crashed on to the messy bed opening the PlayStation and Call of Duty Back Ops II. He had only gotten to the menu before someone knocked at the door. Isak waited for a moment before getting up and walked ever so slowly to get the door. He was suddenly so nervous and he hated how Chris made him feel. He leaned to the wall staring at the door as if waiting for something to happen while fiddling with his fingers. Even though Isak made him wait a good whole minute or two Chris didn't knock again.
Nor did he leave apparently.
"Halla," Chris greeted after Isak had opened the door. Isak had butterflies in his stomach.
"Halla," he answered without smiling and after that a silence fell between them. Not one of those nice comfortable silences but the awkward kind. In this silence, they stared at each other.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Chris asked after apparently getting tired of waiting for an invitation.
Isak made room in the doorway and then cursed himself firstly because he hadn't managed to say no and secondly that he hadn't cleaned up. Chris walked past him to the small hall and Isak shut the door behind them. He closed his eyes to take a few deep breaths to psych himself while also trying to release all tension from his body (and the weird tingly feeling from the bottom of his tummy).
"Nice place," Chris said kicking his shoes off inviting himself further.
"Takk," Isak answered even though he wasn't sure if it was just a joke disguised as a compliment. He had a hard time reading the other's intentions and the reason why this person suddenly wanted to spend time with him in the first place was beyond him. He followed Chris into the living room but seozed in the doorway to look at how Chris cleared plenty of stuff from the edge of the bed before sitting on it casually like they had planned to spend the evening.
"Call of duty? I figured you as a NHL-guy."
"FIFA is better," Isak said still spectating as the other reached to grab a controller from the floor.
"You have another controller?" Chris asked.
"Huh?"
"Do you have another controller?" Chris repeated more slowly waving the controller in his hand.
"You want to get your ass beaten in COD too?" Isak grinned.
"I guess I'm a masochist," the older boy answered nonchalantly. It took Isak a while of looking around but he managed to find another controller. He pushed all of the junk from the bed to the floor and sat next to Chris joining the game.
"Yees, Nuketown! You're gonna get fucked!" Chris said delightedly at the sight of the loading screen and winked at Isak.
"I wish," Isak retorted smiling and Christoffer gave a short laughter in honour of the lame joke. Both smiles vanished as soon as the match began. Isak kept glancing at Chris from the corner of his eye without being able to concentrate on the game. He was losing but didn't find it in him to actually care. He couldn't tell what was it that suddenly made Chris so intriguing.
"Fucking ping," Isak grunted after being sure to have shot a player on the head with a sniper but who then shot back killing him.
"We are on the same internet and I'm not having issues," Chris pointed out gleefully bumping his shoulder against Isak's.
"Whatever, I'll still beat you," Isak swore waving his controller so that Chris had to constantly dodge his head to see what was going on in the game. After a while of playful wrestling the match ended with Chris on the top.
"Fuck yes!" he laughed victoriously lifting his hands in the air in a celebratory manner, "you cheated and still lost."
"Well if it was FIFA, you would've lost," Isak mumbled trying to act like he cared and turned off the console. Again, a silence fell upon them but this time it wasn't as uncomfortable. It was almost comfortable. Almost.
"Are you going to offer me a drink?" Chris asked putting his controller aside.
"Are you always like this when you visit someone?"
"Only if the host has no manners," Chris answered with a slight grin.
Isak slouched to the kitchen and cringed when he opened the refrigerator. It stank as it had been unattended. Isak hadn't done groceries in a while.
"Want a beer?" he shouted.
"Sure, thanks."
Next moment they were sitting silently on the edge of the bed side by side with beer cans on their hands. Chris was looking at the drawings on the wall more or less interested and Isak was staring at his can.
"Did Even draw those?" Chris asked and Isak turned his head to look at the drawings as if he wouldn't have otherwise known what the other one was talking about. He just nodded smiling.
"Very… unique," Chris said lowering his hand on the bed right next to Isak's – finger ghosting a touch on Isak's who quickly withdrew his own hand although he knew the touch had been accidental. Still it sent shivers down Isak's spine and made his heart race.
"Why aren't you at the barracks?" Isak asked.
"Opening of an envelope*," Chris answered evasively still looking at the drawings.
Somehow it grinded Isak's gears how unwilling Chris was to share anything of importance with Isak. In a way, he understood but then again why did Chris want to be in his company if he didn't want to share anything about himself. It wasn't as if Chris would've been a top-secret spy or something so Isak didn't see why it seemed like such a big deal to him. Besides, at this point Isak was pretty sure Chris had chosen to spend time with him specifically because something was bothering him. Why not just get it over with?
Isak bit his lip wondering if it would be all right for him to ask but decided against it – knowingly risking that he would sound unwilling to hear about Chris' issues.
"You must be glad William is back."
Finally, Chris' gaze landed on Isak as he shrugged.
"He spends most of his time with Noora and I sure as hell don't want to watch 'the honeymoon-thing' they've got going on."
"What about Emma?" Isak asked trying to sound like he didn't really care but just asked for courtesy. He figured that his deception wasn't successful for the look on Chris' face changed a little towards amusement.
"What about Emma?"
"Don't you have that 'honeymoon-thing' going on?"
"Nei. She's a bit too… keen," Chris answered after a moment of pondering and Isak knew what he meant. After that Chris finished his beer and got up. He went through his pockets and then threw Isak's ID card to his lap.
"Thanks for the beer, Isakyaki."
A/N2: *I tried to figure out an equivalent for a Finnish idiom Kissanristiäiset, which means like an "unnecessary party" or some bullshit that doesn't matter, something unimportant, "christening of a cat" is the straight translation. Not sure if I succeeded in my quest though XD It has a bit different tone to it but I figured it was good enough...
And I copied the jokes from a website dedicated specifically to lame jokes. (My kind of a website, haha.)