Lying there on the ground, Isak's face flushes with an anger and outrage only that Næsheim kid can inspire in him. He lets Mahdi help him up to his seat, and settles back to glare at the back of his perfectly coiffed head. His eyes narrow whenever Even turns to glare at him, which is surprisingly frequent for a boy who hates him.
"Dude, you have to say something. He can't just keep treating you like shit." Mahdi, ever the voice of reason, needs to back off. Isak can't just snitch.
"I'm not some kind of pussy, man. I can handle one homophobe." Isak ignores Mahdi's rant about how 'the pussy is one of the strongest things on the planet, and he needs to give it the respect it deserves,' and instead focuses on Even. There was a time when that name set off butterflies in his stomach. A small, first year Isak often watched him cross the schoolyard on the mornings he got there early enough. It all went to shit after Emma outed him, though, and while he doesn't regret it now, he still wishes it didn't happen. That he could have done it quietly and on his own terms, and he could continue to pine after the prettiest straight boy he'd ever seen.
Even's a massive dick, though, so it's alright. And no matter how beautiful he is, Isak still hates him.
"Hi, baby." Marianne Valtersen is a powerhouse of a woman. And it's not uncommon for her to be rushing out at odd hours, taking every house call that comes her way. Isak wants to be just like her when he's older.
"Hei, mom." She kisses his head and turns back to look through her bag, probably missing her RX pad (she loses it at least twice a day).
"Work?" There are cookies from one of her patients on the table and Isak helps himself to three.
"Hm? Yeah. I got a house call up in the mountains, so you probably shouldn't expect me back until late. Try not to trash the house while I'm gone, yeah?" He grins up at her, scrunching his nose. His mom is the best person he knows.
"Well, shit. Jonas and I already invited the entire school over. I guess I'll just have to let everyone down, now. Have I ever told you that you're stunting my social growth?" Marianne throws her head back, and Isak giggles with her.
"There's leftovers in the fridge, but you can order pizza when the boys come over."
"I never said they were."
"Isak, baby, you don't have any other friends." Nevermind. His mom is cancelled. Not the best. The absolute worst.
She leaves with loud, wet kiss on his cheek and a cheerful wave. Isak bounds to the kitchen in search of food, but gives up when his phone starts to go off.
Jonas
Is, you gotta talk to someone about Even
Mahdi
Seriously man
Magnus
What di he do
*did
Isak
Mahdi stfu jonas isn't my mom
He did nothing
Mahdi
I can tell her too if it'll mean you'll do smth
We care about you
Loser
Isak
Sniiiitcchhh
But don't tell her. I'm handling it
Asshole
Jonas
Handling it? Dude all you do is fight with him
And fuck yeah I'm your mom. Who feeds you when she's working?
Isak
Fuck off
And can we stop talking about him?
He's irrelevant
Magnus
Is it cuz ur gay?
I heard he's homophobic. Vilde told me that it's probably a hate crime
Jonas are you my mom too?
Jonas
No.
Only Isak. :D
Isak
You told Vilde?!
Magnus
:( Jonnaaaaaassss
And ja
No secrets between us
Mahdi
Lol it's ok, I'm your mom Mags
And as your mom I'm grounding you.
Isak
You guys aren't allowed to come over anymore.
Jonas
So we should be there at 17?
Isak
I have so much homework to do
Mahdi
I got some really good shit yesterday
Isak
18. I want to at least get through some of it
Magnus
yESSS!
"How are you doing, though? Like for real." Jonas has a way of asking something without really asking, and a lot of the time it makes Isak want to run and hide, but with his head foggy from the smoke, (or was it just the room?) Isak wants to give in. He does, because it's Jonas, and it's quiet and he's warm and that pizza was damn good.
"Good. I mean, I don't love the situation. But it could be a lot worse." He half shrugs before taking a long drag and then passing on the joint.
"It seems pretty bad now. I don't know what worse would look like."
"There's another universe where he's awful. More than this one. He's probably a serial killer there. Hey, maybe I'm like some kind of Harley Quinn and we're in love or some shit. I look really good in booty shorts, though." They both laugh silently, shoulders shaking, but Jonas is some kind of Dr. Phil and when he's cleared his throat, there's that I'm going to advise you now, kid look in his eyes.
"Ok, but we're in this universe. And we have the entire year to get through. It would be nice if you could go a week without bruises."
"They build character." Isak mumbles, not really feeling the weed anymore. He just wants to sleep.
"Who told you that? Eskild?" Isak rolls his eyes. Eskild would never say something like that.
"You have to get over your thing with Eskild, man. He's a good guy. He likes to pretend he's all hard and military, but he's a teddy bear." Built like a rock, though. Eskild is more than a mentor; he's a brother, but Jonas doesn't see that.
They let Mahdi deal with Magnus' 'is teddy bear gay slang?' and Isak's head lolls back.
"Yeah, ok. Still. I'm not letting it go." He really wishes Jonas would, though.
"Fine, but can we sleep now? I'm so tired."
Somehow they all end up in Isak's bed, tangled in each other. Every neck is going to be so sore tomorrow, but Isak falls asleep with a smile on his face.