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Friday
“I don't want to be here,” Isak whined, receiving shoves on his shoulders from both sides. He stopped walking, and so did the boys surrounding him, turning to look in exasperation. “Look,” Isak started, and they all rolled their eyes and opened their mouths to protest. “Can't I just go home?” he continued, voice lifting to accommodate their groans. “I don't want to be at a party tonight, you douchebags, if you make me go you know I'll only bitch the whole time.” He just wanted to be in bed watching Stranger Things for the tenth time on his laptop.
“You have to meet this guy, Isak!” Magnus said, jumping up with the force of his intentions. “He's great.”
“Why are you guys always trying to get me laid?” Isak asked, closing his eyes and turning his face skyward.
“Because you refuse to take the initiative to get yourself laid,” answered Jonas. Isak made a face at him and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
“I don't want to meet your fucking drug dealer friend,” he tried to protest, but they were all three pushing him, so he just went with it. They weren't going to let him wallow by himself in their apartment tonight, which was irritating. In high school, when he was closeted and sad and keeping up appearances, he would go to parties a lot. Now he just felt... old, and tired. And he was only nineteen. He'd spent so much of his youth pretending to be someone he wasn't that now he wanted to be who he was: an insecure gay kid who hated being around other people and liked laying in his shared apartment with bags of Cheetos and gummy bears.
“You'll love him,” Mahdi said, and Isak hated that he said that. They were always pretending to know his type, when he'd never even entertained the idea of introducing them to the guys he fucked. Because they weren't nice guys, and his roommates would have tried protecting him, and telling him what's good for him, and that he deserved better. He didn't want to be told he deserved better, because he didn't. And having people care about him was still such a foreign notion that it made him more uncomfortable than the bruises left all over his body. He was used to abuse. He wasn't used to someone telling him he shouldn't be.
“I don't think so,” Isak answered, letting himself be pushed to the counter with vodka bottles. He filled a solo cup halfway with foul-smelling liquid and followed the boys through the crowd, until they were against a wall and the boys were all peering up on their toes above the sea of heads, presumably searching for whoever this weed-dealing casanova was.
Isak had absolutely no interest in meeting this guy. He was content with having in-the-dark sex with strangers, even if it was way rougher than he'd ever want. He was not looking for someone sweet who'd treat him right that his friends liked. He wasn't looking for love, or anything. He was looking for the quick, hard, into the pillow fucks he was getting, with guys whose last names he didn't know.
“There he is!” Mahdi yelled above the music—too loud and too forceful and too fucking harsh, bass thumping so hard we could feel it a block away.
Isak couldn't help but follow his pointed finger, but while Jonas and Magnus lit up in recognition, Isak only saw the sea of people. Grinding and dancing, standing and talking, leaning in close to be heard above the music. Couples making out against the walls, people shouting nonsense, groups of girls crowding into circles to avoid talking to the guys that handed them a beer in hopes of getting in their pants. He smiled when he saw some girls from their apartment building waving to them, but soon there was someone tall in front of Mahdi, to Isak's left, and he turned and looked up.
Fine. The guy was hot. But instead of being appreciative of this fact, Isak found himself annoyed. God, the least this apparent nice dude could do was be unattractive.
Isak took a long, burning swig of his vodka, because he was being ridiculous. The guy was lean and built and tall, taller even than Isak, and he had a nice face and nice hair, and he was smiling at Isak's friends who had been talking about him nonstop since they met him three weeks ago. Isak took another drink, looking down at his cup so that if the guy looked at him he wouldn't have to make eye contact, listening hard to the music so that he wouldn't have to listen to his roommates.
Mahdi tugged on his arm and Isak followed him as he followed Magnus and Jonas and the tall weed dealer to the back of the house, onto a large back porch where they could finally breathe and hear.
“Dude, this is the guy,” Magnus said to Isak when he was crowded against the railing, his roommates surrounding him and the guy standing a respectful distance from the huddle until Magnus grabbed his arm and pulled him closer.
“Yeah?” Isak said, for lack of anything better to say. Isak nodded at the guy, and he smiled.
“I'm Even,” he said, sticking out his hand.
Isak shook it, not wanting to, and avoided eye contact, but said, “Isak.” When he looked back up at Even, he was smiling like he knew something Isak didn't. Isak almost couldn't help but smile back, so he ducked his head to do so.
“Isak's got a double major,” Magnus was saying, and Isak rolled his eyes at his drink and turned around to lean over the other end of the railing and look into the tiki-lit backyard, littered with beer bottles. He could still hear them talking about him, though, bragging about him as if he wasn't there. He'd heard enough about Even the twenty-one-year-old art major that he didn't really believe that this was the first time Even was hearing that Isak was an nineteen-year-old biochem major. But he just said, “Oh?” at the right times during their stories. “Isak lives with us in the apartment. Isak works as a lab assistant. Isak wants to be a researcher.”
“Stop,” Isak said, finally turning around. His roommates turned to look at him, and Even looked like he already had been. “That's enough,” Isak continued. “Go inside and... fucking, have fun. I'm gonna wait out here until it's time to go.” He nodded his head once at Even. “Nice to meet you.”
He smiled and nodded back, then said, “We can go back inside,” to Isak's friends, and followed them back into the house, looking over his shoulder at Isak and winking poorly, like he'd saved his ass. He kind of had. They wouldn't have listened to Isak.
Fuck. He turned back around, and he pulled a joint from his pocket, and he tried not to think about anything.
Saturday
Isak went into the living room only because Jonas had texted him after leaving their shared bedroom to come out. Immediately after he got out there, he wished he had just stayed in bed.
“No,” Isak said, starting to turn around. He had homework to do, and he had an exam on Monday to study for.
“No no no, dude,” Jonas said, sitting on the couch. “We're not going out.”
Isak eyed them, still hungover from the night before. “Then why are you dressed like you're trying to impress someone?” Fuck. Oh fuck. “What the hell,” he groaned. “Did you invite that guy over?”
“Just to smoke some,” Mahdi said, but Isak was already turning to go back to his bedroom when Magnus grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the living room, pushing him against the wall where they could all lecture him from a safe semi-circle around him.
“Just because you know one other gay guy doesn't mean we want to sleep together,” Isak said.
“I know tons of gay guys,” Magnus said. “Besides, we don't know if Even's gay.”
Isak rolled his eyes, leaning his head back in exasperation. Nothing they did ever made sense. “Whatever. Whatever, I'm gonna do homework in my room.”
“No you're not,” Mahdi said.
“I—I have to do it sometime,” Isak said.
“You're using it as an excuse. Do it tomorrow.”
“I have other shit to do tomorrow, like fucking work, at my second job, which none of you assholes have to deal with.”
“Do your homework out here, then,” Jonas said. “It's better than the bedroom, there's no space in there. Just do it at the kitchen table, we won't bug you.”
Of course they would, but they'd bug him even more if he was in the bedroom, so he groaned and got his textbooks and notebooks from his bed and slammed them onto the table. They were all dressed in jeans and nice shirts and Isak was in sweat pants and a t-shirt he'd gotten for free a gay pride parade that Eskild had dragged him to when he was seventeen. It was faded pink and said “I Run For Women's Rights” and had a hole at the armpit. He was really bringing it. If this didn't turn the possibly-gay Even on, he didn't know what would.
Isak hadn't gone home with anyone after the party, like he usually would. He had come back with the boys despite being propositioned from some Grindr find he'd seen in real life at the house. Isak hated the app, but it got the job done. Made it easy.
But Isak didn't go with him. He was tired, and his friends had irritated him, and so he just got high and waited for them to get their fill of the party so that he could go home. He'd caught Even's eye a few more times, but he hadn't tried to talk to Isak again. Even was making him feel weird, looking at him like he mattered. Like he was something amazing Even had never seen before.
Isak was taking notes at the kitchen table when the knock came. He didn't even look up. He was afraid of looking at all interested, because then his roommates would think they'd done something right, and they wouldn't stop trying to hook him up with Even.
“Hey, man!” he heard Magnus say, and he heard Even's deep voice greet them all back in a very slow and chilled out way. Way chiller than his friends were being, or had been. They should've been the ones to sleep with him, not Isak.
“Don't mind Isak,” Mahdi was saying. Isak sighed at the mention of his name and lifted his head to raise his eyebrows at Even in some sort of greeting. “He's fucking lame. Doing homework on a Saturday night.”
“That's me,” Isak said quietly, but Even smiled, before turning back to the boys and procuring a bag of pot from his pocket.
“Want any?” Jonas asked, turning to Isak, who only looked up from his textbook in the silence that followed.
He shook his head. “I'm good.” He glanced at Even and added, “Thanks,” hastily. Even just shrugged, smiling. He was always fucking smiling. Isak wanted to yell at him. Why are you so fucking happy?
“Come on, man,” Magnus said. “You've been in your room doing homework for like three hours. It can't be that fucking important, what you're doing now.”
“I have to finish it now,” Isak said, “because I fucking work all goddamn week. You rich assholes don't have to worry about that.”
Even was smiling, of course, watching him, and he said, turning to Magnus, “He doesn't have to. I work, too. It's hard to get shit done. And that's with an art degree, he's biology and chemistry.” He looked back at Isak, smiling in a way that looked like a wink without being a wink, and said, “It's here if you want some. No charge.”
He had just taken fifteen bucks each from Isak's friends, so they all dropped their mouths open and looked between the two, their gazes locked, a blush rising to Isak's cheeks. Magnus whooped and Even broke eye contact to laugh at him, sitting down on the couch.
Eventually Isak did go over, and, about to sit on the floor, Mahdi got up from his spot on their Craigslist couch and pushed him down next to Even, sitting at their feet. Fuck. Isak looked to his left, tilting his head up a little to see Even's face. He was already looking down at him. Even passed him a bowl he had repacked, and when Isak couldn't get the lighter to hold a flame Even took it from him and lit it as Isak inhaled. He held the smoke in his lungs, holding eye contact with Even, and upon exhalation said, “Thanks.”
Even was looking at him with an intensity, their shoulders pressed together on the couch, and said, “No problem.”
Oh, God. This was going to end badly.
Sunday
Isak worked at one of the local bookstores twenty hours a week. It was easy, and only him there. He was rarely supervised, never monitored, and allowed to do homework between customers.
“Hi,” he heard, and looked up from the book he was reading, blinking a few times at Even.
“Hi,” Isak replied, narrowing his eyes at him. “Are you stalking me?”
He shrugged. “Kind of. Your roommates told me where you worked and encouraged me to bring you this.” He held out one of Isak's textbooks and Isak took it with a smile. He'd texted Jonas asking for him to drop it by. He'd asked him to bring me lunch, though, too.
“Thank you,” Isak said, looking back up at Even.
“No problem. I was there this morning. But you were already gone.” He cocked his head, then drew his hand from behind his back and dropped a bag of takeout on the counter. Isak smiled, looking up at him hopefully before leaning forward and opening the bag. Chinese takeout boxes from the best and sketchiest place in town.
Isak looked up him in something like awe, and Even smiled down at him. “Anyways,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “I'll leave you to it. And I'll see you around.”
“Wait,” Isak said as he was walking to the door, and it pained him to say it, really, and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Jesus. When Isak opened his eyes, Even was waiting for him to say anything else, looking at him in amusement. Slowly Isak said, “Do you want to... eat with me?”
He smiled, and walked back over to the counter. “Are you being nice to me, Isak?”
Isak rolled his eyes. “I'm always nice to you.”
“You've been civil,” he said.
“I've barely talked to you,” Isak answered, pulling out the two takeout boxes and opening them. Lo mein and fried rice, seven hundred napkins, and a pair of chopsticks alongside a plastic fork.
“I know,” Even said. “I'm super interested in you, and you won't even look at me.”
Isak looked up at him, raising his eyebrows. “You're super interested in me?” he said. “You don't know me.”
Even shrugged. “I'm trying to. I know a lot about you. Your friends are very into you.”
“My friends are very into you, too.” Isak handed him the chopsticks, then lifted his eyes to his again. Even leaned his forearms on the counter and unwrapped the chopsticks, holding Isak's gaze. He really was beautiful. “Possibly too into you.”
“Impossible,” Even said. He fit the chopsticks between his fingers and started digging through the fried rice. “So why don't you want to get to know me?”
Isak picked through the lo mein with his fork and said, looking down at it, “What makes you think I don't want to get to know you?”
“Because you don't,” Even said.
“I don't want to date you,” Isak corrected.
“Why not?” He nudged Isak's fork aside so that he could stick the chopsticks in. “And don't say it's because you don't know me. That can be remedied.”
Isak rolled his lips in so that he could try to hide a smile as he poked around the fried rice. “I don't believe in relationships,” he finally said, looking up at him.
“You don't believe in them?” Even asked. “That's... sad. Why not?”
Isak shrugged, shaking his head. “I don't know. It just seems like a lot of work. Seems like giving up a lot of yourself.”
“So... it's scary,” Even finished.
Isak opened his mouth to say no. But, really, he was scared. He was terrified for anyone to care at all about him. And now, since he wasn't correcting Even, this stranger knew that.
“That's alright,” Even said. He smiled at Isak. “Because we're gonna be friends.”
“Are we?” Isak asked.
Even nodded at him. “The best.”
He stayed for the rest of the day, talking with Isak about nothing, and making him laugh, and throwing him these looks that were very very hard to ignore. And Isak thought I'm in trouble every time they looked at each other, smiles fading into a silence, Even's eyes locked on his. Because this wouldn't end well for him. This was someone who would have all the power in the world to hurt him, if he let him. So he just couldn't let him.
Monday
“Hi, Isak.”
Isak looked up from the kitchen table to where all of his roommates were standing and staring at him. He chewed some cereal, holding the spoon in one hand and the fingers of his other hand hovering over his phone. When they didn't continue, Isak said, “What?”
Jonas stuck his tongue in his cheek and bit down in an attempt to hide a smile. Then he said, “How do you like Even?”
Isak sighed. Not this again. Could they talk about anything else? Jonas had been his best friend since he was eleven years old, wasn't he supposed to be protective of him? Wasn't no one supposed to good enough for him? “Jesus Christ,” Isak said, setting his spoon in the bowl. “Can you stop trying to make me sleep with him? Please?”
“We don't want you to sleep with him,” Magnus said, indignantly. “We want you to date him. I mean, I know that usually involves sleeping with him, but he shouldn't be a one night stand.”
“I don't date people,” Isak said. “And I'm not sleeping with Even. Or dating him.”
Mahdi groaned in what appeared to be exasperation. “Dude! Grow up! This guy could be great for you. He's nice, and he likes you, and he's better than these assholes you won't talk about.”
Of course he was better than them. That's why Isak was so afraid of him. Even had the chance to make him feel something, and when you feel something, you get hurt. But if Isak said, “I know,” like he opened his mouth to, it would come out in a quiet, broken voice, and they would drop the topic but their ever-present concern for him and his well-being and his fragile emotional health would grow.
“Look,” Isak sighed. “I can take care of myself. And Even's fine, I don't dislike him. I'm just not gonna date him. And I told him that.”
They all raised their eyebrows at him and before he could shoot out another annoyed, “What?” Mahdi said, “How'd that go? Telling him you're not into him? Did it... deter him? Did he leave?”
Rolling his eyes, Isak said, “You know he didn't. But you guys are always there, and he said he wanted to be my friend, so... that's not... weird of him, right?”
“Did you have fun?” Magnus asked in a suggestive tone.
He definitely did. Even was funny. He was interesting, talking to Isak about music and movies, TV shows, the neighborhood he grew up in. While Isak offered very little of himself, Even would fill the silence in ways that made Isak laugh, and then he'd say, “I like your laugh.”
“Don't say that,” Isak had said, softly, looking up at him. He liked that Even was this much taller than him. But then Isak pushed that thought from his head, because it didn't matter. “We're friends.”
“I know,” Even had answered, smiling and very close to him. “We're friends.”
“I don't know,” Isak told his roommates. “Yes. I mean, yeah, I did, because you're right, he's nice. I just... I'm not gonna date him. I don't do relationships.”
“That's a sad fucking way to live, Isak,” Jonas said.
And yeah, maybe it was, the way he was doing it. Out of fear, out of low self-esteem, because he didn't deserve anything more. Maybe it was sad, maybe it was unfair, maybe it was hard to understand. But it was safe, and it was easy, and it was how he was.
That day Isak had four classes, each over an hour apart, which was an annoying limbo between being too long a time to go straight there, but not enough time to return to the apartment. So he was spending his day on campus. Between biology and statistics he was sitting in the library reading a paperback he'd picked up from the shelf beside him, when a voice over his shoulder said, “Hey handsome,” and made him look up.
Isak huffed out a small smile. “Hi Even.”
He sat down next to Isak, and Isak looked back at his book, trying to placate his smile. “You look great today.” Even's lips rolled in and then popped back out with a little sound. “As usual.”
Isak rolled his eyes, turning the page. “Thanks.” Glancing up at him, he asked. “What are you doing here?”
“Relax, I'm not stalking you. This time happened to be a coincidence. I was doing some homework and saw the back of your head. Your roommates didn't even have to tell me where to go.”
Isak turned in his seat, closing the book, to look at Even and say, “Speaking of my roommates, will you tell them that we're not gonna date? Please? They won't leave me alone.”
Even raised his eyebrows. “What? I'm not gonna lie to them. I like them.” When Isak opened his mouth to protest Even just leaned back in his seat and said, “Oh, we're gonna date, gorgeous. Just you wait.”
Blushing, Isak said, “Don't say things like that,” as he ducked his smile into his scarf. Even looked at him open-mouthed in faux offense, and Isak mocked his expression to say, “Handsome. Gorgeous. Cut it out.”
Even had this way of looking at him like he knew everything. Like his gaze was cutting through in the best way. Scared Isak, the way it made him feel. “Why?” Even finally asked, one simple word.
Isak sputtered a bit before he spit out, “Because I'm not! Because I don't know you--”
“You keep saying you don't know me,” Even said, “like I didn't spend three hours with you at work on Sunday talking and making you laugh.” He added, after a second, “And blush.” Isak felt himself flushing even as he opened his mouth to tell Even that he didn't blush, but Even was speaking again. “And you're so hot, Isak. I'm gonna win you over.”
“Yeah?” Isak said. “How are you gonna do that?”
“You won't be able to resist my charms.” It made Isak laugh, and his laughing made Even smile. “You have such a great laugh.”
Isak looked down at the table, blush reddening his cheeks, and said, “Thank you,” because he didn't know what else to say. None of the guys who were trying to fuck him had ever been so sincere in their compliments. Usually it was a, “You're so fucking hot,” coupled with an ass grab and then Isak was on his knees in a back alley trash dump. Willingly. Liking it, for the split seconds before it started. And then it started, and then they got rough, and he was left choking and gasping with a bruised neck, his hair pulled and his eyes watering.
He was waiting for Even to realize he was broken. For him to say, “Someone must have hurt you,” and then disappear. Until that came, Isak couldn't let himself fall too deep into his buttered-up words and bright compliments.
“I guess I'll leave you alone,” Even said, eyes all bright and beautiful. “But I'll see you around.”
“Bye, Even,” Isak said, when he only stood there, not leaving.
“Bye, beautiful.”
Tuesday
Eva :)
Eva: I heard you have a new love interest. Spill.
Isak: ?? No
Eva: Don't fuck with me Isak
I talk with Jonas
Isak: Well don't. He's giving you shitty information.
Eva: Swear to God Isak
Tell me about tall dark and handsome or I'll kill you
Isak: No! You'll tell all the girls and then Noora will tell Eskild. No.
Eva: So there IS something there ;)
Isak: Bye Eva
Eva: Bitch.
Kollektivet
Eskild: WHO THE FUCK IS EVEN AND WHY AM I HEARING ABOUT HIM FROM EVA???
Noora: ??
Linn: Shut up Eskild.
Eva :)
Isak: Fuck you
Eva: <3
Wednesday
They were sitting with Even when Isak got there, and it made sense. All their Isak come to lunch please we never see you in the group chat. All their pushing to get him into the cafeteria in the dining hall, five bucks for an all you can eat buffet. He had gone up anticipating to find Magnus, Jonas, and Mahdi at a table with plates piled high.
But of course Even was there.
Isak had already paid, though, so he sat down between Jonas and Mahdi, across from Even at the circular table. Even smiled at him as everyone greeted him, and Isak raised his eyebrows at Even, then stood up, leaving his backpack on the floor, to go get french fries. “Serve Yourself” french fries were the best, and he filled up a whole plate with them before sitting back down.
“Healthy,” Magnus said.
Isak looked around at them as they began a conversation that started with Magnus saying, “Oh, God, I had a dirty dream about that girl in the apartment above us!” and then he zoned out, eyes finding Even. This might have been the first time he wasn't already looking at him. He was, instead, laughing with the rest of them as they looked at Magnus and listened to his story.
God. He really was gorgeous. And this time when he caught Isak staring, Isak didn't immediately look away in shame. He met his gaze and smiled a little. And Even smiled broadly back.
Over his shoulder, though, Isak saw someone glaring at him, and it took a second to place the face, but when he did he stilled and stared at the guy before he could force himself to look away. Isak had sucked him off once upon a time, when he was a lot drunker with a lot less self control. And then the guy had wanted to be with him, or something, and hold his hand and spend time with him, date him and love him, and Isak couldn't even remember his name the next time he saw him. Isak didn't only fuck terrible people, sometimes he was the terrible person. People call you a bitch if you're honest about your cynicism.
When Isak looked up again the guy was still glaring, meanly, and Isak looked down at the table. Fuck. He really didn't want to deal with this. He hadn't wanted to deal with it when the guy kept texting him, he hadn't wanted to deal with it when the guy found him at a party and tried to put his arm around Isak, he hadn't wanted to deal with it when he avoided the guy for the rest of the semester. He didn't want to deal with it now, either.
But the guy was standing up.
Isak muttered, “Fuck,” under his breath and then the guy was standing next to him and Isak waited as long as he could before he looked up. Like a totally horrible person, he couldn't remember his name even now.
“Hi,” Isak said in a wavering voice. The boys had fallen silent. Isak was still holding a french fry between his fingers. He glanced quickly at Even, then ducked his gaze down. Even was about to figure out the bad person Isak actually was, the shitty things he'd done, and for some reason that made him feel ashamed. If he didn't care, like he said he didn't, he wouldn't have felt this way.
“Where the fuck did you go?” the guy spit at him.
Isak couldn't look at him. He did feel a little bad about it, but it also wasn't really his fault that the guy thought they were something they weren't. Isak had never promised him anything. He was too drunk to function that night, he'd been horny and desperate and this guy had been there.
“You think it's okay to just... disappear?” the boy continued when Isak didn't say anything.
“I....” He couldn't think of anything to say. He didn't have an excuse. Yeah, it was shitty, to get a blowjob and then never talk to him again. But Isak had given him one, too, and it was a great blowjob, because he was good at those, and what was he supposed to say? Sorry, I don't believe in love, I can't have a relationship, I only have sex because it helps me feel something.
He was empty. He just wanted to feel close to someone. That's why he was so fucked up. Or maybe it was a result of being so fucked up.
“I'm sorry,” Isak said, after a moment, glancing up at the guy, then back down. “I shouldn't have.... I should've told you I wasn't... looking for anything.”
He wanted so badly to look at Even. Even wouldn't like him anymore after all of this bullshit, and Isak had been appreciating attention for the first time in his life. It wasn't the attention of grown men holding down a sixteen-year-old boy in a bar, or the attention of some closeted frat boy who fucked hard and then kicked him out.
“God,” the guy huffed. “Don't you care about anything?”
Isak pulled a fry apart, not looking at him. No. I don't fucking know. Maybe I don't.
The guy walked away and Isak didn't look at his roommates. He especially didn't look at Even. He stared at the fry being torn to pieces between his fingers and thought about what it could be a metaphor for.
“What a fucking asshole,” Magnus finally said, breaking the silence.
Isak looked up, confused. Because it didn't sound like Magnus was talking about him, but if anyone was an asshole between Isak and that guy, it was Isak. “What?”
“He comes over here and talks about your personal shit in front of other people?” Magnus scoffed. “That's not okay.”
Isak dared a glance at Mahdi and Jonas, and they were nodding in agreement, so he looked at Even. And Even was watching him with careful eyes. Sorting his thoughts. Trying to figure him out. He didn't look upset, though, or disappointed, or anything, really. He just looked like he was solving something in his head.
“I mean,” Isak started, looking back down, “I shouldn't have fucked him over like that, I guess. He has a right to be mad.”
“Just because you hooked up doesn't mean he owes you anything,” Mahdi said, like it was obvious.
Isak just shrugged. He didn't want to talk about it anymore, and they seemed to understand that. But when he glanced at Even again, he was smiling at him.
Thursday
Eskild Tryggvasson
Eskild: Baby gay you need to tell me about these things
Isak: What things? I'm busy.
Eskild: Don't play dumb with me. I saved your jailbait ass from a perv.
Isak: You found me after I fucked that guy.
Eskild: I saved you from other pervs. Talk to meeeee
Isak: It's nothing. He's a friend of the boys.
Eskild: Are you going to ruin this the way you ruin every healthy relationship?
Isak: Fuck off.
Eskild: Do you need advice baby jesus?
Isak: No. I'm not going to date him or fuck him so you can relax.
Eskild: But Eva said Jonas said he's a good guy.
Why keep fucking bad ones if there's a good one waiting for you?
Isak: I'm not a fucking baby I can take care of myself.
Eskild: That's been proven wrong for years baby son
Isak: I'm going to stop texting you now
Eskild: Love you !!!!! <3 <3 <3
Isak: Ugh
Love you too