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A/N: Okay, I feel the need for a little clarity on something. In this work of fiction, Bård is no longer with his wife.

This in no way means that I'd actually like them to split up, I'd very much like them to be happy, but I don't condone affairs.

(And I don't really think Vegard and Calle would find girls for Bård to sleep with if he were married. So, all will be explained a little later on.)

Ps: I feel really bad for splitting them up to make my story work, so if for some weird reason Ylvis stumbles upon this (which I highly doubt will happen), I don't really want you to split up with your wives and I wish you all a lifetime of happiness.

Now! On with the story!

(And as always, thanks for commenting!)


To say Bård doesn't give up easily, is an understatement.

My boss started to get annoyed with the constant flowers being sent to me every shift.

Although, once or twice it was Vegard in costume, singing an apology song from Bård.

But Bård had hurt me. And if I was going to be honest, I was afraid of being hurt again.

Did I still like him? Absolutely, yes.

But now I was afraid. Because it was more real now.

I knew he was famous here. I knew he could probably have his pick of the women.

And not just because of his fame. Both he and his brother were extremely gorgeous men with great personalities and a lot of talent.

The flowers weren't all that was sent. Sitting on my couch, I stared at the ever growing pile of unopened apology cards and letters.

Okay, I had opened one. It was handwritten and beautiful.

And as much as I wanted to forgive, I was too afraid.

The sound of knocking on my front door brought me out of my thoughts. I slipped off the couch and looked through the little peephole to see who was knocking at my door at 12:30am.

It was Vegard. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking a bit serious.

I frowned but opened the door and stated at him. "Hello, Vegard." I forced myself to be polite. After all, Bård's actions shouldn't reflect on how I treat his brother.

I opened the door wider and gestured him inside.

Vegard plunked himself down on my couch as if he were at home. "He's sad you won't forgive him. At least give it a chance?"

Of course that's why he's here. I'm not surprised. "Look, Vegard.... I just don't want to be hurt. And I'm afraid that's what will happen." I sat myself on the opposite end of the couch and crossed my legs.

"But you don't know." He shrugs and angles himself to be facing me. "Give it a try, he won't stop moping."

I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands. "I guess I did come here for adventure..." Maybe I could try...

"What's an adventure without risks?" Vegard winked and grabbed my phone off the coffee table, holding it out towards me. "Give him a call."

I swallowed back fear and finally nodded, giving into Vegard's push. I took the phone and dialed Bård's number. I had at no point deleted his number from my phone.

It rang a few times before Bård picked up.

"Kara?!" His voice was filled with hope, and I had to force back my smile at that.

"I'll give you a chance, but if you hurt me again, I'm punching your face." Okay, I'm not the best at forgiveness.

"Agreed!" Bård's voice was happy, and I could see Vegard laughing at my threat. I gave Vegard the finger and smiled.

"Why don't you and Vegard come to my house for dinner tonight? Is that okay?" I wanted Vegard there as a medium in case I got too awkward.

Somehow, Vegard was quickly becoming my best friend.

"It's a date! Thank you, Kara, for the second chance." And with that, he hung up.

I looked at Vegard. "So, I hope you guys like cheeseburgers."

He laughed and patted my head before standing up. "That will be fine. I'll see you later, Kara." He waved and let himself out.

I guess I should go to the store and buy what I need for tonight.


The trip to the store went fine, minus the fact that the cashier didn't speak English. I managed to get everything I needed for tonight's dinner.

Currently, I had the uncooked beef patties on the stove, frying in the pan as I peeled potatoes for mashing.

I have to say I really got into mashing those potatoes, because next thing I knew, the smoke detector was going off and my house was filling with smoke.

Turns out I completely forgot about the burgers.

"Ach! No! No, no, no, no!" I quickly turned the stove off and grabbed the pan handle, tossing it into the sink.

"I can still save dinner. I hope..."

No I could not because at that moment, Bård and Vegard let themselves in.

"Kara! Are you okay? What's on fire?!" They had heard the smoke alarm and had come to save me.

"I ruined dinner... Nothing's on fire." I swear, I have the worst luck.

"The stove is on fire!" Bård proclaimed. I turned around, and sure enough, the stove was on fire.

We all jumped into action, trying to put it out. Unfortunately, the fire spread.

Before I could completely comprehend what was going on, I found myself slung over Bård's shoulder.

They ran me out of the apartment building. I watched my neighbours pouring out of the building as sirens wailed in the distance.


By the end of the night, I was basically homeless as my whole apartment had burnt to cinders, including everything I owned.

This was becoming the worst adventure ever.

I sat in a small restaurant with Bård and Vegard, crying because I had just lost everything I owned.

"It's going to be okay, Kara." Bård slung his arm around me and pulled me against him as I sobbed.

"Where am I going to live? All my things were in there!" This was terrible!

"Bård has a guest bedroom. I'm sure he'll let you stay there while you apartment hunt. Don't worry." Vegard reached across the table and patted my hand.

"Yeah, you can stay with me. It's okay." Bård agreed.

As far as adventures go, mine was having a terrible start. And every time I thought it was picking up again, something bad had to happen.


So I ended up staying at Bård's home. He had a spare bedroom which he told me I could use.

And in the morning I would call the bank and the insurance company and get things in order.

Hopefully things won't get any worse.