For once again, IM SO SORRY that this story is over-dramatic but boring at the same time. I'm running out of ideas, but i feel like too much is happening lol.
The following days were easy. Mom and i did talk to each other, just not about some particular things. It was Friday, and Lucas was heading back to France tomorrow. I was sad, but i knew that he was going to visit us more often now that he was living alone.
Or maybe Even and i could travel to France together, some day when we have enough money to do that.
"We should do somehing together before you leave." I suggested.
Even, Lucas and i were sitting in my room together and just being with our phones. It was boring, but seemed like they weren't interested on doing anything else.
"Like what? We've already done a lot this week already." Even complained.
I rolled my eyes, and put my own phone down. "Yeah, been to the mall."
"I'm tired." Lucas mentioned.
"I don't care."
I was so sick of these stupid phones and social media that made our lives ten times more shitty. There was a time when no one was never on them, but that was in middle school. Many people's lifes were ruined.
Even followed my actions, and put his phone away. Now we only had to deal with Lucas.
"Who are you talking to?" I asked from him, trying to get a little peek of what he was doing with his phone.
"Are you, like, my mom or something?"
Sometimes i forget that Lucas and i are the same age, because he sounds like a ten-year-old every now and then.
"So it's Eliott, huh?"
He rolled his eyes so much that i was almost sure they were going to stay like that for the rest of his life.
"Shut up." He said angrily.
Lucas was probably the most sensitive person i knew. It was a bad thing, but also a good one. At the times he was the strongest person ever, and on the others he was such a crybaby. But i didn't mind.
Lucas was still the absolute best.
After arguing for a half an hour about what we should do together, we decided to go to Even's and mine place just to show it to Lucas. We'd be back for the night.
We exited my room, and saw mom sitting in the kitchen, reading some newspaper.
"Where are you going?" She said and turned to look at us.
"Uh, we were going to Even's and mine place."
"No." Mom answered.
I furrowed my eyebrows, and turned to look at Even who was as confused as i was. Mom had never been the one to control my every move and step i took, or neither did she care.
"What do you mean?"
She didn't get to answer, when i heard a loud knock land in our front door. It was unusual that someone visited us, so when i heard knocking i knew it was important.
"Could you please get that, Isak?"
I spun my eyes and walked away from the kitchen, towards our vestibule and door. I took a deep breath, and felt the air fill my lungs before opening the door.
I saw that one person, who i thought i'd never see again. I choked on air, and saw stars spinning in my eyes. I was scared, or more like horrified. I wanted nothing more but to just slam the door right against that person's face, but i couldn't move my hands or any other body parts of mine.
Suddenly, i lost my balance and took a few steps away from the door, trying to get it back.
"Isak!"
I heard Even yelling my name behind me. His voice sounded more beautiful than ever before, but it was... indistinct.
Everything was blurry, and i thought that my life would end in that moment.
"C-close the d-door. D-don't le-let him in."
I stuttered, before feeling myself fall onto the floor. But Even catched me before i did so. Like he always did. He always saved me.
And then everything went black.
...
When i woke up i opened my eyes slowly, the bright light of sun hurting my eyes.
I had being carried onto our sofa, and i was laying on my back.
I started to hear people talking in the kitchen, but i only recognized Even's from all the other voices. His voice was crystal clear in my head.
I got up fast when the thoughts in my head started to brighten up. Even was in huge danger right now, and probably getting himself beaten up by that awful person.
I ran into the kitchen, where the voices were coming from. I looked for Even everywhere, before i saw him sitting at the table. He looked calm, snd better than ever. He was just fine, sitting next to Lucas.
"What's going on?" I asked with a weak voice.
I was tired and exhausted. I felt like total shit.
"What is he doing here?"
I panicked when no one answered to me, and i just wanted to scream badly.
Even noticed immediately how broken i was, so he got up from the table and walked to me. He took my hand into his own, and intertwined our fingers.
"It's good to see you too, son."
His words made the blood boil in my head, and i squeezed Even's hand. He looked at me with his beautiful, blue eyes, and that calmed me down a little.
"How dare you." I hissed from between my teeth.
I almost saw that evil person through his now black eyes, and in his self centered smile. I wanted to punch him more than anything. He deserves it.
He deserves to die.
"What? You should be happy that i'm here!"
He turned to look at Lucas, and smiled to him. And Lucas did the same back. They were almost laughing at me, and to my words.
"I should be happy? For what?"
The tone of my voice got higher, which i really hated. When i was angry, i always sounded like a ten-year-old little boy who's balls hadn't settled down yet.
"Isak." Mom tried to talk to me.
"For cheating her? For hitting your own son, as you say i am to you, because i fell in love with a boy? For being an alcoholic, careless piece of shit?" I yelled.
I turned to look at Lucas to see if his facial expression had changed at all. He looked shocked, and scared. But mostly afraid.
My words had affected him a lot, because we were the same.
Lucas got up from the table faster than ever, and walked behind Even and i. I was almost going to burst into laugh because the whole situation was so ridiculous.
"You are not my father. And even better, i am totally not your son." I said.
I walked to the door, Even and Lucas following. I was angry, and dissapointed by mom for inviting him. She was trying to make things better, but ended up making them worst.
"Isak, i'm so sorry. I-i didn't know about your dad." Lucas apologized when we got out of the house.
"It's fine, really."
Lucas was the last person who i would be mad at, and he knew that. I usually reflect all my feelings and emotions to other people, and that's probably the worst part of me.
And i just wanted to cry, and to fall into my loved one's lap and cuddle up with him.
We walked in silence, until we reached Even's and mine flat. I knew Eskild would ask me all kinds of questions about where i had been this week and who Lucas was, but i felt like not talking to anyone for a couple of days.
After opening the door and walking into the flat, i quickly walked into Even's and mine room. I closed the door behind me, leaving Lucas and Even outside.
I just wanted to listen to music and hide under the covers. Maybe it was wrong to shut everyone out, but it felt good at the moment.
...
"Isak! Wake up!"
I had fallen asleep accidentally, which was totally understandable after this one hell of a week. Everyone knew that i should never be woken up when i was in the middle of sleep, somehow Lucas still questioned it with his actions.
"What the fuck, Lucas. I just fell asleep!" I said while rubbing my eyes with my hands.
"Isak, you have been sleeping for 16 hours. My plane is leaving in an hour." Lucas said.
I checked my phone, and indeed, i had slept 16 hours. It was Saturday morning, and Lucas would head back to France.
"Why didn't you wake me up? God!"
I got up from the bed and walked out of it. I saw Even sitting on the couch, watching television. I sat next to him.
"Hi, babes. Feeling better?" He asked and kissed me.
"No, not really. Or maybe. I don't know."
When i looked at him in his eyes, i saw that he was very worried and confused. I rested my head on his chest, taking a hold of his left hand. His other arm was wrapped around me, fingers playing with my hair.
"Why did mom let him in? I mean, you saw what actually happened." I asked after a few seconds.
"I don't know. I guess she just thought that you were missing your dad and wanted to fix thing up."
"He's a toxic person, like you said a couple days ago. I don't want him in my life anymore." I answered.
For a while he didn't say anything, but i was comfortable with the silence we were sharing between us.
"But i'm a toxic person, too."
I got up to sit, and turned to look at him. Why did he have to do this when things between him and i were okay? Every single time. It was sad how insecure he was about himself, but he's been getting better and improving a lot.
"Even Bech Næsheim," i started.
"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are not toxic, or any other bad things you're thinking of yourself inside that little head of yours."
He gave me a quick smile, but turned to look away from me right after.
My own Even, who was the king of the whole Hartvig Nissen. Who had always been so confident of himself, or at least pretended to be. Who at the beginning of our journey loved himself more than anything or anyone. It was crazy how much things had changed in such a little time.
"I love you." I placed my hand onto his left cheek.
"Me too." He said.
Then there was Lucas.
"Could you two confess your love towards each other when i'm not around. Please?"
Honestly, should i write something "normal"???? BUT i'm still going to make Isak and Even BOTH suffer a lot soooooooonn.. im sorry, as always. yours truly haha.