“..Man, what do these girls even see in you”, Elias asks, unimpressed. Even’s reminded of Sana because this is her default expression around any of them. Although Even thinks she tolerates him the most. After Yousef. But Yousef doesn’t count.
Inger has been the third girl who has asked him out since school started over a month ago. He and the boys have all transferred to Nissen in their final year—a show of solidarity the boys, have reassured him and Even had cried because if it wasn’t for them, he wouldn’t have passed 2nd year and they left Bakka together, much to the displeasure of some of their parents, so that he wouldn’t have to face this daunting newness.
Even knows he’s not ugly but he has been trying to stay under the radar and that has not happened, to say the least.
Even snorts, “Mutta just got asked out yesterday, too”, Even points out. “It’s not like I’m the only one”.
“Well, Mutta’s actually good-looking, so”, Mikael remarks and they break out in laughter. Mikael accepts a high-five and a “thanks, bro” from a gleeful Mutta.
Whatever burn Even’s readying for is abruptly stopped a breathy hi from behind him. Even turns around and sees, well, nothing at first. He lowers his gaze down and is met with the prettiest boy he’s ever seen. The boy’s wearing a blue jacket atop a grey hoodie. He has the hood up but his golden curls are peeking out from under the hood. His button nose accentuated by high cheekbones and a set of cupid lips, currently curling upwards.
“Hi”, he smiles up at Even, and Even thinks there must be at least half a foot of height difference between them.
“Hi?” Even greets back. He turns around to the boys for a quick second but they all shrug back at him.
“Even, right?” the boy asks. Even nods. “Isak”. It takes Even a second longer than it should to realize that the boy is introducing himself.
“Oh, hi”, Even repeats, still a little confused. “Did you need something?”
Isak grins, smirks, actually. “No, I just wanted to make sure the hottest guy in school knows my name at the very least”.
Someone—Adam, he’s pretty sure—guffaws a loud HA! Behind him.
Isak winks, and then turns around and starts walking, leaving Even flabbergasted in the middle of the courtyard. His friends are hooting and howling behind him. It’s only when Isak’s already at a group of boys, his friends Even assumes, high-fiving each other and pointing back at Even that Even lets a smile slowly form on his face.
Well, this is going to be interesting.
The weeks that follow that memorable first meeting have honestly some of the best weeks Even’s had in a while. He and Isak have passed each other in the hallways, in the bathrooms, in the courtyard, at the tram stops, etc. Isak has flirted with him at every opportunity. Always with that sweet smile of his. It has caught Even off guard the first few times, how bold Isak is. Even’s learned that Isak’s a first year, from Sana, who has a class with him. He doesn’t think he’s ever been pursued in this way, and from someone two grades below him.
Even recovers after the first few times, though. He gives back just as good as he gets, and Isak lights up with a glint in his eyes, as if he’s been waiting for Even to catch up.
Even’s in the library, catching up on homework when someone clears his throat. Even looks up to see Isak, dressed snugly in layers with a blue beanie almost successfully hiding his curls.
“Is the seat taken?” He raises his eyebrows at Even.
Even gestures to the seat next to him. “No, go ahead”.
“I was pointing to your lap, but I guess I have to make do”, Isak heaves a dramatic sigh and sits down.
Even can’t help the loud laughter that escapes him. The nerves on this one.
“What are you working on?” Isak asks after he’s settled down.
“Chemistry, not exactly fun”.
“Do you need help? I’m pretty good with Chemistry”, Isak pauses in thought. “Actually, all the sciences, and math, I’m not bad with History or Norwegian either. Just the foreign languages”.
Isak scrunches his nose in distaste. Even’s heart jumps inside at how cute the gesture is.
“I think 3rd year Chemistry might be jussssst out of the range of what you can handle”.
Isak widens his eyes, as if challenging what Even’s just said.
“Trust me, I can handle anything, no matter how hard or big it is”. Isak raises a brow and bites his lips exaggeratedly. And Jesus Christ, it’s innuendo that’s supposed to make him laugh, as is most things Isak says, but Even’s a little too busy thinking about exactly what kind of hard and big thing Isak can handle.
Even clears his throat once he’s able to force his mind back out of the gutter. Isak smiles like he knows exactly what went through Even’s head.
“What are you doing this weekend”, Isak asks nonchalantly. “Any plans with anybody…?”
Even shakes his head. “No, just going to chill with my friends”.
Isak claps his hands. “Perfect! Take me out on Saturday. There’s a movie I wanna see”.
Even thinks he’d be more aghast if he didn’t spend the last few weeks interacting with Isak, but as it is, he just decides to roll with the punches.
“Sure. When do you want me to pick you up?”
Isak, for the first time since Even’ seen him, actually looks surprised. It’s as if he didn’t expect Even to agree. He recovers quickly though.
“You can pick me up from home. I’ll text you”. Isak holds a hand out. “I’ll put in my number”.
Even scoffs at Isak’s very transparent attempt to get his number, but he’s making plans to go on a date with him so it’s not like he’s got anything to say.
Even hands him his phone and Isak puts his number in, and also texts himself from Even’s phone it seems. He hands the phone back to Even and Even’s curious as to what he’ saved himself as in Even’s contact.
Even lets out another loud laugh for the second time when he sees it. Isak has a smug grin on his face when looks back at him.
“That’s awfully confident of you”.
“I’ll take out the future part after Saturday”.
Even can only nod, shrugging in defeat.
“I’ll stop disturbing your studies now. See you around”. Isak leaves just as quickly as he has appeared. A blonde whirlwind bundled up in layers, just this side of too large for his body. He looks back down to his phone and pulls up the most recent conversation from the message app. There’s only an address in a blue bubble but the contact is named, probably accurately, as Future Boyfriend.
Whatever Even’s thought of before of how the date would go, the real thing is better. To Even’s surprise, Isak had taken them to Kino Victoria and asked Even to buy them two tickets to the 20th anniversary showing of Titanic. Once inside and the movie had started, Isak has moved himself right next to Even until Even’s got the hint and put an arm around Isak’s shoulder, letting Isak snuggle up almost on top of Even’s chest. Even wonders exasperatedly if this was why he had chosen a theatre with reclining seats.
They’d gone to McDonald’s afterwards to grab a quick bite and had opted to walk, instead of taking the tram back. It has been incredibly easy to talk—actually talk—to Isak. Their flirtatious banter weaving seamlessly with genuine interest on both of their parts to learn about each other. He’s also been ecstatic to find out that he can make Isak blush and flustered too, a rare thing, but still an accomplishment he’s proud to achieve.
By the time they get to Isak’s house, Even realizes he doesn’t want the night to end, not yet. Isak makes no move to go inside and just keeps looking around and looking back at Even.
“I guess we should say good night”, Even says, looking down at Isak who’s been smiling non-stop for the past hour or so. Even guesses he isn’t faring any better.
“Yeah”, Isak agrees and neither of them make any move to actually end the night. Even sighs, still smiling, as he realizes one of them has to do it eventually.
“Good night”, he says and leans in. Isak immediately closes his eyes and tilts his head up and who is Even to resist teasing Isak. He kisses Isak on the cheek, very lightly. Isak snaps his eyes open as Even leans back. He looks adorably betrayed.
“What?” Even asks mirthfully.
Isak actually stomps his feet, a little, but still there. “Nothing”, he snaps back, and turns around to go inside.
Even grabs his hand and spins him back around. He lifts a hand to Isak’s jaw and pulls Isak in by the waist and kisses him. Isak takes a few seconds to recover from the surprise but gets into it pretty soon. Isak’s eager, but the way he doesn’t know how to move his lips until Even coaxes them open certainly speak of inexperience. He licks a stripe on Isak’s bottom lips and pulls back after a few seconds have gone by. Isak chases his lips, eyes still closed.
“I guess I should take out the future part, huh?” Isak opens his eyes and blinks at Even in confusion before registering what Even’s said.
His face gives way for the smile that Even has become so familiar with in the last few weeks, and maybe, hopefully, for the next few weeks (months, years, forever).
“I did tell you”.
“Yeah, you did”.
It takes them another ten minutes at least, making out on the front porch, before Isak goes inside. Even waves him goodbye and watches the door close, a bit of his heart following Isak inside.