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Torsdag d. 2.2.17 kl. 14.55
It was snowing heavily by the time Isak made his way down the stairs, scarf tight around his neck and backpack slung around his shoulder. The last class of the day had just let out and Isak could not wait to go home and do nothing. School was exhausting.
However, before he could reach the door to his freedom, a hand grabbed the crook of his elbow making his back slam against the person behind him. Isak grinned.
“Halla.” Even’s voice softly whispered in his ear, his warm breath sending shivers down Isak’s spine. Isak slowly turned around looking up at his boyfriend, matching smiles on both their faces.
“Halla,” Isak responded, gently squeezing Even’s arm in greeting. “What’s up?”
Even raised both his eyebrows. “How do you feel about going to my place today?”
Isak thought about his original plan for the evening. About going home, lying on his bed, doing nothing. Alone. Then he thought about going home with Even, lying in Even’s bed, doing.. well whatever they wanted. Together. It was really a no-brainer.
“I’m game.” Isak nodded his head, his lips still curved in a small smile.
Even’s smile broadened, a glint in his eyes that Isak knew meant trouble. Isak’s own eyes widened when Even tugged on his hand, bodily hauling him out the door and out in the freezing weather.
And that was how Isak found himself running down the streets of Oslo, his hand firmly tucked into Even’s palm, white powder snow falling on their beanie covered hair, reddening their cheeks and noses, their laughter coming out in white puffs.
Isak knew that life with Even would be an adventure, he just did not know that it would at times feel like a fairy tale.
Finally reaching Even’s apartment, eyes shiny and sparkling, and still breathless from both their running and their laughter, the two boys took off their jackets, scarfs unwinding from long necks, and beanies being haphazardly thrown in the basket by the door. The lovely smell of pancakes hit their noses before they were finished taking off their shoes. Isak’s mouth watered.
Even nodded his head towards the kitchen, and Isak followed closely behind him. Reaching the doorway into what Isak considered his second favorite room in the apartment, he saw Even’s mom by the stove flipping the last pancake, her head turning in their direction.
“There you are,” she smiled. “And just in time.” Turning off the stove, she placed the plate of pancakes on the table and made her way to them, her arms spreading wide. “Come here.”
Both boys moved in tandem, taking the few steps separating them and closing their arms around her and each other. Isak bit gently into his cheek and laid his forehead on her shoulder. Even squeezed his waist.
All three of them took a seat by the table after, passing the food around and filling their cups with hot coffee.
“So,” Even’s mom said just as Isak took a bite of his pancake. He looked up from his plate to see her looking straight at him, which made him put his fork and knife down quickly giving her his undivided attention.
“I actually asked Even to bring you here today, because we have something to ask you,” she continued. She looked at him in bemusement as his eyes widened.
“Okay?” Isak answered in confusion looking from Even’s mother to Even, who sat quietly by his side, but who nodded his head in agreement, when he met Isak’s gaze.
“As you probably know, it’s Even’s birthday on the 12th and we try every year to take a trip somewhere. And this year, Even’s chosen København.”
Isak nodded his head even though he was still confused, his eyes squinted in thought.
“And we would like you to join us, Isak.” She laughed, placing her hand on his wrist and gently squeezing it.
Isak could feel his mouth opening and closing like a fish, looking between Even and his mother. Even laughed out loud at his expression, flinging his arm
around Isak’s shoulders, tugging him tightly against him. He could feel Even placing a kiss atop his head. His cheeks warmed.
“Wow,” Isak breathed, still a little wide eyed and astonished. “I mean, are you sure?”
“Of course we’re sure, sweetheart.” Even’s mom reassured, her pointer finger softly tapping against the inside of his wrist, one, two, three times.
“So what do you say?” Even whispered into his hair, his arms tightening against Isak.
Isak could feel a warmth spreading through his body, starting in his chest and making its way through his limbs, slowly but surely. He nodded his head. “I would love to.”