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youatemylollipop · 3 years ago

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Hi! I could see some skam og related themes on your profile before, but it’s not there anymore. I was still wondering if I could request a Chris Schistad one-shot for Christmas? Ik it’s way past Christmas. 😳 So you don’t have to if you don’t want to. But if you do, I’d also be very happy if you could make it more melancholic? If it’s not too much to ask for that is? And Ik that sounded a bit weird. 😅

ᗩ/ᑎ: 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝙺𝙰𝙼, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌��𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢’𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 13𝚝𝚑. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝… 𝚃𝚋𝚑, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. (>//<) 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. *<<<<=

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ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᗴᖇᔕ: 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝙲

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Simply put: neither was Chris the one to keep his mouth shut when necessary. And who could blame him? Being raised in a household where your father would constantly shout at you for being naive and a mother who couldn’t put in a word during these situations does that to one.

And unfortunately did these small, maybe even insignificant, details have a huge impact on his normal school days. Well… Rather said, days in kindergarten.

Let’s just say that if you were to ever visit their local and meet a kid with literal sparkles in their eyes, that would not be him. Neither would he be that sulking kid, sitting at the corner of the room. No. In fact, he would do the exact opposite. Standing there, mocking the crying child for such a pathetic display of weakness. Because that’s how he’s been raised.

One small part of him did indeed envy those who had a normal childhood, being able to indulge in their naiveness and childish fantasies. However, there was also a part of him that thanked his father for saving him the embarrassment of looking like a complete idiot.

It didn’t mean that his mother wasn’t trying to save his so-called “Christmas Spirit” behind her husband’s back, by leaving presents under the Christmas tree. Though he couldn’t help but iternally cringe at her naiveness for not realizing how painfully obvious she was about her deeds.

Frankly, things seemed to have only gone better when he entered the stage of puberty. Obviously because he reached that age, where nobody believed in Santa anymore. That was also the time when he met his best friend William Magnusson. The two, however, did not get along straight away.

At the beginning, Chris didn’t even think about befriending that snobby, self-centered, know-it-all, who considered himself way above average. The brunette wasn’t claiming that he was any better, but unlike William he actually acknowledged his own shortcomings. Or at least, so he liked to believe.

Despite how long the two knew each other, they only became friends at the beginning of high school. Which served due to their sudden shared interest in partying. It was also that year as Chris’s opinion about Christmas did a complete 180.

Fredag 13. desember 2013

It was a peculiar day, or rather said, evening, where Chris was standing at the counter next to William and his other Penetrator friends whilst drinking from his already half empty beer.

They were all laughing at some stupid joke Elias made, but Chris wasn’t really paying attention. He didn’t know why, but for some odd reason he did not feel the party that evening. Neither did he feel like drinking. And let’s just say that Christoffer Schistad and “not drinking” were rarely found in the same sentence. Realizing that this was not helping, he decided to go get some fresh air.

Slowly excusing himself from his group of friends, not missing the strange look William sent him which he still decided to ignore, he continued his way through the crowd towards the exit. As the cold winter breeze hit his face, he only now realized how much he was truly suffocating.

Minutes passed and soon his eyes fell upon a small figure not too far away. It was a young girl, probably his age. She had platinum blonde, shoulder long hair. She wore a long white dress with a red silk ribbon around her thin waist. But what caught his attention the most, or rather surprised him, was the fact that she was standing there completely barefoot.

He couldn't help but feel a flash of concern sinking in the pit of his stomach. Did something happen to her? She was dressed rather strangely. That one particular dress that girls wore during those Lucia parades at elementary school. Only difference was that she was way too old to be part of that.

Without realizing, he began slowly advancing towards her oblivious figure. And only as they became a few feet apart did she acknowledge his presence.

"Are you not freezing?"

He let out a small curse under his breath at the stupid question. Of course she was freezing! It was -5 degrees for f*ck’s sake! However, before he got the chance to say anything else, she spoke up.

“It’s really pretty outside, don’t you agree?”

She questioned him absentmindedly, watching the snowflakes fall from above. He looked at her stupidly, not really knowing how to respond. His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally said.

“Did you get a brain-freeze or something?”

At first he felt like a total moron for responding like that. There were so many things that could’ve been said instead. Hell, he could even have flirted with her and would’ve felt less douchey. But then he heard slight humming coming from her side and noticed that she seemed to be the least bit offended.

They stood there quietly, which allowed him to cautiously observe her features. Her nose was slightly upturned, as were her icy blue eyes, with a feline shape, making her look like an arctic fox. His eyes began to slowly trail her shorter stature and he soon noticed just how unhealthily pale she was.

This caused him to bite his lower lip in thought as he brushed his hand through his brown locks. Should he take her to the hospital? He hadn’t drunk more than one beer and she seemed to be in quite poor condition. Then again, had she really needed it wouldn’t she request for it herself? If anything she seemed to be quite alright with current circumstances.

Though there was no guarantee she was in her right state of mind. Could it be that she was just in his imagination? Maybe he should just text William to come over so he can make sure that he’s not hallucinating.

He was about to fish up his phone from his pocket as he soon remembered that he had given it to Julian since the boy could not find his own. Which he now realised was a stupid thing to do since the blond was pretty drunk and would probably loose his as well.

Cursing under his breath once again he looked back at the strange girl who was already staring at him with curious eyes.

“Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?”

He inquired, nodding his head towards his black motorcycle without further explanation. He was pretty sure she’d understand his reasoning, though his conclusion appeared to be wrong as the girl still looked at him with a perplexed expression.

“Why? Isn’t the weather perfect today?”

Once again he was left dumbfounded, struggling to come up with an actual response. Which was plainly stupid, since it was her reasoning that lacked common sense and not his! Yet here he was, staring at her like a complete moron with his mouth hanging agape.

Finally gaining his senses he simply shook his head before responding. “You do realize it’s like -5 degrees and you’re standing here in a thin white dress as if it was a hot summer day!”

He couldn’t help but raise his voice at the end of the sentence. His left hand seemed to be brushing through his brown locks out of habit by now over all the frustration she was making him experience today. Why was he even having this conversation? This was so unlike him! Normally he would’ve just gone back to the party and forget this like one of those nonsensical dreams!

Wait…

That’s it! This must be a dream! A very stupid, illogical dream! He’s very sure that if he’ll pinch himself hard enough then he’ll wake up and everything will turn to normal. With normal he was referring to the recent abnormalities regarding his behavior. Which were all probably due to his dream!

Why was he still here?

Chris was groaning in frustration, deliberately ignoring her weirded out look as he continuously pinched himself, leaving red marks all over his creamy skin in the process.

“Whatever it is that you’re doing is obviously not working.”

His left eye twitched at her comment as he sent her a nasty glare. Her face remained impassive as he continued to assault his skin.

“You acting like this makes you look highly unattractive.” She commented, earning a look of bewilderment in return.

“May I remind you that you’re standing here on a cold December night in the middle of the street completely barefoot!”

He barked, obviously offended by her statement. Mostly because she clearly wasn’t the most adequate person and frankly not somebody who he’d like to receive such comments from. Getting even more annoyed by the unimpressed look she gave him.

“If you continue like this you can get a severe case of hypothermia!” He added in a more agitated tone.

“We always embrace summer by dressing up in light clothes and welcoming the warm weather. Don’t you think that winter deserves the same treatment?” She asked innocently, completely ignoring his previous outburst.

“It’s just a season.”

Chris answered with furrowed eyebrows, feeling them deepen at her exaggerated reaction. What the hell was she so offended about? She was acting as if he had just personally insulted her.

“How dare you! I do not remember receiving any presents in mid summer!” She exclaimed, her eyes narrowing as a cocky smirk graced upon his lips.

“You do realize Santa doesn’t exist, right?”

He teased, bringing his face closer to hers in an attempt of flustering her. But instead, receiving a cute pout as she sent him a challenging glare.

“Say that to his face, asshole!” She exclaimed, gaining a breathy laughter from the male, his brown eyes filling up with mischief.

“How old are you?” He asked rhetorically through tear stained eyes, trying to regain his composure from the earlier laughter.

“It doesn’t matter.”

She answered defiantly, not understanding that his question was in no need of an answer, which only earned yet another amused look from Chris.

He hummed slightly before speaking. “Well, you’ve clearly not grown out of kindergarten.”

This time it was her time to stare at him with her mouth hung agape, like a goldfish. And the brunette couldn’t help but feel slightly proud, noting all the frustration she made him go through just now. Especially since all he wanted to do was to help.

“No, but really. There can be some serious consequences if you don’t warm yourself up asap.”

He spoke, more firmly this time, in hopes of convincing her. Though, in his opinion there was nothing to argue about, since the answer was crystal clear. Much to Chris’s surprise, however, he did not need to persuade her further as she let out a defeated sigh.

“You’re very stubborn, y’know?”

The girl said, walking towards his motorcycle. Even though he did take offense in her comment, mostly because it sounded quite hypocritical coming from her. He still decided to brush it off, noting that she was not completely wrong, just plainly offensive.

“Where do you live?” He asked, turning on the engine before driving out of the parking lot.

“Heaven’s Gate building, street Straight to H*ll.”

He deadpanned in response, unwillingly letting out a snort at her answer. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he mimicked her previous unimpressed look before speaking.

“Can you try to be serious for at least five minutes?”

The male gave her a hopeful look, mentally cringing at how desperate he must’ve looked at that exact moment. However, by this point he was far too exhausted to care. Which was strange, since it wasn’t that late.

“That is all you’ll get from me.”

The platinum blonde stated, crossing her arms over her chest to emphasize her defiance. Now it was his time to let out a defeated sigh as he simply decided to drive her over to his place. He doubted his parents would miraculously appear there, so there was no particular reason for him to worry about how to explain the absurdity of this situation.

During the drive he couldn’t help but send small glances in the direction of her arms that were wrapped around his torso. He didn’t know why, but the feeling gave him a tingling sensation in his stomach.

The drive was approximately twenty minutes long and by the time they had finally arrived, it was already half past ten. His apartment was dark as the both of them entered in complete silence, nothing heard except for their footsteps.

Soon brightness enveloped the female’s vision as Chris had turned the lights on. White bare walls surrounding them as the platinum blonde took in the appearance of his home. Very modern, and simplistic, but still luxurious. His family was obviously quite wealthy if they could afford this.

“Would you prefer my bed or the couch?”

He questioned passively, waiting for the girl to snap out of her stupor. She tilted her head slightly whilst blinking owlishly before registering his words.

“Your bed.”

She stated as if it was obvious, earning an eye roll from the taller male. Without asking she went further into his apartment, but stopped as soon as she felt his gaze literally burning holes through her head. Which made her send him a questioning look in response.

“You’re not going to ask where it is?”

“I’ve got it all figured out.”

She proudly announced, finding his room with no problem as if this was her apartment and not his. He simply stared in the direction of his room, where she had now isolated herself in. Different kinds of thoughts evaded his mind, which he decided to shrug off as one of her oddities.

Lørdag 13. desember 2014

Once again, had he found himself in this situation. It seemed as if this was going to turn into a regularity by now. He wasn’t too sure why though. But at this point he had even considered just skipping out on each party that was held prior the Christmas holidays.

Only thing that made him reconsider was the fact that his friends would probably notice and start questioning his absence. This way, however, were they all far too drunk to even notice his sudden disappearance.

He wasn’t sure for how long he’s been walking by now. Neither did he acknowledge his own surroundings until he found himself deep inside the city park. He was not sure at which moment he had gone in the wrong direction, but figured it was not worth the trouble, nor the headache.

It was only when he saw a white figure swaying back and forth in the center of the open space as he stopped dwelling on his past activities. Getting closer he pressed his lips into a thin line as he recognised the person before him.

“Well look at that, she’s alive!” The male spoke dramatically, taking a swing beside his probable friend.

The female tilted her head towards him cutely, arching an eyebrow in the process. Without any further ado, they both continued to stare into the clear night sky. No words were spoken as Chris began to slowly sway his own swing back and forth, listening to the faint humming coming from his company.

He didn’t even try to convince her to wear something warmer, knowing his attempts would be futile. Accepting the fact that this was her way of embracing winter. Or was it treating it equally to summer? Whatever it was, he accepted it. But it didn’t stop him from throwing his own jacket at her.

“That was a pretty ungentlemanly thing to do.” He simply rolled his eyes at her inability to accept someone’s kindness.

“You’re going to freeze.” She added, ignoring the scoff that came from the male.

“That's rich coming from you.”

He retorted, finding this conversation completely ridiculous. The female merely shrugged at his obvious lack of conviction to her next response.

“The cold has no effect on me.”

The platinum blonde stated, throwing his jacket back to him, which caught Chris off guard. Albeit hesitant, he decided to leave her at that, understanding this would take him nowhere.

Soon the male felt his pocket vibrate, indicating that somebody had just sent him a message. The sudden light sparkling a certain surge of curiosity, as feline eyes trailed over to his phone screen. Without paying any mind to her prying look he began typing a response to the sender before sparing a small glance at the hour.

2.42 am

It was fairly late. Far too late for a teenage girl to be found deep inside the city park. Once again he began feeling concerned. Did she have problems at home? Why would she prefer to be here at such an hour, rather than home, safe?

“Won’t your parents get worried?”

“Won’t yours?” She retorted, earning a passive shrugg from the male.

Now that he thought of it, she did not seem keen on the idea of him driving her home during their previous encounter. Usually he wouldn’t care too much. But considering the fact that this is the second time he finds her in such attire, he figured something serious must be going on.

“You know it's impolite to just leave without saying goodbye, right?”

Rather than questioning her straightforwardly, he decided to carefully redirect their conversation, but not too far from his main target. Last year she must’ve surely gone home, right? Where else would she go? Unless she left in the morning?

Chris groaned in frustration. This was the second time the two interacted and each time she never failed to cause him a major headache.

“I didn’t have much of a choice.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her efficient ways to evade his questions, since this wasn’t her first time doing so. Not to mention, the answer was rather obvious, right? Her parents must’ve been really worried about her. But it didn’t explain her reasoning for leaving home, in practically nothing more but her nightgown. Which technically wasn’t a nightgown.

What confused him even more was that, unlike last year, it was way past midnight. Which made her words make even less sense. If she was in such a hurry then what about now? It didn't look like she was in any haste to leave. Then again, he could’ve misinterpreted it. Was he thinking too deeply into the subject? After all, she was just a stranger to him.

“Don’t you think it’s ironic how we ended up seeing each other only a whole year after we met without crossing paths?”

Chris commented absentmindedly whilst staring off into the distance. She only hummed in response, eyes closed, seemingly deep in thought.

“It was really lonely, y’know?”

She spoke up after a while, earning a confused look as a response to her sudden statement. Ignoring it, the blonde continued with her monologue.

“Not being able to speak with anyone, completely invisible… As if you were never there to begin with.”

They both sat there completely still, the only movement being their locks dancing alongside the passing wind. Chris placed his hand firmly atop of her smaller one as a form of reassurance.

“I saw you, but not even once did you notice me.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, putting his whole attention to examining her expressionless face. No matter how much he tried to understand, nothing seemed to make her words sound more reasonable.

“Why didn’t you just walk up to me then?”

The male questioned. Though it appeared to come out a lot harsher than he had intended. “You’re the only one who can see me, but it only happens on peculiar days such as now and then.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

The female merely shrugged at his question, deliberately ignoring his intense gaze. She was clearly hiding something, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly. And it annoyed him how easily he had already grown accustomed to her avoidance of his questions. For some reason, did the blonde never give him any clear answers.

He let out an exasperated sigh followed by a barely audible curse under his breath. The girl swayed her legs back and forth, seemingly completely oblivious to his growing annoyance. However, the more time passed the more he was sure that she was intentionally ignoring him.

“I’m sure I’d be able to see you the next time you try to approach me.”

Chris spoke up in order to ease the rising tension within his body, yet she remained silent. Her eyebrows furrowed, gaze fixated on their intertwined hands that are now laying on her lap. Without missing any beat he once again spoke up.

“What do you say about going to my place?”

“Is this going to turn into a regular thing?”

She answered with a question of her own. Eyes forming small crescent shapes as a big smile appeared on her face. “If this is how things are going to be then how about we skip the foreplay next time and I’ll just go to your place straight away?”

4.55 am

He was really not having it. In all honesty did he not understand what compelled him to think that doing something nice would ever benefit him. If anything, had Chris come to the conclusion that doing good deeds is not worth it. More specifically, a complete waste of time. What made him so opposed to the idea you might wonder? Well, it's quite simple.

For starters, did the girl for some weird reason think it was a good idea to completely monopolize his bathroom for over an hour. And by that he literally means an hour and a half. He was still wondering what someone could possibly do there for so long.

Now you’re probably wondering why he’s still calling her “the girl”? The explanation is way more irrational than you might have originally thought. The platinum blonde had just for some reason decided to keep her real name a secret.

Now you might be wondering why he said “real name”. Well, she never actually said that she’s not going to tell him her name. No. She just thought it’d be a good idea to introduce herself as The Saint Lucia. Which was amusing at first. But considering the fact that she was quite adamant on the fact that it was her real name, made him wonder whether she was completely sober.

So this takes us to the present with Chris standing at the kitchen counter, watching his current “guest” literally shoving all the fried eggs he had made her in an, obviously, not too graceful manner. And honestly, did the brunette feel slightly uneasy at the display before him.

The whole sight was in his opinion very unhealthy. Was it normal for someone to eat like a gorilla on a rampage? If anything the whole thing was not even normal for a grown man, let alone a small, fragile girl.

If she was trying to choke herself to death with food, doing it in his kitchen would be the last place he’d ever agree on. Seriously. There was no way he was going to let himself get arrested for indirect murder. If that had been the case, he could’ve just left her in the park this morning.

“You do realize those eggs aren’t going to run away, right?”

The male inquired, taking a seat opposite of her. He arched an eyebrow in sync with these words, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat down on the wooden chair.

“I haven’t eaten in ages!” She exclaimed, mouth full of fried eggs making him cringe at her lack of manners.

“And for how long have you exactly lived?”

He questioned her amusedly, feeling his already present smirk grow at the sight of her annoyed expression. She rolled her eyes at the evident smugness, gaining a few snickers from the other at her reaction. Silence once again enveloped the room, except for the sound of her occasional sipping from the hot cup of tea.

“Two days.”

The male practically choked on his own food as these words left her mouth. Sending her a small glance, he was left even more confused. He was not sure whether she was joking or not, seeing how happily she was eating. And the more time he wasted on observing her the less it looked as if she was actually joking.

Noticing his weirded out expression, she simply rolled her eyes before speaking. “Technically less than one day if we count the amount of hours I’ve actually spent with you.”

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes at her ridiculous statement. Could this girl at least try to be serious once in a while? Yes Chris himself did indeed tend to joke around more than most people did, but not even his jokes could rival the amount of bullshit spewing out of her mouth.

“So you’re telling me that you left your mother’s tummy in full adult size?”

He questioned sarcastically, whilst sending her a condescending smirk. The blonde, however, seemed completely unfazed by his words. Chris was about to add something, but stopped as he felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket.

From: Will

‘WTH are you?’

To: Will

‘Didn’t feel like staying.’

Read:-

From: Will

‘Ur srsly missing out!’

His eyebrow rose upwards at the new text message. He had been sure back then that all his friends were either too high or too drunk to notice his absence, but his assumptions had turned out to be wrong.

However, the new message was far more strange. Specifically, the indication that the party was still ongoing and he was “missing out” on something despite how early in the morning it already was, which made the brunette internally groan. Usually everyone would be passed out by now, but apparently, this time, that was not going to be the case.

He simply ignored the last message and turned his attention back to his “guest” who was, much to his surprise, already staring back at him. “Don’t you think it’s rude to stare when you still haven’t even introduced yourself properly?”

“Anne-Marie Karlsen.”

“Huh?”

The blonde merely rolled her eyes at him. Without uttering a single word she took a sip from her drink, patiently waiting for him to process her words. Because apparently, Chris was not fully prepared to receive such a straightforward answer. Blinking his way back to reality, the male finally managed to register her words as his mouth slowly made an inaudible ‘O’ shape in acknowledgement.

“Well Anne-Marie Karlsen, the name’s Christoffer Schistad, but my friends call me Chris.” The male wiggled his eyebrows in sync with his “formal” introduction, before continuing.

“I’m happy that we’ve finally passed this little dilemma, noting that I will not have to mentally call you ‘the girl’ or for short ‘blondie’, which I was ‘bout to do, by the way.”

He soon added, which earned yet another eye roll from the female that sat at the opposite of the kitchen table. Chris was pretty damn sure that based on the amount of times the both of them had rolled their eyes at each other’s remarks ever since they met, he’d probably turn into a millionaire by now. That is, if he were to gain approximately 50 kronor for each time it happened.

“Well, I guess I should thank you too for finally letting me identify your nameless face, Shitstad.” The female shot back in a mocking manner.

Admittedly, she felt fairly accomplished at the sight of the twitch of his left eye. But she wasn’t going to voice it. Mostly, because she'd feel even more insulted if he were to know that she actually felt the need to insult him. It wasn't that important however, more the fact that she didn't want him to think that he mattered more than he actually did. Which he didn’t. It would just feed his ego.

Søndag 13. desember 2015

Screams.

He could hear them. Practically feeling the shrill dancing across the surface of his skin as they were echoing through the almost empty apartment.

Confusion.

The first emotion that was expressed within his eyes. Perhaps it was a strange emotion to feel at the sudden sound interrupting his deep slumber. But had their voice not sounded so scarelly familiar, Chris’s reaction would have been completely different.

His right hand traced the empty space of the bed in search of his mobile phone. Hazel eyes reflecting the now lit screen that illuminated his earlier dark bedroom whilst adjusting to the sudden light. Eyebrows furrowing at the hour displaying on it.

12.01 am

Slowly the male got up from the bed, stumbling a few times due to the still very present sleepiness. He stared into the dark hallway with squinted eyes until all attention fell upon the white silhouette standing across the hallway near the front door.

Anne.

Her stature was tense, hands clutching onto the white fabric that was wrapped around her tiny body. Even though her face was completely covered by long bangs, Chris could practically feel her icy blue eyes glaring daggers onto the wooden floor.

Carefully, he strode towards her oblivious form. Wrapping his arms around her smaller frame, only then was the male able to notice her uncontrollable trembling. Her bottom lip quivered as she began letting out inhuman noises. Yet all Chris did was continue to stroke her hair whilst quietly whispering sweet nothings into the shell of her ear.

After a moment of silence, the female let out a shaky breath. “If I disappear, will you remember me?”

Wordlessly he led her into the darkness of his bedroom. As his eyes were completely readjusted, was he finally able to observe her appearance. She was pale. Paler than usual, and that scared him. The sight before him, so sick, it almost made him feel like throwing up.

“How did you get in? Did you pick the lock or something?”

He attempted to joke, which blessed his eardrums with the sound of her angelic giggles. The act itself, forcing a giddy smile to appear on the brunette's features. The girl, however, shook her head in a ‘no’ which he didn’t even bother to question, knowing it’d give him no answers.

Fredag 13. desember 2019

Everybody knows this situation, right? You know that time when your gaze flickers over to that one spot, where that specific person somehow managed to be all this time. It doesn't matter whether you've purposely avoided them, or just not seen them for god knows how long. Yet somehow they appeared out of nowhere, on that exact spot, in that exact second.

If not, then that’s the exact situation in which Christoffer Schistad had just found himself in. And it’s not like he’s been purposely avoiding her. If anything, it has probably been the exact opposite. Chris was pretty damn sure that she’s been the one doing all the avoidance.

Because on nights like these, each year, on December 13th, has the brunette found himself stupidly searching for her. Even though he was fully aware of the fact that she knew where he lived. And the most annoying part was that the one time he had finally decided to stop, in some miraculous way he had found her sitting at the roof of an awfully familiar building.

Taking a hold of the handle he realized the door was still locked. This made him of course wonder how the hell she managed to enter. Though, the male soon remembered the night four years ago when she had somehow entered his apartment. The whole situation soon got even more ridiculous as the door swung open the second his hand left the handle, shoving him down the staircase in the process.

Wincing at the sudden impact, Chris began questioning what exactly he had done in the past to make life play such a cruel joke on him.

Once again entering the building, the male began carefully, in order to avoid the previous outcome, ascending the stairs which led towards the roof. Finally reaching the top, he spotted Anne’s small figure sitting on the edge, legs swaying in the cold winter air. As he sat next to her, he soon took notice of her appearance.

Much to his surprise had the blonde not changed one bit, still looking as the first time they had met. He had already been slightly suspicious the two last times he had seen her, but decided to push those thoughts aside since the first time there had only been a year gap between their meetings and during the second was he too sleepy to look into it. Not to mention was it very dark, which made it hard for him to get a clearer view of her.

Now, however, he began wondering. It had been four years since their last interaction and she hadn’t aged at all. How was that even possible?

For the first time in his life Chris began questioning whether vampires really did exist. It made sense, right? He had only seen her active during nights and whenever the sun came up was she already at his place, completely protected from daylight. The more he thought of it, the more reason did his conclusion produce. Frankly, it even made him feel a certain security now that he had more or less given this absurd situation a valid explanation. No matter how ridiculous it actually sounded.

“Is my love for you an indicator that I’m crazy?”

He suddenly blurted out and perhaps that was the strangest way he could’ve possibly chosen to greet her. Not an: ‘how have you been?’ or ‘where the h*ll have you been all this time?’ Seriously? There were so many other things he could’ve said, yet he had to choose this? Why was he doing this to himself?

“That was a really weird way to phrase it.”

Anne commented, which made the brunette internally groan. Of course she would choose the most insulting way to answer. What was he even hoping for? Since when did the two of them ever have a decent conversation? Had this not been a rhetorical question, the answer would be never.

“Where have you been all this time?”

Ignoring her offensive comment he decided to return to his previous internal monologue, where the male had chosen two very appropriate ways of starting a conversation with her. Well, that was after his dysfunctional brain had decided to ruin his chances by coming up with the most stupid intro in history. Which was of course without adding the cursing word into the sentence.

After all, Chris was already 22 years old, which meant he had enough manners not to curse in front of a girl. Anne, however, did not seem to get the hint since she simply, like always, decided to ignore his question and return all attention to his previous one.

“Why would it be crazy?” The brunette thought of an appropriate answer before speaking. “Have you not noticed how there’s never anybody around whenever we're together?”

Anne shrugged as she spoke. “What if I thought that we were the only ones left on this planet?” The male deadpanned at her statement not too sure whether she was being serious or not.

“What? You’re literally the only person I interact with.”

He scoffed. “That’s impossible, you do realise that at some point you’ll just have no other choice but to leave your house to at least have something to eat?”

“That’s not necessary for me.”

Rolling his eyes, the brunette decided to drop the subject, sensing that it was already mentally draining him. Gaze falling down, he finally realised that this was the roof of his old school: Hartvig Nissen. His eyebrow rose in question at his sudden awareness. It was a rather strange coincidence. Not even once during their interactions had this place become a topic of discussion. So why was she here?

Chris’s eyes travelled back toward the pale figure sitting to his right. Mind filled with unanswered questions. This was it. He couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Bottling them up, each time constraining the growing curiosity, feeling even worse in the end. Fully aware that the reason behind their expression was not a well thought out inquiry, but rather a long suppressed spark that had finally ignited creating a massive explosion.

“But seriously, there’s nobody ever around when you suddenly appear out of nowhere, then disappear like you were never there to begin with!”

He continued. “Sometimes it feels as if you’re just part of my imagination. Are you even real?”

She didn’t say anything for a while. Cold air brushing past her blonde strands of hair as icy blue eyes were fixated on the limitless star filled sky.

“If that’s the case, then according to your logic, you must be completely in love with yourself.” Chris could practically see the second head growing out of her tiny body as these words left her mouth.

“Do you even hear yourself right now?”

She rolled her eyes. “What? If you claim that I’m just a fragment of your imagination then doesn’t that mean that I’m you but in a girl’s body?”

“The fact that I’m agreeing makes me question my sanity.”

“But the part where you think that I’m your imagination doesn’t?”

“Why did you have to start to make sense now of all times?” The male exclaimed with raised arms. Could anyone remind him why he liked her again?

“If you really love me then you shall jump off this roof.”

His head instantly shot up at her words. Was she insane? Wait a second… That was a rather stupid question. Of course she was! Ever since they had met, she had proven it over and over again. What kind of person walks around barefoot during winter? No. Let’s rephrase that. What kind of person befriends someone who walks around barefoot during winter?

“Would you jump off this building for me?”

He retorted, feeling slightly offended by the nonchalant ‘no’ he received as a response. But really, what else was he expecting?

“I never claimed to love you.”

“Wow… You really do know how to make a person feel appreciated.”

The brunette commented sarcastically, feeling his mood shift more drastically than expected. Which frankly annoyed him, because it meant her words actually stung him. Too occupied by his own thinking the male failed to notice her shift beside him until her voice broke his train of thoughts.

“Let’s see how real I am.”

Confusion filled his senses as he furrowed his eyebrows at her words. However, his eyes widened at the sudden realization as a sudden wave of nausea hit him like a truck.

All he could feel was her cold body pressed against his. Lips molded together. He felt as if he was levitating. Not sure whether he was still grounded or already falling. One thing he was sure of, however. He had stepped into unknown territory. Yet it was so intoxicating that he now knew… He was already in too deep.

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