#or like bashing my head against the wall bc i really considered it i dont think ive raged this hard before

[akascow]

i get why dudebros punch the wall when they lose a game now

[littlespoonevan]

yoooo i loved your little drabble about isak and even meeting in isak's first year at the bakka party! would you considering writing the same situation but from even's perspective? obviously you dont have to if you dont want to but i think it'd be cute to read how even spots isak from the minute he walks through the door and can't take his eyes off of him the whole time! maybe he even preemptively slips his # into isak's jacket pocket before meeting him on the bench bc he knows isak is special

anon said:oh noooo that little bakka party drabble is so cute! i’d love to read some follow-ups to this if you ever feel like writing more! kisses

anon said:omg please do a part 2 to even and isak meeting at the bakka party!!! it was so good i’m ENTHRALLED!!!!

anon said:Yesssss pleaseeee write part two!!!!

okay!!! so this is a continuation of the bakka party fic as well as even’s pov!!!! i hope you enjoy it, angels:’)

Part 1

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Even goes to every single party he hears about in thenext two weeks, just hoping for a glimpse of Isak again. He’s still cursinghimself for not asking for his number. He’d plannedto but he’d lost his nerve a little when Isak’s friend had shown up.

He’d noticed him the second he walked in the door,expression piqued with curiosity and something that had almost looked likerelief. Even would have felt guiltier about staring at him but with him andSonja taking a break after one too many fights and the way Mikael’s smile hasbeen muddling his head recently, nothing fucking makes sense.

Isak though. Isak had made sense that night.

He’d watched him lean against the wall and lazilyglance around the room. When his friend had disappeared in the direction of thekitchen with a girl he’d seen the way Isak’s calm demeanour slowly grew morepanicked, looking around the dancefloor with an agitated expression on his facethat contrasted starkly with the easy confidence he’d been wearing earlier.Even had watched him escape outside and waited a healthy amount of time before following him.

And he’d just. He’d had the best night of his life –sitting on a porch swing smoking with a stranger who didn’t feel like astranger.

But he has yet to see Isak again since that firstnight. He doesn’t have his last name so he can’t look for him on Facebook. He’dconsidered asking Elias’ little sister, Sana, since she was a first year inNissen too but he thinks it’d probably raise too many questions he’s not surehow to answer yet. So instead, he goes to parties and hopes against hope thatIsak will show up again.

He’s honestly close to giving up, moping in thecorner at the party of some guy in his English class, when he sees him.

Isak steps through the door with two other boys intow: Jonas, from last time, and a blond boy. He hasn’t spotted Even yet – why would he? Even thinks, he’s probably forgotten about you – and hedisappears down the hallway after only a moment.

Even exercises excellent self-control and stays inhis seat, listening to Adam and Elias bicker about something and trying desperatelynot to watch the entryway of the living room for when Isak comes back. He does return a few minutes later, withouthis jacket and with a can in his hand.

Even completely checks out of the conversation aroundhim then in favour of watching him. He doesn’t know how long it takes but atsome point, Isak must feel him staring because he looks over in Even’sdirection and freezes when their eyes lock.

Even offers a smile and a tiny wave and he’s too faraway to tell but judging by the bashful smile on Isak’s face when he ducks hishead he’s probably blushing.

“Who are you waving at?” Yousef asks, making Evenjump and hastily look away from Isak to meet his friends’ curious gazes.

“Just some guy I met at Rakel’s party a couple ofweeks ago,” Even says casually. He resigns himself to not being able to talk toIsak just yet after that and allows the boys to suck him back into their conversation.He still tosses fleeting glances in Isak’s direction whenever he gets thechance and feels a thrill shock through him every time he catches Isak lookback.

It takes a while but eventually he notices Isak’sfriends peel off, presumably in search of a hook up, and when Even next meetsIsak’s gaze a look passes between them before Isak slips through the crowd inthe direction of the back garden. Even manages to last about sixty seconds withhis heart in his throat before he pushes himself up and announces that he’sgoing to get some fresh air.

“Want me to come with you, bro?” Mikael asksautomatically and Even thinks if it was a few weeks ago he probably would’vejumped at the chance.

Instead, he shakes his head. “Nah, it’s cool. It’sjust a bit stuffy in here, I won’t be long.”

With that, he pretty much hightails it out of theliving room and weaves his way through the crowds to reach the garden. It’sbusier out here than it was at the last party and he doesn’t immediately spotIsak until he notices someone sitting on the grass further down the garden, bundledup in a jacket with little tufts of blond hair visible in the dim light.

Even doesn’t run to him but it’s a near thing. This gardenis a little different from the last, wide and sprawling while also slopingdownwards towards a treeline. Isak is sitting about halfway down the hill,leaning back into the slope with his legs bent at the knee and his head turnedtowards the sky. He’s mesmerising.

Even sits down beside him, butterflies erupting inhis stomach when Isak casts a shy glance in his direction.

“Can I have your phone?” Even asks before he can losehis nerve.

Isak raises his eyebrow but his hand still goes tohis pocket. “This is an even weirder conversation starter than you declaring ussome reincarnation of Romeo and Juliet just so you know.”

“I didn’t get to give you my number last time,” hesays, plucking Isak’s phone out of his slack hands. “And I had to go to a lotof shit parties just to see if you would show up because of it. I’d rather thatdoesn’t happen again.”

Isak is staring at him, expression caught somewherebetween excited and disbelieving as Even folds his phone back into his hands.

“I wanted to go,” Isak says when he finally seems tohave found his voice again. “But I didn’t really know how to explain why Isuddenly wanted to spend all my time at Bakka parties instead of ones thrown bypeople at Nissen.”

Even nods, hoping he looks more confident than hefeels. He may feel like he might burst on the inside but on the outside heaffects a teasing smile. “Just tell your friends you met a devastatinglyhandsome boy who shared his weed with you. They’ll understand.”

Isak raises an eyebrow again before huffing out alaugh and shaking his head. “I’m not sure that they would, actually.”

Even feels himself frown slightly at that, shiftingto mimic Isak’s position so he can more easily bump their shoulders together. “No?”

Isak turns his head to the side to meet his gaze fora moment before he looks away, shrugging self-consciously. “I don’t know. I- Ihaven’t really-“

“It’s okay,” Even says softly when watching Isaksquirm makes his chest clench.

They share a look for a moment and Even feels himselfrelax once again when Isak’s lips lift in a tiny grateful smile. Then Isak’sgaze drifts to the sky again and he sighs. “Life would be so much fuckingeasier if I was a star,” he says petulantly. “They don’t have to deal withemotions or insomnia or anything like that.”

“Uh, I believe Stardustbegs to differ,” Even teases. It’s an attempt to make the crinkle between Isak’seyebrows disappear and it works. Isak rolls his eyes, mouth curving up in whatappears to be an involuntary smile.

“That’s a movie,” Isak mumbles then and Even knowsthat but considering the way he’s glowing from the inside out just sitting besideIsak right now, he thinks that movie might’ve been onto something.

“So you don’twant me to disappear through the trees to collect you a star?” he checks,letting out a delighted laugh when Isak elbows him.

“No, I want you to stay here,” Isak murmurs and whenEven turns his head he finds them only centimetres apart.

“I can do that,” Even whispers, feeling his throatbob as he hooks his pinky finger around Isak’s where their hands are layingside by side in the grass.

Isak lets out a tiny gasp at the contact but after amoment seems to steel himself and tangles their fingers together properly.

Even is content to sit like that for a while, staringup at the sky and revelling at the way his fingers are sparking where they’retouching Isak’s. He hardly remembers there’s still a party raging on behindhim, the music almost like a distant soundtrack to the moment than anythingelse.

They’re quiet until Even hears Isak stutter out abreath and then he’s hesitantly asking, “Even?”

“Mm?”

“Have you ever kissed a boy?”

Even turns to look at him and isn’t all thatsurprised to find Isak already looking back at him. “No,” he says quietly. “Haveyou?”

Isak merely shakes his head in response. Evenconsiders him for a moment, takes in the way Isak’s expression seems to begginghim to lean in in one breath and praying he’ll leave in the other. He doesn’t knowwhat Isak really wants but he can take a guess.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he reachesup with his free hand to cup Isak’s cheek and, in one smooth movement, hecaptures his lips in a chaste kiss. It’s a barely there brush of lips but itmakes him feel more than he ever thought possible. It lights him up.

When he pulls back a moment later he feels hisheartrate pick up at the way Isak’s eyelids flutter open, mouth still partedslightly and looking so, so inviting.

“Now you have,” Even whispers.

It takes a minute for the words to register with Isakbut Even can tell the moment they do because a shy smile spreads across hisface and his cheek grows hot under Even’s palm.

“So have you,” Isak whispers back, hand hesitantlyreaching up to touch Even’s lip like he can’t really believe it.

“Still wish you were a star?” Even asks after amoment, voice soft and low.

Isak shakes his head, fingers absently tighteningaround Even’s where their hands are still held together. “Stars don’t kissboys.”

Even grins, nudging his nose against Isak’s andleaning in to kiss a boy with galaxies in his eyes.

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