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@dontyoueverplaywithguns
a multi muse rp blog featuring characters from S.E Hinton’s The Outsiders and That was Then, This is Now; JOHNNY CADE, CURLY SHEPARD and ANGELA SHEPARD. as well as my oc muse JAQUELINE DAVIS and ACE MERRILL from Stand by me/The Body and M O R E
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Vilde held back from commenting how he was right, that Eva probably did know. That “Of course Eva knows, she always knows.” With just a hint of envy. Vilde was getting tired of all of this. She was getting exhausted by the feeling of chasing absolute perfection constantly yet never getting a grasp on it.
Whenever she felt she was getting close, a new perfection popped up that she had to chase. A never ending cycle and these boys? Weren’t they all just making it worse, really? She WAS weary of Chris, because she realized already how much he affected her, which also meant; she was signing up for yet another HJERTESORG.
Chris was a hjerteknuser and perhaps the entire school could agree on that. She didn’t want to feel the pure agony of having her heart torn apart again.
“I might see you there then.” she just replied, a polite smile and it was all so frustrating because she did like talking to this player yet she just made it awkward.
He had a free period too? How to grasp onto that? The logical part of her brain told her that he wouldn’t of made a point of not having anything to do if he wasn’t remotely interested in actually hanging out with her; yet her far more damaging part was telling her that “why would he even think about that? Why would he want to hang out with her? He was Penetrator Chris. He didn’t want to hang out with someone like Vilde.
“You wanna….I mean, ” Stop, take a breath. It’s okay, Vilde. You can do this. “If we both are free, vil du henge?” grav meg ei grav.
˜”*°•. Of course Eva knows, she always knows. ❝ Hva var det ? ❞ Han smilte , a smile a bit too teasing , a bit too amused ; a bit curious too . Vilde hadde hørtes veldig bitter ut , dette var gaske tydelig . ❝ Jeg tror jeg gikk glipp av noe . ❞ Maybe the two had fought or something ? It wasn’t like it’d be extremely surprising , yet at the same time , he hadn’t caught any kind of tension between the girls lately . Not that he’d paid that much of a close attention anyway . And definitely not to the specific field.
❝ Ja . Sladretid , hva synes du ? ❞ Han hadde ikke så mye å gjøre uansett , and quite honestly , he couldn’t say no to some catchy news , some spicy conversation ; so yes , hanging out with her did appeal to him . Even if Vilde wasn’t the most popular choice , even if her whole issue with William had been … quite weird , talking to her had been surprising enough decent ; maybe even better than just that .
❝ Tro det eller ei , gosspy kan være terapeutisk . ❞ Well , not that bussdramaet had not been enough of a drama already , but … han var trøtt av det . Veldig trøtt av det . And sure , maybe while at the party , it’d be all fun and union and great spirits , right now , though ? he really wasn’t in the mood to see any of the boys .
"nei ingenting" she brushed him off. How on earth could she tell him that she was jealous of her own best friend? one he even hooked with. She was pathetic , really. She knew it herself but she couldn't tame her own stupid feelings.
"Sure, we can sladre litt. Har du hørt noe nytt da? I heard about this absolutely insane party where some boys got their asses kicked." she smirked playfully, the bruise big and painful after that night.
"So what...do you do when not rulling?" she was curius what these rich kids were doing. Did it match the fantasy of glamour life she had?
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Truthfully Vilde wasn’t even sure she’d actually get a honest, hell even an decent answer from him but, fuck det.
The question though? Took her off guard. She blinked, remained quiet. For too long even. Desperately trying to search for an ACTUAL reason; beyond him looking good. Then, it dawned on her and she looked at Chris, almost as if disbelief, a confused expression on her face. “If he liked me, så hadde kanskje alle gjort det.” She grabbed her bag and got out another can of cider. She needed one now.
“Min tur. Hvorfor blir du aldri sammen med ei jente? I mean, it gotta get boring eventually just hooking up with different girls?” it was a question she had been curious about for a long time truthfully, and with him starting out with a question about William, she could ask him this.
˜”*°•. Svaret hennes overrasket ham ikke . Skolen var skolen og fame var viktig . He knew it first hand , after all ; how many times had they gotten into fights for the sake of ego ? Hvor mange gangen hadde de gått over streken in the name of popularity ? Too many to count . And yet … the idea of Vilde thinking that William’s appreciation was of such a high value ? It couldn’t sink in.
❝ His taste på jenter er ikke så fantastisk . Just saying . ❞ Came the words accompanied by a small laugh - a laugh that’d sounded a bit too awkward in his opinion -. But then , hadn’t he been the one to make the question ? Poke his nose into the Vilde-William drama issue ? Well , sitt problem .
Still , spørsmålet hennes var vanskelig ; not the kind of topic he’d really discuss with … well , anyone . And definitely not with another girl . ❝ Jeg vet ikke . ❞ A negligible shrug ; his fingers playing with his phone subconsciously. Why were they keep switching girls ? Why couldn’t they get into a relationship ? He’d been in one, after all, right ? Yet , it’d felt meaningless , unimportant . ❝ Men nei . Kjedelig er det ikke . Jeg mener - ❞ Phone put next to him , attention back on her . ❝ Aren’t you bored of waiting for the one and only prince ? ❞ Var hun ikke lei å vente på William?
Vilde laughed at his response even though the laugh didn't quite seem convincing yet she didn't want to talk more about it. It felt lame and stupid, at least when talking to the Penetrator-Chris.
She hid a smile as he didn't quite seem comfortable answering her question. It made her feel a silly type of glee that her question did that. "Eh nei? Det er bedre enn å føle seg brukt." weird considering the only men she seemed to find interesting were the types to use you and toss you away..
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Vilde was grateful Chris managed to keep his cool, at least outwardly. But wasn’t that one of the things that made the rich still rich? Their almost born with ability to keep their cool no matter what. He wore the same expression she remembered so well from their teenage years, the friendly manner, but still; almost cold, calculated lurking behind the fake smile.
“Hyggelig å møte deg også, C……Herr?” she realized that she almost slipped up; saying his name. As if her lips ached to finally say it once again. People always talked about how to body remembered everything, if only triggered. Millions of feelings crashed through her body at the moment, the pain, the pleasure, the heartache, all those bittersweet memories. Of all that could of been, but never was.
“Sett dere, Sandra, Kasper.” Vilde spoke softly to her kids and her eyes lingered a little too long on her son. How many times had she not imagined this? Meeting Chris again. Him seeing his son, his firstborn. She tore away her eyes from Kapser and put the casseroll down on the table being sitting down herself.
Her eyes met with Chris for a second but was quick to tear away from him, afraid he’d see the sorrow in her eyes. She put on a fake smile and looked at her husband. “Fin dag?” she prayed that her husband was too dumb to realize that Kasper was a spitting image of his collegue. Chris, on the other hand? She didn’t even dare to hope. Faen; she felt sick.
˜”*°•. ❝ Barna deres er veldig vakre . ❞ Smilte Chris ; Vildes ord ignorert. Han hadde selvfølgelig sett det ; sett nervøsiteten hennes , klossetheten hennes . Og det var et spørsmål om tid før mannen hennes så det også. Det kunne hun ikke glemme .
❝ Takk . ❞ Sa han etter at han drakk litt vann . Det var da telefonen hans ringte og han tok den i hendene . ❝ Unnskyld . Jeg kommer straks tilbake . ❞ And with these words , he stood up , headed to the nearby room. Leaving the others sitting there ; the awkwardness , the tension thick enough to kill the country - if not the whole world -.
❝ Det er en liten verden . ❞ Came the words joking , when he made sure Vilde’s husband had walked away . It was indeed amazing , impossible really ; how they’d somehow, after so many years, found themselves again in the same room . And now … with kids too. To barn ; jenta søt og gutten ? Interessant .
❝ Hvor gammel er de ? ❞ Spurte Chris . Gutten så gammel ut , after all … and well , even though he knew it was not exactly the most discrete thing to figure out , he was still curious . Curious to see just how long after their time together , she’d met her husband ; given him a child too .
Vilde saw her husband disappear out of the room and she didn't know if that was for the best or not. Sitting alone with Chris might just make it all...worse. She suddenly felt a wave of guilt for keeping him away from her son. Even if he didn't even know about him. Not until now at least. No one from her old school knew about this. The day she had tested positive, she had spent a few day wondering hva faen hun skulle gjøre nå. Then; she decided to bolt. Stikke av fra alt og alle. Det var lettest.
"Ja, virkelig." she attempted to sound as cherry and joyful as she always did. For her kid's sake; and her own sanity. She smiled at her children. "Bare gå fra bordet viss dere vil leke." she suggested and her kids happily left the table. She couldn't have them around the table anymore. It was too risky.
"Sandra er fem. Å Kasper er....Åtte år, Chris." her voice cracked and she prayed her husband would take some time in the phone. Chris wasn't stupid and she felt her chest clench and she felt the urge to bolt again. Just like when she read the pregnancy test. She started collecting the dinner plates, her own barely touched. It was a regular thing and her husband never noticed it anyways.
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One might say that Vilde Lien Hellerud had gotten far in life, but here as she stood over the casseroles, sweat pipling on her forehead, trying her best to not get annoyed at the constant “Mamma!” coming from the two children, she wasn’t sure she agreed so much. She wasn’t even Vilde Hellerud anymore, not even Lien. Vilde Bakke was her name now. Married with children. All within the age of 26.
Her husband had texted that she needed to set the table for an extra guest, because apparently a colleauge was joining them. They had to have some important meeting after hours in their home. Vilde had felt the knot tying in her gut at the text. Never had she started to clean and prep their house as fast as today. Her husband was relatively new in his job and let’s just face it; it had been sheer dumb luck that he even got the job in the first place. The man was a lousy deadneck, and certainly wasn’t qualified for the job. It was way above his league. She knew he’d be pissed off if the house they recently purchased wasn’t spotless when he and his colleauge arrived.
Vilde did love her husband, she was almost certain she still did. He perhaps wasn’t the kindest person, never did anything to lift a finger, he had been jumping from one job to another, always quitting before it became too obvious he was a lousy, lazy man. Yet, Vilde felt she…owed him? You see, at the mere age of 18, she got pregnant. And god knows she didn’t dare tell the actual dad, so Vilde left Oslo, and started her life as a single mom. That was when she met her husband, four years older than her but he did seem to really like her and she did too. And even better, he didn’t mind her son.
Now, they had moved back to Oslo. Vilde had been skeptical but well; she was unemployed and barely any education. She just had to follow her husband. Whenever an idea of leaving begun spinning, she had to let it go quickly; after all, she had NOTHING. No money, no friends anymore, just herself, her kids and her crippling mental state.
“Er middagen klar?” The entry door opened and Vilde refrained from clenching her jaw as he didn’t even bother to say hey, just demanding as always. “Ja.” she simply replied from the kitchen, before calling down the children from their rooms. “Kasper, Sandra, middag. Husk, vi har gjester.” almost at once two children ran down the stairs. Kasper, 8 years old, and Sandra, 5. Sandra was almost certainly a splitting image of her mother. Just as blond and with the exact same tiny little nose. Kasper? Well…he was quite similar to his actual dad, even if Vilde had always told her husband that he wasn’t. He would probably dislike that his ‘son’ looked like his biological dad.
Vilde carried the food to the dining room and that’s when her far too frail arms almost lost the heavy casserole. Everything was spinning, her heart was pumping hard, and she felt as if she honestly was about to die. The colleauge her husband had brought home wasn’t some random person. Her worst nightmare was coming true. It was Christoffer Schistad, Penetrator Chris,
Kasper sin biologiske far.
˜”*°•. Han trivdes ikke med livet sitt . Men hvorfor ? Han hadde en hus , en job , penger , venner. Hva anderes kunne han ville ? Christoffer Schistad led a decent life . Failures here and there had been present , sure , a college drop out , a break-up, yet he’d eventually come to accept a well-paid position in a company. And even though, he’d cut ties with people from his highschool life , leaving Oslo had been off the table .
The invitation had been well-accepted . The new colleague of his not exactly catching his eye , however it was still too early to make any assumptions really . His boss had assigned him with the man’s training , with any assistance that might’ve come handy . So , getting to know him better , establishing a decent relationship with him , would only make things easier in the workplace . Or so had he thought .
It was then that he saw her ; Vilde . A surprise threatening to paint his expression , yet he did his best to hold it back . Instead , he let a genial smile form on his lips ; allowing her to choose whether she wanted her apparently husband to know of their acquaintance or not. ❝ Du må være kona til herr Bakke. Takk for invitasjonen ❞ He kindly said . Det var utrolig . Veldig utrolig . Og han var usikker how this all would go .
Vilde was grateful Chris managed to keep his cool, at least outwardly. But wasn't that one of the things that made the rich still rich? Their almost born with ability to keep their cool no matter what. He wore the same expression she remembered so well from their teenage years, the friendly manner, but still; almost cold, calculated lurking behind the fake smile.
"Hyggelig å møte deg også, C......Herr?" she realized that she almost slipped up; saying his name. As if her lips ached to finally say it once again. People always talked about how to body remembered everything, if only triggered. Millions of feelings crashed through her body at the moment, the pain, the pleasure, the heartache, all those bittersweet memories. Of all that could of been, but never was.
"Sett dere, Sandra, Kasper." Vilde spoke softly to her kids and her eyes lingered a little too long on her son. How many times had she not imagined this? Meeting Chris again. Him seeing his son, his firstborn. She tore away her eyes from Kapser and put the casseroll down on the table being sitting down herself.
Her eyes met with Chris for a second but was quick to tear away from him, afraid he'd see the sorrow in her eyes. She put on a fake smile and looked at her husband. "Fin dag?" she prayed that her husband was too dumb to realize that Kasper was a spitting image of his collegue. Chris, on the other hand? She didn't even dare to hope. Faen; she felt sick.
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Vilde gave a light laugh at his words, shaking her head, her blond hair for a second almlst covering her face. “Mysteriet? Du er virkelig full av deg selv.” The booze was shredding away her worst self esteem issues; showcasting her more truer self. Barely Noora nor Eva knew this side of her. Honestly, it was perhaps only Jente-Chris which knew how funny, or snarky Vilde could be when she wasn’t too busy getting judged or trying so hard to be something she wasn’t.
Then he suggested that game and Vilde shot him a look of uncertainty. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was indeed a bit a lot tipsy; she would never of agreed. Never at all. Yet; wasn’t it amusing what alcohol did to people? “Okay, go ahead. IF you promise to tell the sannhet as well. No lies from you mr Penetrator.” She smirked softly before finishing the bottle. Perhaps a little too fast but she was nervous.
˜”*°•. ❝ Det har du mitt ord på. ❞ He assured her ; a truth or a lie , he had not decided , yet . For quite honestly , he still was unsure of what she needed to know . Of what he wanted her to know . Sure, they’d exchanged some meaningful conversations. Sure, they’d gone for both gossipy and deeper words . Yet, circumstances were a tricky thing .
❝ Hvorfor liker du William så mye ? ❞ Came the question casual , almost teasing ; yet , still , giving away some certain curiosity . ❝ Det må være en grunn. ❞ En grunn for å være sinnsykt forelsket with a guy that taunted her . En grunn til å ville være trist.
Truthfully Vilde wasn't even sure she'd actually get a honest, hell even an decent answer from him but, fuck det.
The question though? Took her off guard. She blinked, remained quiet. For too long even. Desperately trying to search for an ACTUAL reason; beyond him looking good. Then, it dawned on her and she looked at Chris, almost as if disbelief, a confused expression on her face. "If he liked me, så hadde kanskje alle gjort det." She grabbed her bag and got out another can of cider. She needed one now.
"Min tur. Hvorfor blir du aldri sammen med ei jente? I mean, it gotta get boring eventually just hooking up with different girls?" it was a question she had been curious about for a long time truthfully, and with him starting out with a question about William, she could ask him this.
If I Could See The World
♡Vilde x Chris♡
One might say that Vilde Lien Hellerud had gotten far in life, but here as she stood over the casseroles, sweat pipling on her forehead, trying her best to not get annoyed at the constant "Mamma!" coming from the two children, she wasn't sure she agreed so much. She wasn't even Vilde Hellerud anymore, not even Lien. Vilde Bakke was her name now. Married with children. All within the age of 26.
Her husband had texted that she needed to set the table for an extra guest, because apparently a colleauge was joining them. They had to have some important meeting after hours in their home. Vilde had felt the knot tying in her gut at the text. Never had she started to clean and prep their house as fast as today. Her husband was relatively new in his job and let's just face it; it had been sheer dumb luck that he even got the job in the first place. The man was a lousy deadneck, and certainly wasn't qualified for the job. It was way above his league. She knew he'd be pissed off if the house they recently purchased wasn't spotless when he and his colleauge arrived.
Vilde did love her husband, she was almost certain she still did. He perhaps wasn't the kindest person, never did anything to lift a finger, he had been jumping from one job to another, always quitting before it became too obvious he was a lousy, lazy man. Yet, Vilde felt she...owed him? You see, at the mere age of 18, she got pregnant. And god knows she didn't dare tell the actual dad, so Vilde left Oslo, and started her life as a single mom. That was when she met her husband, four years older than her but he did seem to really like her and she did too. And even better, he didn't mind her son.
Now, they had moved back to Oslo. Vilde had been skeptical but well; she was unemployed and barely any education. She just had to follow her husband. Whenever an idea of leaving begun spinning, she had to let it go quickly; after all, she had NOTHING. No money, no friends anymore, just herself, her kids and her crippling mental state.
"Er middagen klar?" The entry door opened and Vilde refrained from clenching her jaw as he didn't even bother to say hey, just demanding as always. "Ja." she simply replied from the kitchen, before calling down the children from their rooms. "Kasper, Sandra, middag. Husk, vi har gjester." almost at once two children ran down the stairs. Kasper, 8 years old, and Sandra, 5. Sandra was almost certainly a splitting image of her mother. Just as blond and with the exact same tiny little nose. Kasper? Well...he was quite similar to his actual dad, even if Vilde had always told her husband that he wasn't. He would probably dislike that his 'son' looked like his biological dad.
Vilde carried the food to the dining room and that's when her far too frail arms almost lost the heavy casserole. Everything was spinning, her heart was pumping hard, and she felt as if she honestly was about to die. The colleauge her husband had brought home wasn't some random person. Her worst nightmare was coming true. It was Christoffer Schistad, Penetrator Chris,
Kasper sin biologiske far.
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more angst prompts.
can we talk about this later? your voice is driving me insane.
are you mad at me?
what? no, i’m not mad at you. why would you ask that?
you don’t want to know what they did to me.
what am i supposed to do without you?
you really scare me sometimes.
please don’t yell at me.
i’m not yelling!
…what did you do?
i love you, but no fucking way.
you know, you’re a really shit liar.
please don’t go. please don’t leave.
give me one good reason to stay.
is that blood? are you bleeding?
i’m fine. it’s nothing. it’s just a little blood.
you don’t have to do this, you know.
i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry.
do you really think sorry will make this better?
it feels like one of these days you’re gonna kill me.
they could’ve fucking killed you. what were you thinking?
you can’t just act like you’re not hurt. i know you are.
you’re really going back to them? after what they did?
they don’t love you.
i don’t love you.
you don’t love me.
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“Wow, Eva, trudde da ikke noe slikt skulle stoppe deg.” Vilde laughed as Eva told her that she had actually not gotten laid that night. Some might believe that Vilde was judging Eva for her adventures, but the truth was that Vilde was more envious than anything. Not entirely the bad type of envious either. She did, indeed, believe that Eva deserved to be worshipped by plenty of guys. She just wanted to be….worshipped also, at times. “Jeg skulle ønske jeg var som deg.” she smiled widely. “Skal du være med han mer da?” she teased.
Vilde didn’t quite know whether or not she wanted Eva to know that it was Chris she had been talking to. Firstly, they had not at all been flirting. Which, was perhaps why she couldn’t shake off his words. He had been talking, actually saying proper things. Å hva viss Eva blei sur? She didn’t want to annoy Eva. “Bare en random fyr. Helt grei å se på.” she shrugges. Helt grei å se på? Hva faen, Vilde? He wasn’t just okay to look at, he’s handsome as fuck.
˜”*°•. Jeg skulle ønske jeg var som deg . Nei , ikke egentlig . Livet hennes var ikke så perfekt , ikke så ønskeverdig . More like a total mess . Gutter , fester , drinker ; disse var virkelig morsomme men … de var bare distraksjoner . Og hvem var hun uten dem ? Ingen . Bare en veldig forvirret jente . ❝ Jeg er full av overraskelser. ❞ Hun smilte til henne . Truth be told , it hadn’t been the noise preventing her from doing anything ; it’d been a little more complicated than that . ❝ No way. ❞ Came the assurance with a small laugh . There was really no way she saw him again ; han hadde ikke vært dårlig , men … han hadde heller ikke vært perfekt .
❝ Har du nummeret hans ? Eller Instagram ? ❞ If he was fine to look at , and there’d been some decent conversation happening between them, then why let it go ? Especially when that’d be a good way to forget about William . And she really needed to forget about him. ❝ Jeg har en idé . We could tell him to come to the party . And then , you can talk to him once more . ❞
Wasn't it sad, in a way? Both of the girls had far too much on their plate, life was too complicated and neither spoke loud. Vilde did worry about the way her friend consumed far more alcohol than she should, or that she never seemed to slow down for anyone ; yet in one twisted way, sadly, it also made Vilde view her more interesting. It was a major flaw and Vilde did feel shame in it. "Du er." Vilde smiled because Eva was indeed full of surprises. Eva was like the girls in the movies and Vilde couldn't help by being hypnotized by her often.
Vilde's face fell slightly, while her heartrate rose. Dunk, dunk, dunk i hjerte. She felt silly, she knew she had to tell her. She just didn't want to. She didn't want Eva to take him. Please don't. She could tell her when Eva found someone she actually liked. Beside, invite him to the party? A party he was part of hosting? "I...never caught his name. He might not even go to our school." She lied and honestly, she was having a bad time doing so.
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He wanted to know her? Vilde realized that, to her heartbreak, that Chris had been the first god damn guy to ever say that to her. Never William. Never her previous crushes. Not even as a child, boys wanted to know her. They didn’t want to play with her because all she did was play with Barbie dolls, she wasn’t unqiue and interesting.
And that? Kind of hurt. Because what if Chris was just joking. Playing some mean joke on her behalf, before he returned to his crew just to laugh and point at her. Even Noora would laugh as she was hanging on William’s arm. Because Noora was unique. She probably never played with barbie dolls. How could she trust this guy? Was it safe? Hell no. He was Penetator Chris. New girl every week. Handsome as a snake.
“Jeg vil bli kjent med deg også.” it was the booze talking, the orange flavorued bacardi breeze clapsed tightly between her fingers. Vilde snorted at his following words though. A reaction she couldn’t control. “Hørres ut som du snakker av erfaring.” she replied pointedly, almost accusing, for no reason at all but that she didn’t know how to handle deeper topics. Those were best left dwelling and hiding and screaming over in secret, right?
˜”*°•. Han nølte litt – her words taking him by surprise; for this was definitely not the kind of answer he had seen coming // no, most girls would have simply blushed or giggled or gone all heart eyes –. And yet, she’d gone for something entirely different. ❝ Kanskje. Men dette er mysteriet, ikke sant ? ❞ He joked; a distraction. At least, until the subject was changed; focused on the first part of the conversation; the safer one.She’d claimed she wanted to get to know him, after all; and so, he was willing to show her the way.
❝ Vi kan spille the three-question-game. Jeg vil spør deg om noe og du vil svare. Bare sannheter. ❞ A casual shrug accompanied the suggestion; the fact the game was quite dangerous for both of them, definitely not something he didn’t acknowledge; but it was something he had chosen to ignore; en sannhet, en løgn, what was the difference really, anyway ? ❝ Then, you will ask me. Hva syns du ? ❞
A sip was taken on his drink; was it the third one or the fourth one ? Honestly, he hadn’t cared enough to keep count.
Vilde gave a light laugh at his words, shaking her head, her blond hair for a second almlst covering her face. "Mysteriet? Du er virkelig full av deg selv." The booze was shredding away her worst self esteem issues; showcasting her more truer self. Barely Noora nor Eva knew this side of her. Honestly, it was perhaps only Jente-Chris which knew how funny, or snarky Vilde could be when she wasn't too busy getting judged or trying so hard to be something she wasn't.
Then he suggested that game and Vilde shot him a look of uncertainty. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was indeed a bit a lot tipsy; she would never of agreed. Never at all. Yet; wasn't it amusing what alcohol did to people? "Okay, go ahead. IF you promise to tell the sannhet as well. No lies from you mr Penetrator." She smirked softly before finishing the bottle. Perhaps a little too fast but she was nervous.
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Vilde almost wanted to point out that just perhaps Chris had some fault in it all. She wasn’t naive enough to believe that the penetrator boys were entirely without fault in this conflict of theirs. Even if she had a bad habit of hiding behind a mask of naivity. It was just so much lettere. She decided against it though and nodded along to his words. They couldn’t change it now anyways. “Still sucks. How are people anyway? Anyone got really hurt?” she clutched her purse, feeling as if she was over staying her place in the conversation. God, he had to be tired of her. Just like William had been. Just like everyone.
She gave a small laugh but she felt insecure. Was she actually welcome at the party or not? Did she even want to go? She obviously would have to watch William with Noora. She might be mad but she wouldn’t miss the party. So Vilde would have to watch the pair.
Then there was Chris himself. Having to watch him hook with probably every girl around there. She didn’t know how keen she even was on that .
“Nei, det visste jeg ikke. Never heard annoying girls are in, actually.” a sheepish laugh. “Hvor er festen, da?” she asked carefully, testing the water. Chris probably would dismiss her question. She couldn’t help but smiling as he mentioned how fun Noora and William’s drama would be. “Yeah, don’t tell anyone but I’ve already overhead Noora almost screaming in her phone when talking to him. He’s been calling and texting nonstop and she refuses to meet up with him.
“Now? Well, I got a free period now after lunch break so I figured I go for a run or something. Honestly, I don’t know. Neither of the girls have one today. You?”
˜”*°•. Worse than the previous time ? He wasn’t sure really. None had died, heldigvis . There’d been that guy getting a broken nose , however most had gotten away with merely bruises and cuts . Huset var imidlertid ikke bra . And at this point , he would have opted for a life in hospital rather than having to deal with his parents’ hysteria . ❝ Alle har det bra så vidt jeg vet. ❞ Som var heldig .
Han tok en titt på telefonen sin. She was hesitant , he had noticed ; something about her moves radiating quite an uncertainty . Og kanskje … he hadn’t answered right away on purpose . Most girls wanted to show off , wore that mask of perfect confidence and painted their faces with a confidence so unlike them . And yet, here Vilde was ; not exactly doing what most girls did . Not trying to impress.
❝ At Borkis’ house. ❞ It wasn’t often that they threw parties there , so he doubted unfortune incidents would take place . Plus it was one of the few times , they were being quite secretive about it ; money to cover more damages not exactly something they currently possessed . ❝ Jeg tror Eva vet hvor det er . ❞
It was difficult to hold back a small smirk , when Vilde talked about the almost couple . And it was difficult to not feel quite a satisfaction that William’s little love life was going downhills . ❝ Well , hva er livet uten litt drama ? ❞ Was his mere comment . And honestly, he wasn’t sure whether he felt bad about thinking this way ; for hadn’t been William acting like a selfish bitch in the first place ? Perhaps getting what he deserved would finally wake him up.
❝ We were supposed to finish a project i dag men Henrik og Truls er ikke her. So, I guess I am quite free for now . ❞
Vilde held back from commenting how he was right, that Eva probably did know. That "Of course Eva knows, she always knows." With just a hint of envy. Vilde was getting tired of all of this. She was getting exhausted by the feeling of chasing absolute perfection constantly yet never getting a grasp on it.
Whenever she felt she was getting close, a new perfection popped up that she had to chase. A never ending cycle and these boys? Weren't they all just making it worse, really? She WAS weary of Chris, because she realized already how much he affected her, which also meant; she was signing up for yet another HJERTESORG.
Chris was a hjerteknuser and perhaps the entire school could agree on that. She didn't want to feel the pure agony of having her heart torn apart again.
"I might see you there then." she just replied, a polite smile and it was all so frustrating because she did like talking to this player yet she just made it awkward.
He had a free period too? How to grasp onto that? The logical part of her brain told her that he wouldn't of made a point of not having anything to do if he wasn't remotely interested in actually hanging out with her; yet her far more damaging part was telling her that "why would he even think about that? Why would he want to hang out with her? He was Penetrator Chris. He didn't want to hang out with someone like Vilde.
"You wanna....I mean, " Stop, take a breath. It's okay, Vilde. You can do this. "If we both are free, vil du henge?" grav meg ei grav.
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“Jeg ser. Kanskje.” she replied gently and shrugged. She just didn’t imagine that she’d be wanted there by anyone else. Chris obviously not. Or William. Truthfully, Vilde could even go so far to doubting that her own friends actually wanted her around and when that spiral started, it took a lot to put an end of that train of thoughts. These days? That train was going rush hour. A small part of her wanted to lock herself away from everyone. Just like her mom. No, no Vilde. Don’t go there.
“En gutt? Er det ALT du husker? Du tuller!” Vilde exclaimed and never seemed to comprehend Eva’s way with the guys. She seemed to not care at all what anyone else thought of her and it made Vilde jealous. “Ja, lå du med han?” she laughed, invested. Now that she knew it wasn’t Chris.
She didn’t point out that perhaps it would be wise of Eva so calm down her drinking. Vilde knew she should but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do so.
Vilde grew visible flustered at Eva’s question and automatically shook her head. “Hva? Nei. Jeg snakket….akkurat med en av Penetrator gutta. Ingenting viktig.” she flashed her trade-mark smile.
˜”*°•. After the disaster of the first few days at school, NOT caring had been her coping machine; her way of surviving. It was better this way; better than crying over rumours and whispers, better than thinking about nothing but her image. And relationships ? Jonas had been nice and they’d shared some pretty good moments together. But she didn’t need another Jonas; not when she could simply have fun without the burden of commitment.
❝ Nei! Det er sant. ❞ She laughed. ❝ Vi hørte støyen, så… det gjorde jeg ikke. ❞ It’d become chaos pretty fast; and judging from the whispers echoing here and there ? Chris’ house had been left a complete mess.
At least, none had ended up in the hospital. Or died.
❝ Og… hvem var denne Penetrator gutten ? ❞ She teased; a playful smile making its way into her face. Some catchy gossipy; the perfect cure to a horribly dull school day. And if Vilde had actually flirted with someone ? Well, her friends ought to know before anyone else. ❝ Var han kjekk ? ❞
"Wow, Eva, trudde da ikke noe slikt skulle stoppe deg." Vilde laughed as Eva told her that she had actually not gotten laid that night. Some might believe that Vilde was judging Eva for her adventures, but the truth was that Vilde was more envious than anything. Not entirely the bad type of envious either. She did, indeed, believe that Eva deserved to be worshipped by plenty of guys. She just wanted to be....worshipped also, at times. "Jeg skulle ønske jeg var som deg." she smiled widely. "Skal du være med han mer da?" she teased.
Vilde didn't quite know whether or not she wanted Eva to know that it was Chris she had been talking to. Firstly, they had not at all been flirting. Which, was perhaps why she couldn't shake off his words. He had been talking, actually saying proper things. Å hva viss Eva blei sur? She didn't want to annoy Eva. "Bare en random fyr. Helt grei å se på." she shrugges. Helt grei å se på? Hva faen, Vilde? He wasn't just okay to look at, he's handsome as fuck.
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[text] så bra 😂
[text] Nei hvem? 🙈
˜”*°•. ❝ Du. Hei. ❞ Glass of alcohol was handed to her; a small, kind of impish smile forming on his lips. ❝ Så, hva skjer ? Festene våre er bedre. du må innrømme det. ❞
Vilde jumped slightly as Chris, out of nowhere it seemed, popped up. She quickly gave him a smile however, and thanked him for the drink. "Yeah, dette mangler liksom...slåssingen." she laughed, giving him a teasing look.
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[text] oi, ja, herregud 🙈😂 Di burde finne et rom 😅
[text] slutt å tull 🤪 men ja 🙈 du tror ikke vennen din kommer til å savne deg da? 😉
[text] Kanskje. Men han kommer over det 🙄
[text] OK. Og jeg tar med drikke
[text] Du vil aldri gjette hvem jeg nettopp så 😂😍
[text] så bra 😂
[text] Nei hvem? 🙈
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[text] Di er opptatt. Som alltid 😅 Hvem er du her med?
[text] Du tuller, men takk :))
[text] Med en venn, men… han er litt opptatt
[text] Ser du paret der borte?
[text] Ja, dette er han. 🙊
[text] Og jeg tuller ikke 😉 forresten, jeg lurte på. Vil du ha selskap?
[text] oi, ja, herregud 🙈😂 Di burde finne et rom 😅
[text] slutt å tull 🤪 men ja 🙈 du tror ikke vennen din kommer til å savne deg da? 😉
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Chris words hit hard. Vilde looked away from him, refusing to look at him. Because it was true. She was sad, constantly. An overwhelming sadness that felt like a burden to her. A sadness she couldn’t stop to acknowledge properly because then she’d collapse. “Maybe, av og til.” she mumbled, still looking away. Why did this guy waltz into her life and why did he have to say these things. He was supposed to be some rich, emotionless guy, and he was certainly wasn’t supposed to make her feel all these things.
˜”*°•. ❝ I won’t pretend to know you. Because I don’t. ❞ Few had been the times they’d talked to each other, after all. Their every interaction dressed with alcohol and loud music; parties drowning in drama. First with William’s childish behavior, then with the Yakoozas’ little performances. Now…. Now there was another party indeed; the beat still echoing violently from the house accommodating it. And yet, there they were; sitting outside on a bench. ❝ But I won’t pretend that I don’t want to know you. ❞ Det var komplisert. Det var utrolig komplisert. Because he could be hooking up with the girls inside, and yet he wasn’t. Was she his target ? His way of adding another name to the list of his fans ? Ja og nei. Ærlig talt, he was still trying to understand himself. ❝ And I don’t know if it does make any difference, but whatever it is that is hurting you ? You should just punch it in the face, because it’s not worth it. ❞
He wanted to know her? Vilde realized that, to her heartbreak, that Chris had been the first god damn guy to ever say that to her. Never William. Never her previous crushes. Not even as a child, boys wanted to know her. They didn't want to play with her because all she did was play with Barbie dolls, she wasn't unqiue and interesting.
And that? Kind of hurt. Because what if Chris was just joking. Playing some mean joke on her behalf, before he returned to his crew just to laugh and point at her. Even Noora would laugh as she was hanging on William's arm. Because Noora was unique. She probably never played with barbie dolls. How could she trust this guy? Was it safe? Hell no. He was Penetator Chris. New girl every week. Handsome as a snake.
"Jeg vil bli kjent med deg også." it was the booze talking, the orange flavorued bacardi breeze clapsed tightly between her fingers. Vilde snorted at his following words though. A reaction she couldn't control. "Hørres ut som du snakker av erfaring." she replied pointedly, almost accusing, for no reason at all but that she didn't know how to handle deeper topics. Those were best left dwelling and hiding and screaming over in secret, right?
