i wish i were heather- chapter two
by: rosie <3
(i swear it’ll get a better name eventually lol)
tw: illness, low self-esteem, slight mention of loss, and the Danes
NOTE: THIS IS NOT A REAL PERSON FIC. NONE OF THE CHARACTERS NOR THE STORY ARE TRYING TO BE BASED AROUND REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS. I understand the song is partially true to the artist’s real high school life, but this story is meant to be all fiction.
note, i do not speak Danish. i used google translate, so i proudly blame all mistakes on them (jk, pls don’t come for me, sundar pichai)
After Conan put the sweater back on, (which he noticed Miles looking at him doing so, causing him to smile and blush stupidly and probably not very discreetly) the taller boy tied the two bags full of clothes together.
“Ready to go when you are,” Miles said smiling, the bag slung over his shoulder.
Kneeling to tie his shoes, he answered. “Oh, I mean it’s not like I waited 45 minutes, reading one of your terribly, and trust me when I say terribly, annotated books,” he teased, starting to rant. “It’s not like I offered to help you multiple times, but noooo, it’s not my stuff, so it’s just awful to even think about such a thing.”
“That was a nice thing for me to do!” Miles argued.
“I’m not done. All while sadly eating your mother’s delicious Danishes. So I don’t know, the chances of me being ready to go are relatively low…” Conan knew he was very clever, and liked to show it off sometimes, as he teasingly did now.
“Oh, poor you,” Miles retorted, pouting, then smiling, eventually bringing himself to a light chuckle, rolling his eyes, going downstairs from his loft bed. Conan followed, shutting the door behind them.
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“Hej, mor, jeg er tilbage om est par timer, posen til Goodwill kommer i kasen. Elsker dig!”
Conan knew Miles’ mother, Astrid Nørgaard, preferred her son to speak to her in her native Danish. It always put a smile to Conan’s face when he heard them, and it was even better now that he had a slight idea of what they were saying; Miles had been teaching him since May. He recommended it much more than Duolingo.
The younger, taller boy was telling her they’d be back in a few hours. He was trying to get out of the house quickly. Conan knew why, and he felt sad thinking about it.
“Ah, ah, ah hvor tror du, du løber så hurtigt hen? Giv mig et kram, og for guds skyld, fort æl mig, hvor du skal hen! Det er, som om du er seksten på seksogtyve!” the woman exclaimed.
Conan couldn’t keep his laughter in, and it stifled out. Sixteen going on twenty six. A simple joke, yet so innocently funny. Even due to current circumstances, Mrs. Nørgaard never lost her sense of humor since he’d met her when he was only thirteen.
Miles claimed she’d told him, along with the four older Nørgaard children, that when her husband had died when Miles was just seven, she’d vowed to forever used his dad humor. And to add new cracks along the way. She kept her promise.
“Jeg er ked af det, mor, prover bare at komme,” Miles lied whitely. “Du ved, hvordan det er. Og hey, måske overskrider jeg tiden og fylder seksogtyve; Februar. Man ved aldrig.”
“Åh, du er der allerde, min elskede. Du har altid væ ret så moden at din alder. Jeg har altid elsket det ved dig.”
Miles just about teared up from that.
“Farvel, mor. vi kommer ikke for sent.”
“Farvel, min søn. spis frokost og forbliv hydreret.”
Miles and Conan both smiled, knowing what the lady had said. They headed out the door, Miles dropping the bag of Goodwill clothes in the cardboard box.
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how did you guys like this chapter?? i’ll get the next one out sooner because it was supposed to be in this one but it was a whole lot lol.
like mrs. nørgaard says in danish, have a good day, eat lunch and stay hydrated!! ✌︎('ω')✌︎
-Rosie ( ◠‿◠ )
flashback to me writing this b4 the “this song” music video 💀
