Characters: Reader, Christoffer Schistad, Noora Amalie Sætre, Eva Kviig Mohn, Sana Bakkoush, Vilde Hellerud Lien
Genre: Romance
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: Angst and fluff
Requested by @iunaetic
Request: hi darling <3 i was wondering if i could make a request ? a chris schistad x reader , with prompts 76; ‘OH you’re jealous!’ And 78: ‘please just kiss me already.’ thank you for considering xx
Prompts: 76. “Oh, you are jealous!” and 78. “Please, just kiss me already”
Summary: You keep rejecting Chris so he decides to make you jealous.
A/N: English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what do you think about it. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.
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[ID: a black and white gif of Chris Schistad's eyes with heavy black make up. He looks down, then to the side. End ID.]
You were chatting with Noora in front of your locker when you spotted him coming towards you. You rolled your eyes. “Please, not again,” you snorted.
“What?” She turned and saw him. “Ah...”
He winked at you. “You’re hot today,” he said once he was near enough. You lifted your eyebrow. “You’re gross as always.” You faked a smile and left with Noora before he could add anything else.
***
“I don’t understand why you keep rejecting him, he is hot and he really seems into you,” Eva commented eyeing him sat across the room with his friends. You were sitting with the girls at your usual table in the cafeteria; Noora had just finished telling about your exchange with Chris that morning.
“Because he is a knob who only uses girls for his own pleasure and then breaks their heart,” you replied gazing at him laughing at something. He caught your gaze and smiled winking before you could tear your eyes away from him muttering an “asshole.”
***
He was in the yard joking and laughing with his friends avoiding to look at you on purpose. On the contrary, your eyes never left his figure.
“I know you want him dead, but glaring at him isn’t the right way to do it,” Sana commented next to you, not looking up from her phone.
“Then why calling it a death stare if they don’t die?” you asked annoyed, finally taking your eyes off of him to look at your friend who looked back at you. “Because people wish they could,” she explained.
“Why are you so upset, anyway?” she asked.
“Isn’t it clear? He is using my friend only to make me angry and then he will break her heart when he will get tired,” you said as if it was the most obvious thing.
“Look, Eva knows what she is doing,” Sana assured you. “Isn’t it maybe that you’re angry because you like him and you’re jealous and his plan is working perfectly?” she suggested.
“Bullshit, I don’t like him, he is an asshole,” you replied at once.
She sighed at your stubbornness, but before she could add something, you had already taken your backpack and were heading quickly towards him. He spotted you and bit his lower lip to hide an amused smile.
You stopped in front of him like a whirlwind, his friends moved to give you space. “Hey, princess, did you change your mind?” he joked.
“Stop it,” you demanded.
“Stop what? I’m having a good time with my friends, what’s wrong with that?” he asked indicating his friends all around you.
“You know what I mean,” you said frustrated.
“No, please, tell me,” he said only to tease you.
“You’re using Eva to make me angry,” you said rolling your eyes.
“Oh, you’re jealous!” he exclaimed as if he had suddenly realized it.
“What?! No, I’m not jealous! I’m angry because you’re a prick who is using my friend,” you retorted, more frustrated by the minute.
“Look, seriously, I’m not using her, she is very happy to have sex with me on a daily basis.” It was too much, you stormed off without another word shoving past the Penetrators around you and then Noora and Eva who were heading towards Sana.
“What happened?” Noora asked her shocked.
“She is jealous, but she doesn’t want to admit it so she said Chris he should stop using Eva and he wasn’t exactly delicate about the whole thing,” she explained before looking at Eva who was mouthing something at Chris signalling him to follow you. After some resistance, he did.
“What was that?” Noora asked just as shocked as Sana.
“I offered to help him making Y/N jealous.”
When Chris entered the building, you were nowhere to be seen. “Shit!”
He began checking the girls’ toilets, then the classes on that floor but he couldn’t find you. After a while Eva joined him. “Did you find her?” He shook his head. He felt so stupid. Why did he have to say such a thing?
Eva picked her phone and called Vilde. “Hey, did you meet Y/N?”
She only listened for a moment and then nodded. “Ok, thanks.” She closed the call.
“Vilde found her, they are upstairs,” she said signalling him to follow her. He didn’t hesitate to do so.
“You better not fucking this up,” she warned him stopping in front of a door behind which it was possible to hear someone talking quietly. She nodded towards it encouraging him to enter.
He took a deep breath and opened the door.
The first thing he saw was Vilde crouched down next to you. Next thing he noticed was that you were crying and in that moment he knew that he was the asshole you had always claimed he was.
Your and Vilde’s heads snapped up. You got up so quickly that your head, already heavy with crying, spun.
“Stay away from me!” you cried. Vilde got up and tried to calm you with shooting circles on your back.
“Please, listen to me, ” he tried stepping closer.
“I don’t want to hear anything from you ever again,” you replied, your hurt expression made his chest sting in pain.
“I’m sorry. You’re right, I’m an asshole and I should have never said those things. It wasn’t true anyway, I’ve never... There was nothing between Eva and me, I only asked her to help me make you jealous,” he explained. “Which was very stupid,” he hurried to add when he noticed Vilde’s scolding expression.
“But love makes you do very stupid things, you know? And... And I’m so in love with you. I’ve been for such a long time I couldn’t take it anymore, I need to be with you,” he explained.
You shook your head, still crying. “Stop, stop playing with my heart!”
He walked the distance still separating the two of you and you stepped back, hitting the wall behind you.
Vilde was no longer caressing your back, she had walked away to give you two some privacy.
“I’m serious, I’ve never been so serious in my life,” he said taking your face between his hands and whipping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. “Please, forgive me,” he whispered leaning his forehead against yours.
“Please, just kiss me already,” you sighed, your eyes still wet and red.
He didn’t think about it twice before joining your lips in a wet but sweet kiss. He had waited so long to taste your plump lips, he couldn’t believe that was really happening. He smiled against your lips and after a moment you did too breaking the kiss. “You’re an idiot,” you informed him.
Request: Hi! Could I request a being in an on-again, off-again relationship with Chris Schistad type imagine with a William twin Magnusson!reader and maybe she gets jealous after finding out he hooked up with Eva so she hooks up with a Yakuza which angers both Chris and William? I used to have a fanfic like this when I was obsessed with Skam, thank you.
Please don’t plagiarize my work!
Word Count: 3,551
“I should go.”
Chris’ grip only tightens, pulling you closer against himself as he presses soft kisses against the side of your neck. And despite your words, you don’t fight his grip, leaning into him as a soft giggle leaves your lips, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his light kisses and nips.
For a moment, you forget yourself. Your hands grip the front of his hoodie and you pull him closer as he slowly lowers his lips downwards, kissing your collarbone, pulling down the front of your shirt. You seem to forget, even for just a passing moment, that you’re in the middle of a classroom. An empty classroom, but still, anyone could come walking in any moment.
It’s that thought that snaps you out of your revere. You and Chris weren’t trying to hide your relationship, in fact, there really wasn’t even a relationship. At least not a consistent one. It was either you and Chris hooking up and being all affectionate with one another, or it was ignoring one another. You wanted to be more, something consistent, and that was clear by the way you were when you guys were off. But it felt like Chris didn’t want the same as you, because, when you guys weren’t doing well, he was off sleeping with other girls.
Or, at least, you assumed he was. Chris professed he wasn’t, but you knew what he was like.
Pulling away from the embrace, you turn your head away with a small grin when Chris leans forward to press a kiss against your lips. You hear him scoff in disbelief as you roll your eyes at him, taking a small step back as your hands fall flat on his chest, keeping your distance. “I have to go,” you repeat, raising a brow up at the boy. “Seriously.”
Chris pauses a moment before raising his hand, taking the hand pressed against his chest and pulling you forward all in one quick stride. It causes your lips to part in disbelief, much like he had before, moving out of the way of his lips as Chris tries to keep you close.
“Chris,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I’m serious.”
“It’s lunch,” Chris deadpans, smirking down at you. “Where could you possibly have to go?”
“I promised a few of my friends I’d sit with them, since they said you hog up all my time,” you explain with a grin, poking his nose at ‘you’. Chris only stares down at you, unconvinced and with a brow raised. Sighing, you let your head fall against his chest briefly. “And, ever since Nikolai came back from college, William’s been super annoying. He won’t let me out of his sight.”
“It’s not like he doesn’t know about us,” Chris shrugs, moving his hands to your cheeks and cupping them. “Why does that matter?”
“Sure, he knows about us. But how would he feel about his sister being alone with his best friend? In an empty classroom?” You smirk, shaking your head at the boy as you pull back. “I don’t think he’s completely accepted this,” you gesture between him and you, “so we better go.”
Shoulders dropping, Chris lets out a sigh. “Fine.”
Chuckling lightly, you pull back from Chris, moving to a desk and grabbing your bag and coat off of it. When you’re all settled and you’ve turned to face Chris, he’s already making his way over to the door, stopping to wait for you as you reach his side. His arm bounds around your waist, pulling you close as you let yourself fall against him with ease, leaving the classroom.
“You coming to the russ party this Friday?”
Shrugging your shoulders, you nod; “why wouldn’t I be?”
“Just making sure.”
Just then, Chris and you reach the lunch room. Your eyes dart across the room, spotting your friends on the far right corner and William and the rest of the Penetrator boy’s towards the left. You briefly meet your brother’s gaze, nodding at him before turning back to Chris.
“I’ll see you later?” You say hopefully, tilting your head up to meet Chris’ eyes.
Grinning, Chris nods, his hand falling on the back of your head as he presses a kiss against your forehead.
“At the gates?”
“Perfect.”
With one final kiss, you step away from Chris, the two of you going opposite directions. Your smile is practically radiating as you make your way across the lunchroom, meeting your friends eyes with a wave as you take the nearest empty seat. “Hey guys.”
“Y/N!” Your friend, Jessica, calls in relief, causing you to blink over at her. “Finally, you’re here.”
“Um,” you pause, brows furrowing. “Yeah. I said I would be.”
“Were you with Chris?”
You turn to another one of your friends, Izzy, raising a brow. “Yeah,” you say slowly, nodding your head as you set your things down, moving to pull out your lunch. “I just walked in with him,” you remind with bafflement, pointing over your shoulder in the direction of the cafeteria entrance. “What’s all this about?”
“Well, you were invited to the russ party your brother and Chris are throwing, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nod with a shrug. “Of course.”
“So was Eva,” Jessica calls, her eyes wide with worry as she seemingly can’t keep the words from bursting past your lips. You only blink back at her, lips pursing as you try to think back on if you know an Eva and why you should be so concerned with her. But the name doesn’t ring any immediate bells and you only stare back at your friends in absolute bewilderment.
“Okay,” you pause, “and who is Eva?”
“You seriously don’t know?” Emma questions, raising a brow at you.
“No...?”
“She’s a first year,” Izzy explains, having a bit more tact than the other two. “And she was that girl Chris hooked up with a little bit ago. The one everyone was trying to figure out who.”
Brows furrowing, your lips part, shrugging.
“Seriously?” Jessica sighs, “how can you not know?”
“Chris and I were off then, I believe,” you shrug. “If I remember correctly, I didn’t go to school much.”
“Well, anyways,” Emma shakes her head. “Apparently, they hooked up and the rumor is that Eva broke up with her boyfriend, Jonas, for him.”
“She’s serious danger,” Jessica adds, turning to you with wide eyes. “Apparently, Chris personally invited her.”
Okay, what?
Shoulders falling, you lean back, that twinge of jealousy hitting you hard as you blink blankly back at your friends. “Oh.”
“And, I heard, that she’s gonna try to hook up with him again tonight.”
Suddenly, you don’t feel so hungry anymore. Even if a part of you had known that Chris slept with other girls, it hurt to have it said right to your face. For him to personally invite her... a party where, to your information, many girls hadn’t been invited, well... And here you thought things had been going well between the two of you.
Grabbing your lunch off the table, you shove it back into your bag hastily, grabbing both it and your coat, pushing yourself up to your feet.
“Y/N?” You hear Izzy call, “where are you going?”
You don’t bother to answer, simply continue to walk off from them and out of the cafeteria. You can’t believe you were this stupid, to continuously fall for that boy and his charm over and over again. To let yourself fall that deep for a boy who in all aspects only cared about getting into your pants and clearly thought you were a good fuck.
You were a fucking idiot.
-
Y/N?
Y/N? Where are you?
Why weren’t you at the gate after school?
Y/N. Answer your damn phone.
I mean it Y/N, i’m worried.
You sigh at the flood of messages sent from both your brother and Chris. There were more than the ones you’ve just read, they were just the first you saw upon opening up your phone. And yeah, maybe you should’ve answered. You’ve been missing since lunch and it was now around seven. But you also didn’t really seem to care as you went stumbling down the halls of some house of some party you found.
You don’t really remember how you got here, too inebrated to actually remember anything, But the ache in your heart from before was gone and even though your phone kept buzzing with texts from him, Chris was gone from your mind then. You didn’t think about how you were an idiot for falling for the boy or the fact that he’d broken your heart so many times there wasn’t anything left. You didn’t think about Eva or the fact that you had stupidly let yourself be played by an absolute dick of a guy.
You just walked, talked, danced and laughed.
“Woah!”
Stumbling back, the arms that suddenly wrap around your waist are the only thing that keep you from falling. Your head tilts upwards slowly, blinking through blurred vision up at the boy who had caught you, a small, silly smile falling on your lips. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, it registers within you that the boy is a Yakuza but it doesn’t seem to really bother you. At least, not like it shoulder. Given that William, Chris and their friends have had a long time feud with the Yakuza boys. Nor does it bother you that this boy is trouble.
You’re intoxication stops you from thinking rationally.
Instead, you let out a slurred and sultry laughter, leaning into the boy.
“Watch where you’re going,” the boy laughs, holding you up. Then he pauses, getting a good look at you. “Hey, you’re William’s sister aren’t you?”
“The one and only,” you grin, blinking slowly.
“Well, would you look at that...” The boy mumbles, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you against his side. “A Magnusson at one of my very own parties. What are you doing here then?”
Shrugging, you take a large sip from your cup. “Forgetting assholes.”
He laughs, leading you through the crowd. You don’t really register where you’re going, simply letting him lead you practically blind as you use him as support.
“Someone did you wrong, huh?”
You nod, holding your cup tight against your chest. Then, you feel yourself stop, all suddenly quiet opposed to the blaring music from before and your phone once again buzzes against the pocket, only then noticing the hand placed against your ass. Your phone buzzes again, and again, as you let your head fall back against the wall behind you.
“Someone wants your attention,” the boy calls, glancing up at you with furrowed brows.
“...Asshole,” you mumble, the word coming out as a slur. Yet, the Yakuza boy still understands.
“I see,” he nods. Then, you feel a cold touch against your stomach, and you swallow thickly, your mind spinning. The boy, whom of which you still don’t know the name of, slips his hand underneath your shirt, the other tugging at your jeans. “Hey, I can help you forget about that asshole, if you’d like?”
If you were sober, you would’ve said no. You wouldn’t even be here if you were sober. But you weren’t and you wanted to forget Chris, wanted to forget the ache in your chest, so, you don’t say no. Instead, you say; “i’d... i’d like that.”
“Awesome.”
And before you know that, your shirts being pulled over your head and the world seems to fade to black.
-
“Y/N.”
Halting to a stop in front of your door, your eyes fall shut, your head pounding. The voice is unmistakeably William’s and you guessed, in some ways, you were lucky it wasn’t Nikolai. But you’d been trying to sneak in without being noticed, opening to just fall into your bed and forget about everything for a while. It seemed, however, that wouldn’t be happening.
“Jesus, where were you? You weren’t answering my texts. Nor Chris’! You had me losing my mind--”
Slowly, you turn to face your brother, his words halting the moment he sees the state of you. Your eyes are red and your skin is pale. You look, in all honesty, like shit and there’s a bright red hicky mark on the side of your neck. Your hair is disheveled and there’s lipstick smudged all around your lips. But the thing that catches William’s attention the most is that it looks like you’re about to cry.
Taking a leaping step forward, William’s lips part with panic. “What happened? Are you--”
“I’m fine,” you interrupt, swallowing thickly. “I... I’m fine.”
“Y/N--”
Taking a step back, your hand falls on the knob of your door, hastily opening it. “I just want to be alone,” you explain in a haste, not allowing him to say anything more as you move to shut your door. “I’m fine.” You shut it then, leaning against it as you fall to the floor, bringing your knees up to your chin.
It’s then that you let the tears fall, pressing your hand against your lips.
Jesus, what were you thinking?
-
“Y/N?”
You sigh, pulling your blanket up higher as you stare at the wall adjacent to you.
“I’m heading to the party,” William calls through the door, hesitating a moment. “Are... Are you coming?”
You don’t reply, holding your phone in your hand as you glance at all the messages Chris has sent you. Messages you’ve ignored.
At your lack of response, you hear William sigh. “Okay,” you mumbles and you ignore the pang of guilt. “Well, you’ll know where i’ll be. Call if you need anything.”
It’s a minute later that you hear his footsteps, and the moment he’s gone, you let out a sigh, pulling your sheets up and over your head, sighing.
-
The hour had already been going on for an hour when you decided to get out of bed and go. You were nervous the entire drive there, knowing you’d have to face William, possibly even tell him what had happened, but also that you’d have to face seeing Chris with that girl, Eva. And that broke your heart.
But you couldn’t just hide in your room forever. Unlike what you’ve been doing all week. You’d have to come to terms with reality and accept what you had done. Because even if you were drunk and maybe not even sober enough to make coherent decisions, you’d still slept with that Yakuza guy. It didn’t even matter to you that he was a Yakuza, but rather that he was just some random hookup. Something you never did.
And you’d done it without even talking things through with Chris first.
However, when you arrive at the party, you see what you hadn’t expected. Instead of everyone piled up in the bus like you’d expected, everyone’s outside. There’s a group of boys, William, Chris and the rest of the Penetrator boys, but also another. Your heart drops when you realize that the other group is the Yakuza boys.
Instantly, you’re rushing forward. Rushing past the five girls lined up before the two groups, not even batting them a look as you reach the large group of arguing boys. Your eyes fall on William first and the bottle in his hand and then past your brother, to Chris who is up in the front, arguing adamantly and loudly with... with the boy you’d slept with.
“Your girl,” the boy sneers, smirking down at Chris. “She felt fucking great against me, that much I can assure.”
“That girl,” William hisses, taking a step forward, “is my sister, fucker. And I swear to God, if you force--”
“Yeah, your twin,” the Yakuza boy laughs, shaking his head. “And I didn’t force her to do anything. She was all too willing. Like putty in my hands.”
Your lips part at his words, suddenly feeling vulnerable in that moment as William and Chris have yet to notice your presence. All you can do is watch on in absolute shock as the Yakuza boy continues to spit out profanities about you and what you did with him, angering both William and Chris.
“She was a great fuck, moaning beneath me.”
It’s that that’s the last straw. Your eyes widen when William suddenly slams the bottle in his hand over the guys hand, it shattering into a million pieces as Chris takes this as his chance to wail his fist against his cheek. That seems to happen all in slow motion, you watching with wide eyes and parted lips. But the rest seems to all happen in a blur as mass chaos ensues right in front of you.
You can’t help yourself, your eyes widen as your lips part and you let out a cry of “Chris!” Just as he’s punched across the cheek. “Stop!”
-
“You’re an idiot.”
The words come out harsh, but your voice is flooded with fret. As you desperately try to dab away the blood on Chris’ cheeks, your frown deepening every time he flinches away in pain.
“I mean really. What were you thinking! Both you and Chris! Getting in fights doesn’t solve anything, and now, those Yakuza boys can press charges against you guys. Or at least, William. And look at your face. You have a black eye, a busted lip and I don’t even want to know what the rest of your--”
“Y/N.”
Your words trail the moment Chris’ hand catches your wrist, halting your movements and pulling your eyes on him. Suddenly, you feel nervous, meeting his gaze steadily for the first time since Wednesday before everything seemed to fall apart. You realize then that you’re going to have to face what’s happened. No longer can you avoid it, not when Chris is sat bleeding before you.
“What happened doesn’t matter,” Chris dismisses, shaking his head.
Lips parting in disbelief, you shake your head. “How can you say it doesn’t matter,” you snap, falling next to Chris on his bed. “I mean, look at you. Chris, I--”
“It doesn’t matter,” Chris repeats, interrupting you once more. “Because that guy deserved it for what he said about you. Talking about you like that...” Chris pauses, jaw clenching. “I wanted to kill him. I still do.”
Eyes falling to your lip, you sigh. “He was just trying to get a rise out of you and William. What he says doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does,” Chris presses, moving his hand to your chin, clasping it and pulling your gaze on him. His voice lowers then, eyes softening. “Why?” He suddenly questions, voice breathy. “Why’d you have sex with him?”
And you sigh, because you have to tell the truth and you don’t know if you’re ready to. “I was angry,” you begin, frowning.
“Angry?” Chris questions, shaking his head. “Why?”
“Because, at lunch, when I met up with my friends, they went on about this girl you’d hooked up with. Eva.” You glance up at him nervously as her name leaves your lips, watching as his eyes widen in recognition. “They said how you invited her personally to the party tonight and that I should be weary of her. That she was a threat.” As you continue to explain yourself, you suddenly realize how childish you sound. “And... I don’t know, I was upset. I was hurt. So, I just started thinking and then I found this party and he was there and I didn’t really understand what he was saying, but I woke up naked in his bed.”
Chris’ hand leaves your chin, and you watch with a frown as his gaze lowers.
“Why didn’t you just come and talk to me first?”
“Because,” you huff, blinking back your tears. “This isn’t the first time i’ve felt threatened by another girl. I never know if we’re serious or not and sometimes I don’t even know if you are with me for me or just for the sex. And it confuses me, so I didn’t talk to you because I was scared.”
There’s a moment of pause, Chris not saying anything. Your heart feels like it’s about to break into two as you hastily wipe at your tears, desperate not to let anymore fall.
But then, Chris is shifting and his hands are suddenly on your hips. tugging your forward. “Listen to me,” he calls, his voice serious. “I don’t just want you for sex. I’ve never just wanted you for sex.” You blink up at him,at his words, biting your bottom lip. “And i’m sorry i’m not clear, but let me be clear right now. You’re the only thing that matters to me, Y/N. I never invited Eva, William invited her and her friends. I never wanted to hook up with her, I wanted to spend the evening with you. You’re the only one I want to be with.”
The tears come again, streaming down your cheeks lightly as you feel your heart flutter in response to Chris’ words.
Then, he raises his hands, brushing back your tears. “Okay?”
And you let you a laugh, leaning into his touch as your hand falls against his mouth.
That’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear. All you’ve ever had to be assured of. And you can’t be more relieved.
“Okay.”
-
OOF, this is long, so I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you thought!
Christoffer Schistad’s foot nervously taps away against the wooden flooring outside Noora Sætre’s room. He runs his hands through his hair, not believing that he’s actually going to do this. Why does he care? He pats his navy blue, bomber jacket and black t-shirt, before checking the pockets of his jeans for his phone. It’s to help divert himself from the stress of the situation at hand.
Before he has any time to retreat or think over what he’s going to say, Noora opens this door. Noora, clearly not expecting Chris to ever show up at her home, is stunned, her eyes wide and a crisp look of confusion coating her face. She opens her mouth, cocking her head in front, trying to seem calm.
Just do it, Chris encourages himself as he twiddles with his fingers. “I need to talk to you!” he blurts out, thinking that it’s best to rip off the bandaid.
Noora sighs, her shoulders relaxing. “If this is about William, I am –”
“It’s about Eva,” Chris interrupts, standing there.
Without him having to explain himself, Noora already knows what he’s come to talk about Eva for. She offers him a soft, sympathetic smile, before stepping back and motioning for him to come into her room.
Chris takes a deep breath, nodding his head, then walking in. As he passes her, he mumbles a ‘thank you’. Chris looks around, lost, not knowing how to continue this.
However, Noora helps him about my gesturing for him to sit down on the plush rug with her. Next, knowing that this man is stressed more than ever, Noora pours tea out from her teapot into two cups. Silently, with an encouraging smile, she hands a cup to Chris, who’s sitting cross-legged in front of her, just like her.
Once again, he says a ‘thank you’ and Noora knows that this politeness has come from Eva’s doing. She probably forced it into the man.
“So?” Noora starts, wanting him to open up about what he’s thinking, instead of her just telling him.
Chris gulps, avoiding her gaze. And the images and the things he’s heard and seen come rushing back to him. Promptly, he sets the cup onto the floor before looking up at Noora.
“I can’t be what Eva wants me to be,” he confesses. “I can’t be that perfect boyfriend for her.” Noora’s expression turns to one of sympathy as she tilts her head to the side. Noora has a confiding vibe to her, allowing Chris to fluently open up to her.
“I don’t know what we are. But what I know is that we only ever make out with each other, sleep with only each other. Sometimes, on good days. she’ll make me breakfast or it’s me,” Chris hurriedly explains, clearly frightened by giving too much of his feelings away. But the bottle of feelings has been tipped and lid is lost. “I drive her to or back from school and she hangs out at my place on the weekends. I’ll accompany her for dinner and we’ll go exploring the streets of Oslo if a party isn’t what we’re looking for.”
Noora takes a sip of her tea, trying to formulate a response that will comfort him. However, he goes on.
“But I heard Vilde say that her and this boy -”
“Adam,” Noora quietly fills in, giving him that extra piece of information.
“Yeah. Evan and Adam are cute. Other people say that they’ve become close. . I guess what I really want to ask you is. . . Does Eva have feelings for him?”
And Noora’s heart breaks. Never has she ever seen Chris Schistad open up to anyone. . he may have to Eva, but this is new. And, therefore, it helps her understand that the idea of ‘Eva and Adam’ really bothers Chris. Most importantly, it tells Noora that Christoffer cares very much for Eva. And in the romantic away.
Noora speaks up, “You need to talk to her, Chris. I cannot speak on her behalf.”
Chris looks at Noora, a little infuriated by her response. However, realisation hits him and he ducks his head, then nods in understanding.
Chris gets up, thanking Noora for the help, before opening the room’s door. However, Noora stops him when the door has been opened up halfway. “Christoffer, whatever you do, make sure you do what feels right? Okay? And don’t hurt Eva in the process.”
Chris, without even looking at her, nods before leaving.
-
That night, Chris gathered his courage and invited Eva to a park they’ve visited together, frequently, for eating, before Eva leaves to go party.
Chris sits on the bench of the bench, arriving sharply at five minutes to nine, at night.
He goes over all the things he can possibly tell her, all the ways he can express himself without making her mad. He goes over all the ways he can stay calm when she brings up Adam’s name. . which he’s more than sure she will.
After all, she finally found someone to love.
“Schistad, you alright?” Eva’s bubbly voice calls, from a few metres away. Chris snaps his head in time to see her arrive at the bench and then take a seat.
He smiles weakly at her, before diverting his attention to passing her a sandwich and a beer. Eva thanks him, grinning, before turning to face him, and propping her elbow onto the back rest of the park bench. She’s wearing a dark blue flannel and white t-shirt, which has been tucked into her pair of high-waisted jeans, which have been tightened by a black belt.
Chris catches the way she shudders, so he begins to shuffle asking, “Why didn’t you wear a coat?”
Eva shrugs, “I’m going to a party and then I’ll be warm. I’d forget to take my coat back home.”
Chris shakes his head, before draping his dark blue, winter coat over her. “Better?” he asks, softly.
Eva’s fingers pull his coat closer, but then she’s lost in his eyes. He’s staring at her with such gentleness that it captivates her. There’s a softness to his features that Eva has noticed a few times before, but until now, she never realised what it was. They’re close to each other.
And Chris looks like he wants to kiss her right then and there.
But Chris snaps out of his trance and shakes his head, to compose himself.
“I - uh –” Just ask her already, Chris! Being subtle, he shudders, asking, “Who - Who’re you going with?”
Eva’s mouth breaks into a teasing grin as she looks at him. She cocks her head to the side, playfully asking, “You concerned I won’t be safe?” Chris chuckles at that. He wants to reply ‘yes’ but for his ego he also wants to say ‘no’. Eva takes care of that problem for him, when she adds, “Noora isn’t coming and Vilde, Sana and Chris are going to come late but I have to leave early so Adam’s taking me.”
Chris opens his mouth to say something but then doesn’t. He sighs, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He buries his head in his hands, as he takes a deep breath.
Eva chews her bite slowly, as she inspects him. “You alright?”
Right as she finishes her question, Chris sits up right, quickly questioning, “You and Adam?”
Eva puckers her lower lip, asking, “Me and Adam?”
The tone of her voice tells Chris that she doesn’t understand what he’s asking. He’s already done damage, might as well go through with this. “You guys a thing, now?”
Eva’s eyes widen in disbelief as it sinks in. Then she chuckles humourlessly, getting up and throwing her sandwich onto the bench. “So this is why you called me out here? Hm? Because you don’t want me to do anything with Adam?” Her arms are crossed over her chest, giving evidence of her unhappiness.
Chris gets up as well, his anger building up. “Well, have you?”
“Fuck you, Schistad!” Eva replies, confidently, not missing a beat.
“You have!” Chris fights back, weakly. All he is is scared. Fuck, he thinks to himself, understanding what that means: he doesn’t want to lose Eva Mohn.
“I don’t know if you know this Chris, but we’re not a couple. Nor are you my father. So, you don’t get to go around and disapprove the boys I hang out with, alright? I don’t give a flying fuck if it hurts your ego!” Eva says. Her heart stings at her words.
Chris looks at her, a sudden confidence covering his face. Shit, Eva thinks, oh, shit, he’s about to argue real good.
“Not a couple?” Chris chuckles, just like Eva had moments ago. He takes a small step closer to her. “Okay, what about you sleeping at my house? What about us going out for lunch and dinner together? What about you not running away the next morning?”
“Stop,” Eva says through gritted teeth, as she momentarily closes her eyes.
Chris shakes his head, just as she opens her eyes, sensing he’s taken another step towards her. Now, he’s standing chest to chest. His hand, sneakily, grabs hold of hers. “What do you call staying up late to talk to each other, until one of us falls asleep? What about hanging out and kissing?”
“Don’t do this, Chris,” Eva pleads, her voice cracking.
“What do you call holding hands and going for strolls?” Chris desperately asks. Sighing, he finalises how this is going to work out. “Tell me you like him and not me and I’ll go away.”
“Chris,” Eva objects, getting impossibly close to him, her hand now wrapping around his tightly. She takes a shaky breath, before tilting her head to look at him. “I love you,” she confesses, then brings her free hand to cup his cheek. Chris’s eyes widen at her words as his heart skips a few beats. His stomach erupts and the jitters consume him. Eva giggles. “I love you so God damn much, Christoffer.”
Chris’s mouth hesitantly breaks into a grin. Then they laugh and he crashes his lips against hers. They laugh into their kiss, happy that they finally figured this out. Whatever they were.
