i'm bigger than my body;

There’s the smallest smile tugging at her lips from his words, from the sheer casual energy that Chris exuded. Amalie pretended to mull it over a little bit, before tilting her head. “Ah, knulle det. Sure, get me a beer, since you’re being so polite.” Parties and her were always a bit of an on-again-off-again thing; but she was here this time, so that counted, right?

There’s something about the way that he said it that caught hold of her. Amalie glanced at him, out of the corner of her eye. She swallowed around a lump, thinking about what to say. She thought– well, she thought a lot. It was at odds with her high-strung emotions; her tendency to lash out instinctively when she was hurt, to chew on her pain until it was nothing more than an unrecognizable mess when spat out. Here’s the pride before the fall, didn’t they say? That… was a problem, to obsess over something so much that it stopped being about the thing before her, and solely about herself. Double-edged was her mind. She’d spent her entire life relying on it. “Why?” Amalie finally responded, turning to face him fully. She winced at how sharp it sounded, and tried to soften it. “Are you scared, Even?”

Her brows furrowed, confronted with that unexpected, random question. “Vel,” Her Norwegian accent curled around the word, as Amalie finally addressed the man. “I guess I just listen to it on Spotify? Or Youtube. I mean it’s there so, like, why not? You can just get Spotify Premium.” She shot him a look, pursuing her lips. “Why? Why are you asking?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard one of your songs.” (@fissarsi)

“I⎯” Amalie really didn’t know what to say to him. He brought up memories ⎯ good times ⎯ at Camp Firewood, and then acted like those memories weren’t worth as much as she thought they were. A stranger in a foreign country, trying to reason with the one of the few American friends she had. “First you said we wouldn’t always be friends, and now you’re saying we weren’t friends. So what, you acted like my friend just because you could? That is⎯” Her fingers clenched into fists. “Jævla, it fucking sucks. Why are you doing this? Why can’t you handle that we genuinely became friends? And that I want to continue being friends even after Firewood. Because I refuse to believe that you’re just a cheating dick like Coop calls you.”