Fjor met Laurits at a party. The only one out of the whole crowd who really had fun. Shaggy, probably drunk and a little out of mind, but able to get high from rest. It wasn't immediately, only after drinking a little, that Fjor decided to approach him and speak. But pity that he didn't react the way he wanted.
"Don't waste my and your time. You don't need it," Laurits said with a grin, going to continue to go to the dance floor after a fiveâminute break for water.
"Maybe I'll decide what I need?" assertive and with a smile Fjor tried to take the hand of the guy, who immediately took a step back and, still with the same satisfied, cunning and prettily cute face, said:
"I'll call my brother now"
And after these words he disappeared into the crowd, leaving Fjor standing in one place and absentmindedly looking after him. No, it won't work that way.
He honestly tried to spend time without thinking about guy, all of a sudden it's just a fleeting sympathy.
One night passed and Fjor was determined to find this quick guy. Never mind, he'll curb him!
He had to interview friends, some of them laughed at him, they say "why is he to Laurits â Fjor too correct, calm, and Seier's character is complicated".
He wasn't listening, he was looking for. And he found first the name, then the number.
As a self-sufficient and serious person â typed the message.
Distracting Laurits from a tense moment in the series, which even more earned dislike and in response ignore.
Does he not want to reply to messages? Well, let it be.
Laurits was returning from a walk, went into the house tipsy, simultaneously calling his brother, announcing his arrival. But as soon as he entered the kitchen, he was dumbfounded. This intrusive guy was sitting at their table.
"What the... Magne!" Laurits turned head in the direction of his older brother ''what is he doing here?!" Bro shrugged his shoulders.
"He said that you know each other"
"You're a psych" Laurits twirled his finger at his temple and stared at the uninvited guest "Get out" and moved to the sideboard, taking out a pack of cereal, which he began to eat just like that.
"Give me at least a chance" Fjor didn't give up, he smiled, his eyes sparkled fervently.
"A chance?" for a moment there were notes of success in the voice, it's a pity that they were fake "Well, get up, turn around, I'll examine you... yeah... uh-huh... hmm..." he lowered his gaze, and then raised it "Get lost"
Laurits had the feeling that he was being followed, because wherever he went, there was this damn guy from the party, not giving him a pass.
But even to be honest, Fjor specifically didn't end up where his ÂŤfavoriteÂť was.
Yes, maybe he followed him a little. Just a little. A little bit.
One day, Fjor got lucky after all, when he passed by the company of Laurits. They then played something like a bottle for kisses, and those, knowing Jutul's insistence on their friend, specially matched them.
However, Fjor froze when Laurits came closer.
"Are we going to kiss, or are you just going to stand there like a statue?" the guy asked with impatience in intonation.
"And maybe a date first?" naivety in the voice, which was answered by a click of the tongue and a lapel.
"No, guys, I'm not going to kiss him"
Quite by chance, Fjor was passing by when the Seiers' mother was dragging heavy packages. He purely mentally couldn't pass by and offered help.
Well, who knew that Thurid would leave for a while at the very moment when Fjor would be standing against the wall and drinking soda in order to refresh himself, and at that moment the youngest son would return.
"Are you serious?! Go f*ck yourself! I'm calling the cops now!"
Probably, it was pointless to explain that Fjor didn't break into the house, but was really there at the request of Thurid, because Laurits had already pulled out a pocket knife from his pocket.
But at least some... Laurits probably had sympathy. Fjor tried too hard. Moreover, suddenly after the first date, he will still fall behind.
"Are you sure you want to go with him?" Magne looked at his brother skeptically.
"If I don't go, he won't lf*ck off. I'm not to blame for his persistence!"
Must say that the date really succeeded. Fjor was very cheerful, of course, he finally managed to be alone with Laurits, and he didn't seem so strange. Nice guy, but Laurits agreed with the rumors.
He has a difficult character, and he was not going to change or be a ÂŤpussy-pussyÂť. It would be a pity for Fjor.
"You can't handle me, honey," Seier said with harmless mockery, puffing on a cigarette.
"Sounds like a challenge!"
After a while. Not immediately, of course. But the moment will come when Laurits, looking at the rather smiling Fjor, will think what a stubborn idiot he is. Beautiful, really.
Well, so be it, have mercy and stay with Jutul. With him, it seems, it's good, it's nice. Yes, and he loves him... Really his real one.
He comes home after school, throwing the keys on the nightstand and passing on. Pausing at the threshold of the corridor and the kitchen, Laurits stared at Fjor in silence.
Fjor stared at Laurits in silence.
They will receive and look at each other.
"I've missed you" Fjor will say with a smile.
"... WE'RE ALREADY DATING, STOP BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE!"