Warning: The story won't exactly follow the show but I'll do my best.
Focus - season 1&2&3
Jonas was leaning against the wall, though I could see that he was barely keeping himself from sliding down. He was completely shitfaced and smiling widely.
"So," he giggled.
I had no idea what to say, and just as I was about to start explaining, Chris came out of the door. He smiled and wordlessly walk straight up to me. I was aware of Jonas' burning gaze and frankly, I couldn't bring myself to think properly. Chris brought his hand up and lifted my chin up before he leant in.
It wasn't a chaste kiss at all. It was deep, languid and I felt hot all over once again.
"See ya, housewife," he said when he pulled away, giving me one last grin before walking down the corridor.
"I can explain," I stammered to Jonas as soon as I recovered.
"Leave it," he said, laughing so hard he started hiccuping. "I won't remember it anyway."
I shrugged it off then and judging from my own drunk state, I could tell he was right. As I tried to lift him up, the two of us ended up sprawled out on the floor, giggling like crazy.
"It was quite a shock, though, seeing you naked under one of the Penetrators," Jonas smirked once we had calmed down. "I expected to see Eva there, couldn't find her anywhere."
"Jesus, tone it down. I just hope I'll have no memory of it tomorrow."
When we finally stood up and walked down the stairs, we ended up facing a very much sober Eva. That was pretty unexpected.
"Christ, Jonas!" she exclaimed, but Jonas cut her off before she could continue.
"You wouldn't believe what I just witnessed," he laughed, my eyes widening in horror. "Isak and one of the Penetrator guys..." I nudged his ribs hard enough for it to bruise.
"We were looking for Jonas," I said instead. I was hoping that my expression was enough of a cue for him to know that I didn't want him to tell Eva. "We were looking for him but surprise, he ended up finding us." I forced out a laugh. "Sorry Eva, we're both drunk as fuck."
"Yeah, I can see that." She looked at us with a frown. "Wait, I'll as one of the guys to give you a ride. Hey Chris!" she shouted. Oh fuck. This can't be happening.
"It's fine, Eva, we're cool. We don't need him to..." I was speaking fast, trying hard to convince her.
"What's up?" There he was, a question in his eyes.
"Eva, I swear we're fine. Jesus Christ, Jonas, get your shit together! See? We're sober." I really, really didn't want Chris to take us home. Anything would be better.
"Could you give these two a ride home? They're both shitfaced and I don't want them to get hurt or bump into the police."
"Eva, come ooon!" I wish she could read my mind. "We're okay."
Chris looked at me with a smirk. "I've already drunk. Can't risk getting caught, but I can get someone to drive them."
As he was looking for someone, I muttered to Jonas quietly. "We gotta run. GO!" I turned around and ran, Jonas close behind me. We were bumping into everyone and everything. I could still here Eva and Chris laughing when we were running out the door.
Once we were on the road, we gave it up and started walking, as straight as was possible in our state. Everything seemed funny, even Jonas' normally awful singing voice had me hyperventilating.
"Ja, vi elsker dette landet, som det stiger frem, furet, varbitt, over vannet, med de tusen hjem," he was singing the Norwegian anthem, his deep voice resonating on the quiet street.
I joined him after a few more lines. We kept singing it and changing the melody to make it sound funny. I was still laughing at it when we reached my place.
Morning after, both boys suffering from a major headache
The sound of my alarm was the worst. Whose fucking idea was it to have a party on a Sunday?! Why would they do that?!
My head was hurting so bad, it was insane. I reached for the alarm but realized that someone was sleeping next to me. It was Jonas, snoring slightly with his mouth hanging open. Fuck.
I finally turned it off and thought about what happened yesterday. I could remember all of it. Why is it that I always black out when the party is good but the one time I really wanna forget, it doesn't happen?
The worst thing was the realization that remembering last night made me smile. What the hell was wrong with me?
"Jonas," I muttered. "Jonas, get up!"
"Just one more minute..." he snored again.
"Get up, we smell like garbage. It's a school day, we gotta take a shower." I pushed him away and stood up.
"Ughhh," he grunted, holding his head. "What the hell did I do last night?"
Wait. Could he really not remember?
"You don't remember anything?" I asked, failing at hiding the excitement in my voice.
"Nah, just bits and pieces right after we got there. Why are you so happy? What did we do?"
"Um, you ran off somewhere so I started looking for you. Chris or whatshisname helped me out. Then you appeared and we ran away because Eva was trying to get someone to drive us home. We sang the national anthem, ring a bell?"
Jonas shook his head in confusion.
"Nevermind, I'm gonna take a shower. Go and try to persuade my mom to make us breakfast," I said while walking to the bathroom.
"She won't talk to anyone, Isak," Jonas sighed.
"I know. Just try it, okay?"
He got up reluctantly and made his way to the kitchen. I closed the bathroom door and got into the shower, ignoring the cold when the water first hit me.
What happened to me yesterday? Was it the alcohol...? That couldn't have affected my feelings, though, could it? Then why does my stomach feel all weird whenever I think about what happened? Am I getting crazy? I can't be gay. Why did I agree to it. Maybe it was just a bet, maybe Chris will tell everyone and people will give me hell at shool. Again, my stomach got all knotted up. It was different than before - the thoughts about last night made me feel weird, but in a good way. This was pure anxiety.
God, this was the worst thing I've ever done.
"Will you be in there for long? I gotta hurry so that I can grab my stuff from home," Jonas said as he walked right in and started throwing off his clothes. Jonas and I have always been close, it's nothing unusual that we do things like this. It was nothing like what had happened with Chris.
I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist, then went to my room to grab us some clean clothes.
Later, when Isak and Jonas are getting to school
My eyes found him immediately after we got there. He was standing with the other Penetrators by the entrance and he was watching me as I was getting off the bike. Jonas kept ranting about something but I paid him no attention, my gaze still locked on Chris.
Has he told someone? I was afraid to find out.
"Hey, you listening?" Jonas nudged me with his elbow.
My mind was still far away when I turned to him. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
Jonas just laughed it off. He put an arm around my shoulder and ruffled my hair which I knew he was gonna do but couldn't stop him. Asshole. He knew I hated that.
"Gotta go greet Eva. See you in the classroom?"
I nodded absentmindedly and watched Jonas walk to the girl squad. What was I supposed to do then? I couldn't just walk past Chris, he was right by the entrance. Calm down, Isak. It's just Chris - just pretend you don't remember a thing. Yes! I could do that. Why haven't I thought of that sooner??
With a growing smirk on my face, I lifted my head up and started walking. Didn't even look at Chris as I was walking by - not straight at him, at least. But I caught him watching me the whole time. Still smiling, I ignored his presence completely and entered the school.
Once I was inside, I found the closest corridor and leant against the wall, finally allowing myself to breathe. My heart was racing a hundred mph and my legs were shaking. The image of him watching me as I walked by seemed to have been burnt on my eyelids. It was a huge mistake - what I did the night before - but I still couldn't stop thinking about it the entire day. About what happened, about Chris.
I sneaked glances at people around, trying to find out if they knew, if he told them, but no one was looking at me funny. Jonas noticed that I was acting weird, though, and he announced that he wasn't gonna talk to me until I tell him what happened or at least sort my shit out.
That meant I was sitting alone during the lunch break, at the very back, quietly enjoying my cheese toast. The calmness lasted until Chris suddenly appeared in front of me. Without saying a word he grabbed my wrist (again) and dragged me across the room. He didn't stop until we were outside, at a quiet stop where no one could see us.
Then he let go of me. My hand hurt so I flexed my fingers a few times.
"What happened last night," he started with a serious expression, "forget it. It never happened." He looked around to see if we were really alone.
"Cool," I said, rubbing my wrist.
"Cool?" he looked at me funny. "No 'why did you do it then?', 'how could you say that?', 'do I really mean nothing to you?!'"
I glanced at him like he was an idiot. "You think I am some silly girl? It meant nothing to me. Like you said, I'm not gay, just wanted to try that. And believe me, it was nothing extra, I'm not planning on doing it again. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go and finish my toast."
I was about to walk away but he grasped my hand again and pulled me back.
"Could you stop doing that? I'm not made of rubber, it fucking hurts!" I grunted through my teeth. I was irritated and extremely confused - torn between wanting to beat him up or kiss him senseless.
"It meant nothing? Nothing extra?" he raised his eyebrows. "Didn't seem like it last night."
"Last night didn't happen, remember?" I smiled and licked my lips.
Chris didn't say anything, he was frozen at his spot, which is when I decided to leave.
I didn't go back to lunch as I was intending. Instead, I hurried up and found the nearest bathroom where I checked the doors to see if I was alone. Then, I slid down onto the ground and involuntarily started crying.
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