It was hard to capture Hvitserk his attention, certainly when you weren't his number one thought. And what surly didn't helped were the other girls praying him like he was a god himself descending from heaven to earth. You were his friend but it didn't felt like that anymore. For weeks you felt more then only friendship, you thought he did to but the feeling lingered as he smiled to more others then to you. You stood before your locker when he popped up beside you. You didn't gave him a look, you just switched your books. 'Y/n.' He greeted you, out of breath for being late again. There were hundred possible situations running through your head for what he could be late again. 'Oh, hey, didn't knew you were still alive.' You said while pushing you locked close. 'I'm sorry,' he started, grabbing his things to walk after you. 'Don't you need to be somewhere else?' 'Are you mad?' He asked out of the blew. You stopped and turned around. 'Am I mad?' You repeated his question. 'Hvitserk, you hardly talk to me, other things are more important than you own friend. You know I thought there was something here between us but I probably saw that wrong,' you started walking again. 'Like a lot of things apparently.' You muttered behind. ' He shouted behind you. The only thing you did was giving him your middle finger, hearing that dramatic sign of him spreading through the school hall.

When you walked through the hallway to your apartment you noticed your door was open. You froze, looking around for signs of other doors broken open. But when you got closer it wasn't broken open, it was just open. You slowly walked over to it, pressed against the wall while you tried to find a good way to attack whoever was inside. The only thing heavy enough were your books. You walked into your apartment, noticing the smell of freshly made food. You walked around the corner to the kitchen, fingers clenched around your books before you saw him standing. 'Damnit Hvitserk!' You hissed angry on seeing him standing there, shoving something into your oven. 'Please let me explain.' 'What are you doing in my apartment, how did you get it?' You asked him impatient. 'I ask your parents for the spare one.' He said, showing the key between his fingers. That left you breathless, they gave him a key? 'What?' 'I'm your friend, I needed to be in your apartment, so,' 'I don't want you here.' You interrupted him. 'Can I explain?' He asked you a little impatience. You signed, dropping your stuff down before crossing your arms before your chest, looking how he carefully walked in on you. 'I wanted to surprise you.' He began. 'Why, it isn't my birthday.' You shrugged. His expressions became angry for a moment, he hated your stubbornness, more than anything else. ' Because it is four years ago we became friends.' He stated. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. 'And I wanted to do more than only this but you got so angry with me so I hurried a little up.' He pointed to the kitchen. You dropped down on the edge of the couch, looking at him ... how could he reminder that even? You forgot. 'And I thought, four years of a friendship should be celebrated with me saying I need you more than anything else in the world.' He used your silence to fill up all the gabs in between. 'I want more, I need more.' He said. You slowly breathed out, still not knowing what to say or do. 'Hvitserk,' his name came so slowly over your lips but he silenced you again, cupping your face between his hands. ' Sorry if I acted differently, I didn't knew how to say it otherwise.' He loved you? He loved you? You looked up into his eyes before pushing up your lips and meeting his. His hands melted away from your face, hand stroking your back, you sides. 'Why didn't you say this earlier?' You breathed out against his lips. Nothing tasted so sweet before. 'You know me, I love to make a dramatic entrance.' He chuckled, kissing you lightly again. You pulled him with you in the couch, feeling his body on top of you felt so right. Despite his food was burning, nothing got you distracted from him.