Two Sides of the Same Coin, Moxnes x reader

The election

y/n pov

my alarm starts wailing for the 69th time. I groan and flip around like a sack of very floppy things as I check to see what time it is.

"NINE???" I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. I piss an ungodly amount of monster energy drinks before saluting my Karl Marx x Bjørnar Moxnes MLM poster while pledging my allegiance and reciting the entire communist manifesto backwards. It is nearly ten am before I throw my communist hair into the beenie Erna Solberg spat on at last years election. This election is the first where I am old enough to actually vote, without stealing my grandma's cousin's dog's brother's girlfriend's roommate's dead uncle's ID. 

I pack a little backpack where I can put all the stuff I'm gonna steal, plus my ID of course and walk out the front door. My mom is already in the car waiting for me, as she too will vote today as well. we start driving towards Stortinget when I ask my mommy dearest one of life's biggest questions.

"Sooooo...... what are you gonna vote?" I ask, imagining my mother holding the soviet union flag as she PROUDLY tells me she's gonna vote for Rødt. My mom clears her throat before she tells me the answer.

"I'm gonna vote for... FRP." OH THE HEARTACHE, THE BETRAYAL! MY OWN MOTHER!! I can feel my little commie heart shatter together with the rest because we all share one heart. I stare at the woman I once considered my mother in the driving seat. She glances at me, as I realize I haven't responded yet.

"Cool, I guess..." Fucking råner wannabe, who does she think she is, we aren't rich so FRP doesn't like us anyways

"What are you gonna vote for, honey?" My mom looks at me with an..................ticipation. This is my moment to make Karl and Bjørnar proud. Our hearts fill with joy, and as I open my mouth I can already feel my imaginary boner from the thought of Moxnes looking proudly at me (no degrading...yet), But before I can mutter a word this random woman who pretends to love me park the car and open her car door.

"I guess you'll have to tell me afterwards" She smiles, probably thinking I'm gonna vote for that ugly ass white people capitalistic party.

"Yeah... I guess so." I sigh and leave the car.

***

My mom is standing right in front of me, in the line leading to the voting stations. There are people everywhere, even some politicians. My heart flutters at the thought that Foxy Moxy might be here somewhere and that I, just a baby commie, will meet our great leader Bjørnar Moxnes. 

suddenly my mom whips around, her face in shock.

"Sylvi Listhaug is standing over there!" she said excitedly. I smile a fake smile, but can't help thinking about all the rumours that surround Sylvi and Bjørnar. My Bjørnar would NEVER even touch that VILE little racist, capitalist. I feel my face get red with anger, as my mom is staring at Listhaug like some little, white, Oslo boy who thinks Listhaug's mommy milkers are worth ruining the democracy over. Even though my mom is homophobic, she seems to forget that Listhaug's eyes aren't on her chest.

"You know," my mom said as she turned towards me without moving her eyes. 

"I heard that the only thing bigger than her breast, is her wallet" I roll my eyes. 

"More like her pile of child labourers she keeps in her basement," I mutter under my breath.

"Did you say something, sweetie?" 

"Oh, no, I was just agreeing with you." I could see the proud smile on my 'mothers' face. 

"Well, it's my turn to change the world," she exclaimed proudly as she walked towards one of the little booths to vote. I look around, but Bjørnar is nowhere to be seen. I sigh, I knew it was unrealistic to hope that he would be here. Only a wrinkly little råner like Listhaug would shove some last-minute propaganda down our throats before our final decision was made. A lady stares at me, her mouth is moving, but I can't make out what she is saying.