NON Sam and max stories (mostly THSC)

Space-cation part 2.5: the story of curtisson

(art by puppyrelp on insta)

Not long after I ran away and changed my identity, I went to the nearby train station, where I met sven for the first time. I was planning to go to the next state over, and as it turns out he was too. He was doing some mission for the clan to steal some money or jewels or something, and was making a sneaky getaway before the cops could catch him.

On the train, we ended up sitting across from each other in silence, which was a little awkward since we'd never met. But then when he got his drink, which was cherry juice or something, he was sitting back down when he tripped and spilled it all over me, haha.

He instantly started apologizing like crazy and trying to towel me off with his handkerchief, and I kept telling him that it was fine and that I could just wash it off. Anyways, after I got cleaned up, he apologized again, and I reassured him that everything was fine. I managed to cheer him up by telling him a story of the time the same thing happened to me in 5th grade when I was carrying the lemonade bowl. It made him laugh, and then he told me a really funny story where he spilled cream all over himself.

We kept chatting and getting to know each other, and I knew right away that we were gonna be great pals. The guy could talk about anything and everything for hours, and I liked listening to all he had to say with his really cute accented voice.

We pretty much became instant best buds, and we knew we had to keep in touch.

So, when I had to get off at my stop, he gave me his number, and we continued to stay friends. We mostly talked over the phone, and sometimes met up to just hang out and chat in person, although it was a little complicated when he had to disguise himself or suddenly had to leave for reasons I didn't understand until later.

I'd grown feelings for him at that point, but I never said anything, because I thought I'd never have a chance with a guy like him. I mean he's handsome, blonde, has gorgeous eyes and a snazzy wardrobe, and is generally a high-class, fancy guy. Meanwhile I was just a plain guy off the streets who wears old beat-up orange headphones and likes to draw newspaper comics. It was probably best to not mention my crush on him.

But then one day, Valentine's day to be exact, he gave me a bouquet of pretty blue roses and a note saying, "Can I be your Swedish creme?"

It made me laugh so hard, and he thought I was rejecting him, but then when I grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him into a kiss, he was happier than I'd ever seen him.

And that's pretty much it. I'm his Burt, he's my Sven. It's been that way ever since.