Euronymous

Chapter two

"Falafel plate!" Hammed calls. I looked up as the bell above the door rang and Erik walked in. He was taller than me and our father. His hair was a few shades darker than mine though, more burgundy than my coppery red.
He flashed a smile at me before approaching the counter. A couple of his friends followed behind him, taking a seat at the empty table across directly from the counter.
I had to double take as I noticed Øystein was with among them, along with Jan & Jørn.
Both Jan & Jørn were taller than Oystein, both had black hair too, but they had fringes and different builds. Jørn was the lankier of them, and from what Erik had told me, his chosen stage name was Necrobutcher. Jan's was Hellhammer.
They were all talking and laughing, but as the lunch rush died down, I managed to catch my breath and was able to eavesdrop while I cleaned the tables around them.
"I'm telling you, man. This guy, Dead is going to be the perfect front man for Mayhem. He's exactly the sound we are looking for." Øystein sounded certain. He was excited and I could hear the drive in his voice as he spoke.
"I'm picking him up this Saturday from the train station." He took a sip of his soda. I felt his eyes on me as I moved to the next table and looked up. A strand of my hair fell in my face, and I tucked it behind my ear, smiling at him shyly. He looked away, but not before I saw the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

We hadn't spoken much, ever really. The last conversation we had was over a year ago, in his basement, when he'd asked me to call him Euronymous. I wanted to chuckle at the memory. Since then, he had dyed his hair black, was dressing in more black, but he was still the same Øystein in my eyes. He still ordered the same sandwiches, depending on his mood or the day of the week. I'm not even sure that he noticed the patterns to his orders, but I did. You could tell a lot from someone's Kebab order.
They finished up after a while. As Erik stood, he came up to the counter. "Else, Dad wants you to grab his dinner before you go."
"Sure." I replied, though truthfully, I barely heard what he'd said. Øysteins gaze met mine as he left and he gave me a small smile with one side of his lips. I bit the inside of my cheek.
I couldn't deny that I'd always been attracted to him. He had an air of excitement and unpredictability about him. I could use some of that in my life.