𝔓𝔬𝔰𝔱-𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔪 - ᴘᴇʟʟᴇ ʏɴɢᴠᴇ ᴏʜʟɪɴ x Øʏɴꜱᴛᴇɪɴ ᴀᴀʀꜱᴇᴛʜ.

Chapter I: Interview.

2nd of February, 1989.

Øynstein Aarseth POV:

- The annoying beeping of the alarm quickly filled my ears, instantly making my head hurt, it was currently 8:15AM, i had to get up early since soonly enough we had an interview around 12:30, i decided to set my alarm a few hours before since it took a long damn time for me and my band to get ready, especially Pelle, the lead singer of our band who's a fuckin' loner, i despise his guts, he always stays locked up in his room or chasing cats around the forest, sometimes arriving at midnight, and i was the one who needed to open the door for him because he always forgot his keys. Enough about him.
I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut before opening them slightly before smashing my fist against the alarm button to shut it off, i cursed under my breath before sitting up, getting out of bed and walking towards my closet, opening it and grabbing the first pair of clothes i found, and of course, my beloved bullet belt which i always wore since it went with everything, i put on some socks and some boots and headed to the bathroom, i looked at myself in the mirror before washing my teeth and my face then slightly brushing my hair.
I looked to the side to see Pelle standing there in the bathroom door, he had bags under his eyes that made him look like a panda, it was clear he didn't sleep all night, altho it did take me by surprise that he decided to leave his room on his own, since normally we had to drag him out each time we needed him to go somewhere, i noticed his tired blue eyes looking down at me, his pupils strangely dilated, he looked like he was on drugs.

"what are you staring at, creep?" - I spat out, furrowed my eyebrows and looking back up at him as he winced at the sound of my voice.
"Pss, whatever just get ready." - I said, turning to look away from him as i fixed my hair some more and sprayed some cologne on me to atleast try and hide the smell of sweat emanating from my body then walked out of the bathroom, giving Pelle enough time to get ready for the day.

- i walked towards Jan and Jørns bedroom, since they were next to each other, meaning that my room was nextdoor to Pelle's, sadly..
I loudly knocked on their doors and yelled at them to get ready, i knew they heard me since i could hear them groan and whine because they had to get up, i went downstairs and made myself some coffee, since i really needed it. Once i was halfway done i saw Pelle coming down, his gaze fixated on the floor as his blonde hair gently fell on his face, somehow i felt a tingly sensation in my chest, but i assumed it was disgust.

"You want coffee?" - I asked, looking at him as he sat down on the wooden chair nearby the table.

"....no." - He said coldly which made me furrow my brows and set the cup of coffee down.

"Don't give me that fucking attitude of yours." - I spat out, the heat rising towards my cheeks and face from the anger, but i eventually sighed and just turned away from him, sipping my coffee and looking at the time. It was currently 8:50, i yelled for Jan and Jørn to come down and once they did, i told them i was driving, since it was a 2 hour ride from Oslo all the way to Gjovik.

Once in the car, i started the engine as Jan and Jørn got into the backseats and Pelle into the passenger seat, next to mine, i put on my security belt and so did the others, even tho Ohlin hesitated on doing so. I stepped on the pedal and started driving towards Gjovik.
1 hour went by and we were at a gas station, filling up the car while Jan and Jørn went to get some snacks for the ride, Pelle was still sitting in the car just staring out of the window as he waited for me to pay and fill up, i looked at him and grinned before flipping him off and filling the gas tank, i got back into the car and waited for Jan and Jørn to come back, once they did we took off again, i could hear them both laughing and chatting in the backseats while munching paprika Maarud Superchips, Pelle on the other hand was unsurprisingly quiet, just looking out the window, as always.
Finally, we arrived to the place and got out of the car, i looked around and then saw a man waiting for us at the entrance, which seemed to be one of the security men from the building, we all walked towards there and they let us in, inside it was somewhat bright, like a hospital or a police station... but they led us to a room with some cameras and sofas, they quickly introduced themselves and we sat down for the interview.
In summary, they mostly asked us about our band or lovelife, me and pelle didn't really answer most questions, Jan and Jørn did for us, which is not surpring at all since they talk more than a parrot.
Once the interview was over, i sighed in relief and went to the car among the others.

"You guys wanna go to a disco?" - I asked and was followed by cheers from Jørn and Jan, i chuckled and drove towards a disco i used to go when i was a teenager, once arrived we entered and quickly sat on the bars, asking for drinks and gulping them in one go, Pelle was surpringsily drinking more than usual, i wasn't really chugging down the Akvavit since i had to drive later and couldn't afford myself to pay the fine of reckless driving.
We talked and pretty much spent hours there.