𝔓𝔬𝔰𝔱-𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔪 - ᴘᴇʟʟᴇ ʏɴɢᴠᴇ ᴏʜʟɪɴ x Øʏɴꜱᴛᴇɪɴ ᴀᴀʀꜱᴇᴛʜ.

Chapter V: Mistake

Øynstein Aarseth POV:

- when i noticed he was looking at me in a mix of confusion and disgust anger boiled up in me, i quickly dismissed it.

- "just, scram." - i said, my voice shakey from the anger as i looked at myself in the mirror, fuck i looked fine as hell, i looked back at Pelle, who still didn't leave and was just staring at me, i eyed him up and down and then looked up at him again, i nudged his chest and then dragged him back out to where we were sitting then, i sat him down since i supposed he was spaced out already and i sat back down in my seat, i intended now to drink my sorrows away, since i couldn't believe myself, like what the fuck do you mean i hugged pelle, i shook my head to stop myself from thinking and chugged down the Akvavit, feeling it burn down my throat as i slammed the bottle against the wooden table, accidentally startling pelle, making the groupie or whatever laugh like a dying hyena, i disliked her since she was all over pelle, like what.

Pelle Ohlin POV:

- When he slammed the bottle against the table, creating a loud sound in jumped in my seat, i never really liked loud sounds that weren't music, even less if they were unexpected, i noticed the strange girl giggling and laughing and i just sunk in my seat, thinking she was laughing at me, i suddenly felt a hand patting me on the back, i turned to my left to see Øynstein just looking at me with those stupid blue eyes of his..i hated him. Everytime he touched me or even looked at me i could feel my organs twitch around, making me puke, i fucking hated his guts and i always wanted to leave this damn house but he was the one who actually fed me and let me sleep under his roof even though he picked me constantly, i honestly got tired of him, REALLY tired.

I pushed his hand away and i could feel his anger building up but i dismissed it, i grabbed a glass and i snatched the Akvavit from him, pouring myself some before taking a big sip and setting the glass down.

Øynstein Aarseth POV:

- My anger built up almost was about to explode when that rat pushed my hand away, i was trying to comfort him for the first time in his life and he dares to push my awesome hands away? Rude.
Altho..my heart started beating faster as he snatched the Akvavit right from my hands, his slim fingers pressed for a second against my lips, i glared at him but eventually calmed down after i saw him pour himself some, i just looked out the window then back at the girl who sat on the table, still flirting with all four of us, her presence made my blood BOIL, was it jelaousy? Hell nah, i could never be jelaous, after all i'm better of a partner than she is to pell- wait what did i just say...disregard!! I didn't mean that!!!! Fuckkk....
I sighed and grabbed the bottle back, chugging another good chunk of the alcohol before leaning back on my chair, i could feel my cheeks and back of my head start to heat up, meaning the alcohol was kicking in real good, i chuckled to myself then stopped right in my tracks when i saw pelle giggle at a joke the groupie made, how the FUCK did she make him laugh?? This guy never laughs!!?
I stood up and i slammed my hands on the table before going outside to smoke a cigarette, i genuinely had enough of this bullshit today, why didn't pelle like me? Was it because i picked on him? Was it because on how i looked? Nah, that can't be it, i'm gorgerous.
I lit up my cigarette when i felt a tall presence stand behind me, i let my head fall back and saw it was pelle.

– "Jeez, do you follow me everywhere like a sad dog or what?" - i snarled, my eyes narrowing at him but went back to normal once i saw him pouting, shit..he looked like a little kid and i hated it, i hesitated for a moment before taking the cigg out from inbetween my lips and place it between his.
– "You look like you need a smoke, it wouldn't kill you to try it sometime." - I said, but shortly noticing and remembering he hated smoking, spitting out the cigg and stomping on it.
I cursed under my breath and took out another cigg and started smoking, looking at the highway, i furrowed my brows and exhaled.

– "Why'd you hug me earlier?" - I heard him ask, which made the back of my neck turn a slight red along my cheeks.
– "I didn't, you had something on your back." – i quickly spat out, my heart starting to pound against my chest at a rapid pace, i quickly inhaled the smoke of my cigg before exhaling it.
– "...you're weird." - i heard the blonde rat say and i was about to punch him right in that stupid pretty face of his, but i contanied myself, something i didn't really do, but holy shit i wanted to beat the fuck out of him, it's like my mind hated him, but my heart didn't, you know? A love-hate relationship or whatever.
– "Says you, you look like you just crawled out a grave." – i snarled, glaring back at him before i sighed and taking out his snus and giving it to him.
– "here's your god damn snus now stop bothering me." - I said, looking at the ground before taking another puff of my cigg, i made my way to the sidewalk and looked around, noticing it was pitch dark now, also added to the cold weather, it was pretty foggy, i gruffed as i started feeling cold since i was only in a stupid black tank top, i rubbed my arms before going back to pelle was, i finished my cigg and headed back inside, later on in the night i was already trying my hardest not to pass out, holy shit i drank like an alcoholic truck driver.. before i could think anymore i passed out, my fat ass head slamming against the table, everything going black.

(Am i indirectly insulting Euronymous? Yeah.)
(I'm so sorry for not posting as much, i forgot i was writing this..hehahhzzhh..)