Nordic_Norwegian's Q&A's

Nordic_Norwegian's Q&A

Okay, so I've been kindly nominated by FRasuli27 to do 10 questions on myself, so, I believe I shall begin.

Q1) What is your name?

Well what a relief- nothing embarrassing!... yet. Well, my name is Felix Liev. T. What the T stands for? Well, I can't go giving out my entire name, now? And yes, I am a boy. You can go and read my profile to confirm if you want.

Q2) What is your relationship status?

Well, I'm currently... single... but I'm not sure if that'll be the case very soon.

Q3) Who is your crush?

Knew it wouldn't be too long till that one  came by *sigh*.

Now my crush, well, she's a wonderful young lady. She's a brunette, and can brew the best tea in the world. Her name is Isabella, and that is all I shall give away from her.

How we met? Well, it was on a charming autumn day, and I was twelve-years-old. I had just moved to England, and I had stepped into my new class. I was a tad nervous, my English being good, but clipped with my evident Norwegian accent, and an array of people in front of me, looking at me with disinterest, appearing rather disgruntled and bored.

One of them caught my eye. She was the only one who seemed to be smiling at me, giving me a reassuring glance. I gave her a shy smile back in response, earning a small wave.

The teacher seated me next to a ginger-haired boy. Time went on.

Overtime, with our lessons and many exams, this girl, she was honestly the only one who gave me any attention. Whenever we'd need to get into groups for activities, she'd notice me by myself, and call me over. She'd invite me to have lunch with her. Help me to understand the new formula we'd been given in Maths (oh, that horrendous subject I most certainly detest).

We grew... close... I'd say.

Her smile, her chatter, her sheer childishness would put my state to ease. Despite being an introvert, quiet, Norwegian, she'd treat me as an equal. And for that, I respect her a great deal, for not many people do that for me. And with time, I began to have an... interest for her. A bit deeper than your typical friendship.

Now, hearing this, you probably think this is your cliché romance. Keep reading and you may reconsider.

Three years later, me being fifteen, I was walking home from school, rather weary and tired. The constant rain didn't help at all. The previous night had been a rather disturbing one, as I had been getting lectured by my grandparents yet again. I stood stiffly in front of them as they sat on the comfortable living room couch. They were mocking me, ridiculing me, for choosing the path of an author. They didn't want to hear any of it, saying I had to become a lawyer, much like the many generations of fit young men before me. My parents were in the dining room, not caring. A usual occurrence in these situations.

It was late at night when I was finally dismissed and able to retreat into my room, without dinner.

I wasn't able to get any sleep that night, feeling distraught and upset, the feeling of hopelessness being overwhelming. My dreams were being crushed before my very eyes, and I had no way to stop it from happening. I was grief-stricken and terrified of being forced into becoming a lawyer; a job behind a desk, hours of just signing papers and listening to boring cases.

And then here I am, walking home from school again. I was doing nothing, just minding my own business.

Suddenly, I am surrounded by people in my school. Much taller, bigger, people in my school.

I was rather confused, so I questioned them, "Is there something you need?"

*excuse any strong language*

"You're that fucker who got shit all over my clothes!"

"Yeah, you can't just go being a bitch and think you can just walk off!"

And that's when I remembered. Lunch time. I was particularly tired at this time, and was carrying my lunch. A rather awful plate of food, but food nonetheless. Suddenly, a young man collides into me, causing my plate to slip from my hands and onto his clothes. I'd just quickly ran away from the scene at the time, realizing that this young gent would be causing trouble for me.

Looking back now, I realized I was right.

I was further abused by an onslaught of swear-words, too colourful to even appear on this book.

And that is when I got the beat down... a rather unpleasant experience, honestly. One that I pray I never have to see again in my life time.

In tears, they suddenly stopped. I looked up, and noticed none other than Isabella. Her brown locks dark and plastered to her fair skin, a scowl on her face.

Before I knew it, she'd helped me up, and began shouting at the boys for their behaviour. They wouldn't dare hit a girl. Even the crude young men in my school had standards, apparently.

Once they cleared off, dear Isabella, bless her, asked me if I was alright, and if I could go to her house so her mother could check me to see if I was fine.

I was so tempted, so very tempted to say a three lettered word:

Yes

But I couldn't. I felt like an absolute burden as it was, making the poor girl getting involved. What kind of gentleman would burden a lady, and then do so furthermore? So I quietly said no and offered to walk her home. I didn't want her being hurt by a sketchy crook in the area...

That is the story of my "crush", as you'd call it. I'm thinking of asking her out... I'm not sure when. Advice would be helpful...

Q4) What if your height?
Well, this is a little embarrassing for me once again. I'm not very tall, in fact, I'm merely 5ft 3"... 1.63m. My build is rather lithe and small as well. I'm a scrawny one.

Q5) When is your birthday?
My birthday? Well, my birthday is on 13th November 1999. Yes, I am nearly 16. And no, I am not an adult as many think I am due to the way I chat or write.

Q6) Who is your best "girl" friend?
Well, the only girl who I have a current status as "friend" with would be Isabella. As I said earlier, this may change...

Q7) Who is your best "guy" friend?
As for boys, despite saying I have no friends, there is this one person. He's a year younger than me, and we like talking about folklore and fairy tails. I honestly don't care if people find that strange.

Q8) What as the last song you listened to?
The last song I listened to was "That Green Gentleman" by Panic! In the Disco

My favourite song, however, is "Be my Escape" by Rellient K

Q9) When was the last time you cried?
The last time I cried was last night. I always cry in the night. No loud sobs or hysterical screams, but silent tears. My life is not a happy one.

Q10) When was the last time you laughed?
I can't remember... I've only laughed a few times in a lifetime.

I hope you found my ten answers interesting... Now, I nominate the following people to do the same ten questions:

NarnianAwesomeness
_Roderich_Edelstein_
The_Flailing_Germany
hydr0_gene
burntfeather

I don't know enough people properly to do a full ten, so six will have to do for now.

I hope you found my answers somewhat interesting, and I wish everyone a good night, day or evening, wherever you may be.

~Felix