ᴢɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs | ᴄʜʀɪs sᴄʜɪsᴛᴀᴅ [sᴋᴀᴍ]

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so this is it, just like I promised. It's been fun, I guess. Hope you enjoy the ending, and Merry Christmas ;)

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"You didn't last long," Magnusson's voice was sarcastic, and he tried to make the smirk as poisonous as possible, but, in truth, Chris could see perfectly how glad his friend was to see him. "Looks like someone promised to return to the finals and now is only the beginning of May."

Schistad rolled his eyes, running his palm over long bangs to throw them back. He didn't cut his hair on purpose, although it was already annoying him. It's just that Thea once said that such a haircut will suit him, and that if they were not the best friends, she would've attacked him and fucked him right behind the school. Well, if the girl didn't lie, then it payed off.

He didn't know why he was smiling. Perhaps he was also glad to see William who still continued to bore him with his heavy gaze, or because of the memories of Larsen he would soon have to see. Right now, actually.

"Take my suitcase to my house, will you? Need to visit my neighbor," his lips stretched out in a silly smile. But it immediately got off, because Magnusson pursed his lips even though he nodded in agreement. "What's the matter? Are you jealous? Come on, bro, I just chat with Larsen, I'm all yours after."

Christoffer closed his eyes, kissing the air as if giving homosexual jokes could relieve the tension between two friends, but Schistad's usual antics didn't have the desired effect.

"So sure of your own irresistibility? Sure that Thea is still waiting for you?"

Their communication through the roof of William's car only increased the distance between them. Christoffer narrowed his eyes, as if trying to understand if his friend was bluffing. But Magnusson, it seems, wasn't in the best mood, so Schistad felt uneasy imagining that Larsen might not have waited for him at all. He has taken her puppy loyalty for granted for too long.

William nodded to the car, inviting inside.

"She has someone?" Christoffer asked quietly, looking at the roadway in front of him. William drove slowly and kept silence. "Say something, man. Don't push me."

"Next time think twice before throwing a girl who's in love with you out of your life. They are vindictive, especially when they know that they also have leverage on you."

Chris tried to relax, leaned back and turned to the window.

Licked his lips, adjusted the cuffs on his shirt.

Licked his lips again, adjusted his cuffs once more.

He stretched his legs, bent his knees again, laid his hands on them.

Saw that the damn cuffs were twisted again.

"Fuck, man, you couldn't leave your fucking philosophy. She's my female version now, drinks and fucks everyone? Do I have to guess?" Christoffer punched the dashboard and turned back to the window. "I understand that at one time messengers who brought bad news had their heads cut off. But we're not in the Middle Ages. And I would not risk friendship with you because of some girl."

Because of this girl, he would risk not only friendship, but everything he had, has and will ever have.

"Idiot."

"Thanks."

"Seriously, Schistad. You disappeared for a month, didn't really explain anything to anyone, and now you're coming back with a happy smile on your face and tell me to take you to Larsen. You really don't care about everyone that you didn't even think of asking me how she's doing? What happened in her life? Was she with someone or not? You told her to fuck anyone she wants, if only she was happy, and now you're angry because I didn't say she didn't?"