Snowboarder Imagines

It Was Nothing (Sven Thorgren/Stale Sandbech)

"Can you please keep your voice down?"  I ask Stale desperately as we keep to ourselves in the corner.  "You're making a scene!"

"Whatever."  Stale replies, as his face gets red with anger.  We're at his friend's party and I don't want them to hear us fight.  We had gotten in a tiny argument earlier today, but of course now that we're in public and we've been drinking, our tiny argument has turned into a full-blown fight.

"Can you please just talk to me."  I beg Stale as he stands up. I keep my voice quiet, but even I'm getting heated.  I reach for his hand, put he pulls it away from me. 

"I'm done with this." Stale says as he looks down at me.  He puts his hands in his pockets and then lets his eyes wonder around the room.

"Done with what?"  I ask, though I know where this is leading.

"I'm done with us.  I'm done fighting with you.  I'm just done."  Stale tells me.  He doesn't make eye contact as he speaks.  His words feel like a stab, even though I knew they were coming.  We've broken up before, three other times to be exact, but it never fails to hurt like hell.

"So you want to just break up?"  I ask with some serious attitude. This gets his attention. The fact that he's dumping me in the middle of a party is humiliating. After two years of dating, I can't help but feel like I deserve better than this.

"This isn't working."  Stale says and he's right of course.  When we used to fight, we used to talk and fix things.  Now when we fight our battles go unresolved and a little piece of our relationship dies with every argument.  Even though Stale is right, I hate that he's leaving me like this.

"Fine.  Leave then.  I don't care anymore."  I say as I cross my arms and look away from him.

"Y/n..." Stale begins as he realizes how harsh he was.

"Just go."  I tell him.  Stale doesn't wait for me to say it again.  He leaves without saying another word and suddenly I feel sick to my stomach.  Did we really just break up?

"Hey, y/n.  Where's Stale?" Sven asks casually as he sits down next to me. His presence pulls me out of my headspace.

"Oh um..." I stumble. I consider lying.  I consider telling Sven that Stale got sick and had to go home, but I don't have the energy to lie right now.  "We broke up.  He went home."

"What!?" Sven exclaims as he nearly spills the drink out of his hand.  He then hugs me, which is unexpected.  His embrace is oddly comforting though.  I hold onto Sven tightly as I choke back my tears.  "I'm so sorry, y/n."

"Thanks, Sven."  I reply. I know I shouldn't use Sven as a shoulder to cry on since he's Stale's good friend, but I have nobody else at the moment.

"I have an idea."  Sven says sweetly as wraps his arm around my shoulders. "We get some drinks and have good time.  How does that sound?"

I pause to think about his offer.  I'm not really in the mood to party, but I'm also not in the mood to go home to my now ex-boyfriend.

"Sure."  I say to Sven with a slight shrug. "Why not?  Lets party."

"Atta girl!  Now lets get you a drink!"  Sven says cheerfully.  Sven takes my hand and drags me to the kitchen.  "What would you like to drink, my friend?"

"Anything."  I reply because I'll drink anything at this point.  I just want to forget this shitty night.

"Shots of vodka it is then!"  Sven says.  He begins to pour us shots.  "Cheers!"

"Cheers."  I say quietly as I clink my shot glass against his.  This happens three more times until I'm feeling sufficiently drunk. 

"Are you having fun yet?"  Sven asks me as we lean against the kitchen counter.